My Favorite Thing About Dior

The other day, my dear friend, Christy, asked me a simple question on my Instagram story:
“What’s your favorite thing about Dior?”

I stared at it for longer than I should admit, trying to put the entirety of who he is into just one thing. I couldn’t.

Because how do you pick one favorite thing about a dog who has redefined what it means to be brave, loyal, and full of life?

Especially on days like today—Dior’s Gotcha Day.

After losing Dymond, our story aired on the local news as I searched for the dog and owner responsible for the attack. In the middle of that grief, a woman I’d never met messaged me on Facebook. She said she had one last puppy left from a recent litter—he was 12 weeks old—and after hearing what happened, she felt strongly that he was meant for me. That puppy was Dior. And from the moment I picked him up, he’s been a constant, healing presence in my life. It’s wild to think about how one message turned into this bond I can’t even put into words.

Dior recently had his entire leg amputated. It was a decision made out of necessity, not choice—but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t sulk. He didn’t even look confused. He simply adjusted, walked into a new version of himself, and did it with grace. He spent two nights in the hospital, winning over every vet tech and staff member he met. He greeted them with kindness, cooperated with every request, and made an impression not just because of his size—but because of his soul.

And then there’s the loyalty.

This part is hard to put into words without making it sound like it’s about me, but if you’ve ever had a dog who would follow you into fire, you’ll understand. Dior has never left my side. Not figuratively—and certainly not literally. He would run through a field of fireworks if I was on the other side. Two days post-op, he tried to climb a flight of stairs just to be near me, because being apart wasn’t an option for him. Even now, with three legs and a healing scar, his only mission is to be close. Always.

He’s hilarious. He’s got this spunky, ridiculous personality that fills our home with laughter. He’s got a face that makes you smile on the worst days and a sass that could rival any toddler. He’s adorable in ways I can’t explain, and somehow, he always knows how to break tension or lighten the mood with his antics.

And he’s fearless. Not in a reckless way, but in the most curious, determined, adventure-loving way. He’s the kind of dog who would (and has) hiked steep trails, swam through rivers, explored tunnels—whatever the world offered, he met it with an open heart. As long as we were by his side, he was ready for anything.

So, no… I can’t pick one favorite thing.

Because Dior isn’t just one thing.

He’s a blend of resilience, loyalty, mischief, sweetness, courage, and pure devotion.
He is, quite simply, everything I didn’t know I needed in a dog.

And my favorite thing about him?
It’s that he’s Dior. And that’s more than enough.