An under-the-tree surprise puppy for Christmas.
I know, right?
Callie has seen the Mitchells through thin and thick . . . and thick and thin. She's had co-pet cats, she's had dog-sitters, she's had visitors. She's loved everyone, especially if they've provided snacks.
Mistah and I would visit ol' Callie -- and her lovely masters -- whenever we were in town . . .
. . . and she was always delighted to see us.
And then we moved back to Connecticut and she was really happy about that . . .
She loved her sister . . .
. . . and she loved her brother . . .
. . . and she tolerated -- nay, even enjoyed -- the kitty-cat licking the insides of her ears.
I know, right? Ew.
She escaped, was put in Lock Down, and escaped again.