It’s hard to believe we’ve had Callie four years already.  Even harder to believe that the first two families she was placed with returned her.  In a short time, she has grown into a wonderful dog:  sleek and beautiful, alert to every unusual noise in the neighborhood, a well-matched mate for her brother, Tailor.  She had a little slip-up in the beginning and for
a long time afterward, she distanced herself from us, waiting anxiously for the other shoe to drop.  When she finally figured out that this is her “forever home,” she let her guard down and beautiful things started to happen.  She loves belly rubs now, gives spontaneous kisses, lays her head on my lap when we watch TV, and curls up next to me under the covers each night.  I think I could safely say she’d take a bullet for me,
if it ever came to that.  This is Callie’s story, told in her own words:


A shelter’s a shelter
But not really a home
You’re surrounded by dogs
But so very alone

People look, pass you over
It’s so hard to cope
You pray for your “freedom ride”
Your ticket to hope

Maybe so, maybe not
I’ve had two such before
But I didn’t fit in
And they showed me the door

One called me “too timid”
The other, “too bold”
Now I’m eight months and counting
And likely too old

I’ve outgrown puppy features
My bloodline is clear
My “mix” contains pit bull
A breed that they fear

I sit oh so pretty
And plead with sad eyes
But they see what I am
And they pass right on by

Then a dog and his people
Walk up to my cage
He’s a black and white bulldog
They won’t be afraid

For a place in this family
I’d give my right arm
They ask for a meeting
Maybe third time’s a charm?

Then away we all go
In their green SUV
On the dash are signed papers
Declaring me free

My new house is perfect
And nothing is barred
Couch and bed are pet-friendly
There’s a big fenced back yard

I try hard to play Beta
I want this to last
And my drive to be Alpha
Has checkered my past

But my tomboy side beckons
And we wrestle and race
My teeth “slip” and cause damage
In a fast game of chase

It’s a big gaping wound
And it looks really bad
But my brother forgives me
He’s not even mad

He nurses it bravely
And tries to keep mum
But our folks see and scold me
My future looks glum

I’m so very sorry
And I cry half the night
Knowing just what will happen
As soon as it’s light

I dream of the cuffs
And the ride back to jail
But I wake and they hug me
While bro wags his tail

I thank God for my family
The kind we all need
Ones who love and accept us
Despite our misdeeds

And I adore every inch
From nose to tail-end
Of the world’s greatest brother
And my very best friend

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  1. T. Wayne June 5, 2016 / 6:54 am

    This is beautiful, Joan!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Tippy Gnu June 5, 2016 / 9:20 am

    Seems like the best way to get a dog, in my view. Rescue it from the animal shelter. You’ve saved it’s life, and I’m sure your dog senses that and appreciates you for it.

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  3. Joyce Robinson June 5, 2016 / 9:39 am

    Wish every animal story had such a happy ending.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. betunada June 5, 2016 / 2:36 pm

    4 years — that’s good. we usually have “shelter” dogs and are @ = 3 for now. tho’ new puppy Jake (approaching 4.5 months?) is from a friend of Betty’s whose dog had pups.
    touching poetry! sezzittawl ~

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  5. Joanne Miller June 5, 2016 / 3:43 pm

    For sure, you understand your doggie, how you expressed her thoughts is just amazing. What a lucky dog to have found such loving masters and ‘brother’. Now, have fun with her!!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Just Joan June 6, 2016 / 8:40 pm

      She tells the story better than I ever could.


  6. kutchie Kender June 5, 2016 / 9:04 pm

    Love It! You are a special family! Ursula


    • Just Joan June 6, 2016 / 8:40 pm

      One of a kind, for sure. Thanks, Ursula!


  7. Karen Howard June 8, 2016 / 10:02 am

    Joan, As if it could, your writing just gets better and better. I loved this. Keep up the good work.
    Best regards,

    Liked by 1 person

    • Just Joan June 8, 2016 / 6:10 pm

      Thanks for reading and following, Karen! 🙂


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