Not really sure why I wrote this but thought I would post it here, if your not a dog person, move on. lol That’s what a neighbor’s daughter said about her, after she died, And I’m pretty sure she was right. She knew what I was going to do, before I did most of the time. She knew when to play, and when to chill, she was persistent, three tennis balls in her mouth was easy, four not so much. She could tell time, at three o’clock she would move to the front room to watch for my wife, she knew Wednesdays were garbage day. If someone was sick she laid beside them, till they were better. She would crawl on her belly, for one sniff of a baby. She was great at visual commands, click my finger and point and she knew what I wanted. She was loved by many people, not just our family. Almost every time we were out side, someone would come over to see Callie and pet her or play with her. Neighbor kids that didn’t have dogs, considered Callie theirs. Another neighbors son that’s one year in the Air Force, and stationed in Japan sent a message about how much she meant to him, and how sorry he was. An older couple built a house down the street, about the time we got her. They bought treats just for Callie, and loved to come see her. And then when they moved, a family moved in with two disabled boys.(twins) The first time Callie meet them I was amazed, this normally slightly hyper pup slide beside the wheelchair and put her head under the boys hand and let him pet her. The other boy could walk with crutches, but was afraid of dogs, but Callie changed that. I can’t remember how many times their mom would come to the door, to see if Callie could come out. Their mom told me how excited the boys got, when they saw Callie outside, on the first nice day in the winter, so they could get out to see her. And that when they got older they would get a service dog, and now that the fear was gone it would be easy. She came to us as somewhat of a rescue, my brother knew I wanted a Golden Retriever, so when a lady told him she had a pup to give away he called me. He said she was sick, with constant diarrhea, couldn’t be house broken and wouldn’t learn commands. Turned out she was the complete opposite. Other then submissive piddling, she only pooped inside once, but she had woken me up and I told her to get. But she did it on the vinyl, by the back door. I had walked her around the property a few times, and she knew where to stay. A neighbor lady even asked me if I put invisible fence up, Callie was chasing a squirrel but skidded to a stop at the road. I said no, I had just told Callie to stay in the yard and she did. Our last dog got cancer and was gone about six months. My wife wanted a small dog that didn’t shed much, so she didn’t want to go see Callie. I convinced her to at least go see her. When they brought her out, I thought no way my wife would let me have her. She looked like an Ethiopian dog, skin and bones, cowering with her tail between her legs. To scared to let me near her. I was surprised when my wife told the lady we would take her, with out asking me. When we got in the car she said were not keeping her, we’ll get her straightened out and find her a home. But she’s not staying here with “those” people. Of course that was the last I ever heard about Callie leaving. This dog was smart, she drove home with her head between the seats and on my wife’s lap. Then all night Velcro to my wife. My wife took the next day off work, and took Callie to the vet. Nothing wrong with her, just under weight, 21 lbs at almost seven months, she should have been double that. They paid $850 for her but couldn’t take the time to learn how to train her, and care for her. She was a puppy mill dog, so the vet said we would be lucky to have her ten years. We got twelve, and I wish I could have had a lot more. The vet recommend some things to bump her weight up, banana was one, and that turned into her favorite thing, I swear she would have gone thru fire for one. When her nails needed clipped, just set one on the counter, and you could do whatever you had to, time for a bath, set one down, point to the tub and she would hop right in. I ate the last banana yesterday, first whole one in years. Almost couldn’t eat it, but Callie wouldn’t have wanted to see it rot. It’ll be awhile till I can eat another one. I should add that I don’t think the lady that gave her to us, intentionally abused her, she just didn’t know any better. But I think her teenage son, or her daughters boy friend did. Because Callie was very leery of men or older boys for a couple years. With the exception of my Canadian neighbor, they became friends in about two minutes, but then everyone likes Canadians eh. Callie came at a perfect time, two days before we got her, our daughter and almost two year old grandson moved in with us, so she could finish school. My wife also thought this made it the wrong time to get a dog, but again she was wrong. My favorite pic of her, was from just after we got her, she’s laying on the floor with my grandson across the top of her sound asleep. They became best buds, when they moved my grandson was heartbroken leaving Callie. I’m self employed so home a lot in the day time, Callie was my dog till my wife got home, but once my grandson and daughter got home she was theirs till morning, even sleeping in my daughters bed. Till the end whenever my daughter was here Callie was with her, and always trying to get on her lap. Two more grandsons came along later, and they all learned how great dogs can be from Callie. Our grandsons stay here every other weekend or so, hilarious to hear about both younger ones crying and arguing that they didn’t want to go to their other grandparents, they wanted to go to Callie’s house. My daughter finally got the boys their own dog last year, Lola was hell for about the first 8-9 months. My SIL wanted her gone, but my daughter knows dogs are yours till the end, and Lola’s great now even sleeping with my oldest grandson. Her first few months may have been rough, but she was a pampered princess here. My wife spoiled her more then me. I know how truly lucky we are, to have had her, not sure if we’ll get another dog. My wife said no….we’ll see about that.