Welcome to my new blog! This is my first time writing anything that isn't for school, so you'll have to bear with me until I figure out where I'm going with this.
The adventures began in late August 2008, when I first decided I could afford to own a small dog. The search began on both Petfinder and craigslist. I was really searching for some sort of wiener dog, but anything apartment sized and cute would do, as long as it was cheap seeing as I was still on a student's budget. I soon found a posting on craigslist with a few different dogs, but a little all-black terrier really caught my eye. I e-mailed the poster, asking about her. The poster, Q, informed me that the little black dog had far too much energy to live in an apartment, however she had just gotten the beagle looking dog when her foster home had fallen through and needed to place her ASAP. She would be a wonderful apartment dog and was already spayed. All I needed to do was come see her and adopt her!
So I traveled the 30 minutes to the middle of nowhere by myself, having failed to get someone to come with me. I swore to myself I wouldn't get this dog unless it was incredibly entertaining since it was the first dog I was going to meet. I had misplaced my camera, so I took my roommate's so I could take pictures to send to my mother for her approval. When I arrived to this back hill house, I was greeted by a literal herd of dogs. Q had about 5 dogs on her own, plus "Millie," as she was known then. "Millie" was kept out in the garage in a crate and smelled like pee. When she was released from her garagely prison, she ran immediately to me and began to lick my face and whatever other body parts she could reach, like I was already her best friend.
Q then pulled out a small elephant toy and showed me how well the little dog played. She was extremely amusing to play with, and every time you picked up the toy she stood on her hind legs with her front paws behind her ears, trying to get the toy, somewhat like this:
Within 5 minutes of meeting "Millie" I taught her to sit for the toy. It was immediately apparent that while she was slightly hyperactive, she was also extremely smart. A few visits later, and the paperwork was taken care of and I was taking my new puppy home.
I knew right away that the name of "Millie" just wasn't going to cut it, and I really wanted a more fitting name, not that of a 90 yr old grandma. I called her "puppy" for the first few days I had her, until a friend at the time who had also named my betta fish came by, saw her, and told me Callie was the perfect name. And so it was. For some reason Callie fit better than any of the other names I had previously thought of for her. Now I owned a 6-month old mixed puppy who'd already proven herself to be a little strange while playing, and highly entertaining. But most importantly, I'd gotten her off craigslist, and you know how much of a gamble buying anything off cragislist can be...
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