Hey! I figured it's time you all hear from the most important member of the house - me - Callie (the dog, of course). There have been some strange things going on around my house... (please note: no matter how strange things get around here: I maintain my position as Queen up on the bed.)
It all started about 6 months ago. Mom used to come from work and we'd go running together. All of a sudden she started coming home and trying to trick me into laying around on the couch and "resting". I'm no dummy, so I never went for that - and she started taking me to the field to play fetch. Check out this picture of her... I'm trying to figure out a tasteful way to tell her that with a belly like that she needs to do less standing around throwing the ball to me and more running.
Last month Mom and Dad decided to build a new closet system in what they keep calling "The Baby's Room". I don't know what this baby thing is - but it's room is the perfect place to go hide out with a bone. So, here's Dad building in the closet... he didn't break anything or damage any water pipes (he hates when I dig up that story) but he did unleash a red light demon! He tries to tell me it's a "Laser Level" and it helped him build in straight lines - but I knew better. It was after us... Luckily for mom and dad, I was AL
L over that thing. I chased it up walls and all over the house. I showed that laser level who's boss around here and haven't seen it's demon red-light self since.
L over that thing. I chased it up walls and all over the house. I showed that laser level who's boss around here and haven't seen it's demon red-light self since. 
Here's another strange thing: Mom and Dad are building crates all over the house! First, they build a crate, then they fill it up with fuzzy toys that squeak and make noise and are screaming to be de-stuffed- and THEN they don't even let me in there! They must not understand how hard I have to work in order to make the toys make their noises with my nose - I don't have opposable thumbs here people! If I don't get into these crates soon the toys are going to have me outnumbered. If I let toys take over my house I'll never be able to show my face at the dog park again!
Dad keeps talking to me and asking me things like "Are you ready to be number two around here, Callie?"... I'm not really sure what he's talking about. He keeps telling me I'm going to take a "backseat" to this baby thing. Backseat? Whatever! I take up all the seats. They even got me a bigger car so I have more windows to squirrel patrol from. Then one day I go to get in my car and there's this THING blocking my entire path from a main window! How do they expect me to bark at every squirrel when they completely block my access to a main window?!
As for the rest of the whole "number two around here" theory that Dad has - look at this picture. I've got this guy wrapped around paw. Do I look like I'm number 2 to you? I catch frisbees out of the air and I play fetch like you've never seen fetch played. But sure - go ahead and tell yourselves that some "baby" will lessen my importance. You all heard it here first: Callie calls the shots around this house.
