After 40 years on this earth, I am finally a doggie mom. I know that I’ve wanted a dog for as long as I can remember, but it just never fit into my lifestyle. I never had a dog growing up and in my adulthood, I was always an apartment dweller, which does not provide well for a dog, at least not in my various situations. I love canines and have taken care of several dogs for other pet owners throughout the years, and enjoy petting and giving attention to dogs whenever the opportunities arise.
In my dreams, I always imaged having a purebred German shepherd or golden retriever—a large breed dog. Well, living in Belize, there are too many rescue dogs out there that need happy homes, and getting some kind of pure breed dog was just not in the cards for us, plus a small dog is more fitting for our cozy and humble abode.
Now that we no longer live a “normal American life,” meaning no 40-hour work week, no commuting to work every day, and no being gone each day for 10 to 12 hours, it was time to get a dog. This Belize lifestyle allows for a dog and for us to take care of the animal the way I’ve wanted and imagined. Enter a little female we call Callie.
In choosing this little girl, we did have some specifications, but the top priority was a dog that does not shed (a most unique and difficult characteristic to find in a Belizean rescue dog), which means we have to groom her ourselves, but we are OK with that. We have the time. Callie is what is known in Belize as a potlicker (aka mutt in the States). We don’t know her breeds, but our guess includes or is somewhere between a Yorkshire terrier (or some kind of terrier or two), poodle, Lhasa apso, shih tzu and/or Maltese (all non-shedding breeds). We could be completely wrong on all accounts or some accounts, but really, it does not matter. She is the cutest dog that walked the face of the earth, she is already house trained (yes!), she has a very sweet temperament, and oh, did I mention no dog hair in the house?
I must share her rescue story, of course. A Good Samaritan found her on the Western Highway (between Belize City and Belmopan) curled up in a bus stop. She was in heat, had a broken leg, and was worse for the wear. It looked to those who first met her; that she was in the care of no one. This wonderful person picked her up and brought her to the house of the woman he worked for, and Callie spent the next two months mending from a broken leg, which has healed wonderfully (fortunately, it was a clean break). Through the Belmopan Humane Society, her leg was set for healing, she was spayed, and she got all her shots as well as received other medical necessities to get her on the path to being a healthy little girl and ready for adoption.
According to the best guess of the vet who looked after her for the two months before she became our pride and joy dog, she is about a year old, and this does shine through her loads of energy and always wanting to play, play, play, run, run, run, and jump, jump, jump.
How did we find her? Well, with the help of this thing that most people are familiar with—unless they live under rocks—called Facebook. Yes, Facebook for good. A friend spotted her on the Belmopan Humane Society Facebook page, and knew somehow that we might be interested in this sweet girl. This little thing called Facebook tagging was the beginning for Callie. I was tagged one day, and then two days later, we called her ours.
This is a great existence for Callie, and living on the beach is definitely a new game for her, as she was originally “afraid” of the sea. But, after a few days; I showed her that going into the water is easy and fun, and in no time, she decided that she loves swimming and being in the sea. Sometimes, she’ll go in the water and just take a seat.
And she’s made best doggie friends with our next door neighbor dog, Buddy. He is 60 pounds larger than her, another potlicker (some kind of German shepherd, Labrador mix), but when they run the beach and play, you would never know she is just a small, 15 pound dog (gained 5 pounds in three months!).
Callie has changed our lives for the better, and we can’t imagine life without our little, adorable ball of energy. There’s no way to know what her life was like before she entered ours, or even how she sustained a broken leg, but one thing is for sure, she won the adoption jackpot and so did we. Welcome home Callie girl!