On Thursday, we adopted Callie, a pitbull/boxer mix, from a friend who got her from the Nashville Humane Society on Saturday. She’s around one year old and acts like you’d expect an animal raised in a shelter to act: scared and as inconspicuous as possible.
If you came into our house this weekend, you might have seen her ears perk up from the corner she was hiding in. While not confined by physical barriers, she at first would not explore the house. We had to lead her from room to room if we wanted her to follow us, including to her food and water, which were in the dining room.
She does not bark, she does not play, she does not lick, she rarely wags her tail, she doesn’t beg for food. She doesn’t chew. She doesn’t want on the bed. She rarely wants on the couch.
Callie does not know how to dog.
She got spooked on one of her first walks, so we had to carry her out the front door until Saturday night. She consistently relieves herself outside, so there’s the plus side. When she’s out on a walk, she does not inspect anything but interesting smells. She cowers from sounds and runs from surprises. She is not inquisitive and likes her route: down to the stop sign, back up to the house.
Yesterday, she started speed-walking (trotting?) while we were outside. She was so excited to “run” that she would walk all the way down to the end of our road, and then turn and look at me, and then start her run, and we’d run all the way back to the house.
Yesterday, she chewed on a bone for a few minute.
Yesterday, she shared some pizza with me.
Yesterday, she licked my foot once.
Yesterday, she wagged her tail twice when I called her name.
Tonight, Eddie gave her a bath, and everything changed.
She wagged her entire butt. She started to play with Vinci, our Chihuahua/Yorkie mix (yes, Vinci is the alpha female and it’s HILARIOUS to watch). She ran – really ran – outside, dragging me along behind her (much to Eddie’s delight). She and Vinci took turns eating my garlic bread. She really licked my face when I started scratching her back. She climbed up onto the bed and watched Band of Brothers with us (I swear she watches TV). She ate two bowls of food in an hour.
I think we may be on our way to teaching Callie how to dog.