Welcome, California Sky! Aka "Callie." This sweet girl takes tidbits carefully, never letting her teeth touch your fingers. No doggie smell! No doggie breath!
Around September 1, 2020, this photo, which appeared on our online neighborhood network, appeared with a desperate plea of needing to rehome a niece's three-year old hound mix (b. August 19, 2017). She likely has Labrador Retriever in there, too:Callie, with her favorite toy, on Mr. AOW's hospital bed:
As Callie got older, she grew and grew and grew:
When svelte, Callie had lovely lines:
Now Callie is fat! I've put her on a reducing diet.
The saddest thing about this dog is that nobody picked up on her near-deafness! It's bad! I'm going to find out if I learned anything by studying the methods and triumphs of my role model, Annie Sullivan. Heh.
I'm working on teaching Callie a few simple hand signals, and she's quickly learning them. My father used to say, "Hounds are either very smart or very stupid." Callie is smart! And she so wants to please, now that she's bonded with us.
After the three-week trial period, we've decided to keep Callie. She has a tether and a zipline in the yard, and the doghouse is in place. She respects baby gates, so our kitties Amber and Minxy have their catuary in the master bedroom. They watch Callie through the baby gate. Gradually introducing them is the best way.
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