This photo was taken shortly after I brought home my bestest friend, Francesca (aka Franny, Fanny, Fancheshkas, San Francisca, Cesci, Frannybelle…..the list goes on forever) at the age of 8 weeks old! I had wanted a Yorkie for years and last year I finally told myself that I was going to save up to get one. In January I was randomly showing photos to my hairdresser of a Yorkie I'd photographed for a friend when she told me that a friend of hers had a Yorkie who'd had puppies on Christmas day. She had no idea I was looking for one, and that I had almost put a deposit down on a female. When she mentioned Christmas I knew I had to have one as this day holds special meaning to my family and I. When she told me that the fathers name was Ricky, I knew it was meant to be. My Weimaraner, Ricky who was the best dog ever, despite what anyone should say passed away in 2007.
When I was a little girl my grandma would sing a song to me in Spanish called, "La Panchita." To this day, especially with her declining health, I cling to those happier times and that song makes me think of how strong and independent she once was. Around Easter a few relatives visiting from Southern California (who had no idea that this song reminded me of my grandma) asked me if I knew what they call women named Francesca (Francisca) in Mexico? Little did I know they call them Panchita. When I heard this I got the chills, quite frankly it still shocks me. I love my grandma so much, it brings me joy to know that her name will always have such meaning to me.
When I take Franny places, people fall in love with the fact that she loves everyone! When they ask me her age, they practically melt when they hear she's a Christmas baby! Two weeks ago I came very close to losing my little girl. I'm so thankful she's alive and doing better and that God brought her into my life. Happy 1st Birthday Francesca, my little Panchita, may you be blessed with many, many, many more! 🙂