It's a Girl!

We have a new dog!

Actually, she's three. Her name is Callie. Jack's not completely sure what to think of her yet.


She's a Dachshund, and she's a-dor-a-ble. She's much larger than we thought she would be, but she's not a mini, she's a standard. Like Ty's car. Only, not purple.





Callie has a tail. It's been a while since we've had to deal with tails! It seems grossly long after Jack's nub. I certain it's just normal. Or standard.


She's very friendly and loves to see what everyone's doing. It's almost impossible to get a good picture of her, since she's always on the move if we're always on the move. Once we settle down, she settles down.


Her previous owners, D and M, have to relocate (thank you, Uncle Sam!) to Louisiana. D thought it was cute to let her jump on him. Thanks, D!


I have thought of getting a dachshund for Glenna for years now. When I heard they were moving, I casually asked if they'd be taking Callie with them. They were so relieved to know she would have a home!




It's also comical to have such a loooong dog around. I can barely fit her into the entire camera frame.



Here, she's pretending to be shy. Kind of like this kid I know, Brett. He about flips when a camera comes out . . . he can't clear the room fast enough! Still, I'm faster. Aren't I, Brett? Huh? Got some pictures of ya, don't I? Huh? Huh?


Ahem . . . sorry.


Still, cute and sweet and calm as she is, I have my suspicions. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, just an intuition that something, maybe, wasn't quite right. Here she is . . .

Calm, quiet, cute.





Then, these pictures revealed the horrid truth!
[cue Psycho music]

That's all I have to say about that.

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