California Stars

J. and I had been married less than one month when this little pup showed up on our doorstep. We (read: ME) really wanted a dog, I felt my house couldn’t be complete without a dog. I called rescue organizations, assuming it would be easy to adopt. We own our home (well, the bank technically owns it), we’re young, active, and the backyard is fenced in. Well, no one wanted to give us a dog….because we both worked full-time. Hello, how are you suppose to own (excuse me, page a hugemunous mortgage) a home without working? So, we (read: ME) put aside my dreams of having a dog to love. On Memorial day weekend we embarced on our first (of many!) home improvement project: painting the office (a beautiful color of lime green). J. and I were in the middle of getting paint everywhere but the walls when a car pulls up, and an old lady and a tiny little puppy emerge.

Her name was Britney and she had a bright orange rhinestone collar. Did I mention that she was from North Hollywood? This lady, who I lovingly refer to as “crazy lady” (and who I never invited over, or ever introduced herself) came in, and put Britney on the floor. Apparently she got my address from a rescue organization…one that didn’t see us fit as “dog owners.” The “crazy lady” then told me how I should make sure to always have a full bowl of “wa-wa” out for Britney, left her leash and said that she would call us the next day.

J. and I weren’t really sure what to do with a puppy, especially in the middle of our little painting party….oh, and did I mention that we were moving into the garage the following week to have the hardwood floor refinished? No? Hum, I must have missed that little detail. But, anyways, our first order of business was to change the name from a sorority girl (sorry if I offended anyone!) to something that fit her floppy-ears, huge paws, and pink nose. Casey was decided on. (Later, I had to add “Madison” as her middle name because she was constantly getting into enough trouble to garner one!)

We’re not really sure of her breed. Perhaps, Greyhound and Bull Terrier? (She’s really fast. In fact, I bet she can run faster than your dog!) Or maybe Black Lab and Pit Bull? I think she looks like a cartoon dog. Casey has so much personality, and is constantly making us laugh.