Finding our adventure dog (a love story)

Exactly two years ago today, Chris and I fell in love at first sight.

Just a few months earlier, we had moved into our little rental house and negotiated just one addendum to the lease—that we would be allowed to adopt a dog.

Chris likes dogs, but he never really loved them. I, on the other hand, have been a crazy dog person as long as I’ve been alive. I was the driving force of the whole process, and he was happily, if not super enthusiastically, along for the ride.

So on the evening of March 6th, 2014, we drove out into a rainy, windy, freezing cold evening toward the shelter. We had researched dog breeds, read up on puppy training, and purchased a crate, toys, and a puppy gate. We didn’t know if we would find our puppy that day, but just in case we did—we were ready.

When we got to the shelter, the rain had picked up. We wrapped our rain jackets tight as we walked through the runs, peering into dark crates at dogs and puppies of all sizes, ages and breeds. There were a couple of litters right at the perfect adoption age, but it was hard to see out in the dark. So we picked one pup at random, a little male black lab mix, and brought him into the shelter’s office to take a closer look. He was an adorable, playful little guy, FULL of energy. So much energy, in fact, that we thought he might be too much of a handful for these first-time dog owners. So Chris went back out into the rain to pick another pup for us to meet.

And when he walked back into the room, I barely even needed to see the little bundle of sand-colored fur in his arms. I took one glance at the look on his face and I knew we had found our dog.

Love at first sight.

Chris explained that while the rest of her litter had tumbled out of their crate to greet him, she had hung back, not quite sure if it was worth leaving her warm, dry spot to investigate. But back in the office, she snuggled sweetly in our arms and nuzzled our faces.

We were both goners.

Adopting a dog is always a little bit of a gamble—especially when you adopt from the shelter, without the predictable size and temperament of a purebred. Sure enough, our timid little puppy quickly grew into a rambunctious ball of energy who sprinted head-first into every new adventure she met.

Puppy’s first hike
Basking in the breeze on her first boat ride at the lake
On her first backpacking trip, solidifying her status as most photogenic member of our household

And (with the exception of one chewed-up comforter and too many 6:30 a.m. wake-up calls) it’s basically been nonstop fun ever since. Callie has been a faithful companion on boat rides, camping trips, day hikes, morning jogs, apple-picking excursions and more—chewing up sticks, sprinting in circles, and rolling in the grass every step of the way. Loving life the way only a dog can.

…but she still hates the rain.


Exactly two years ago, we got the best adventure buddy we could have hoped for. Happy adoptiversary, sweet Callie pup!


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