Hey! I’m Sadie. Got a cookie? Wanna rub my belly? Let’s be friends. I’ll show you around my war bunkers in the backyard, but first, I want to tell you why I’m such a lucky dog.
I have a different appreciation for “thank you” since I’m the only survivor of my litter. We were dropped off in the middle of a scary, big, dark green world that felt 10,000 puppy steps wide. I was a tiny tater tot, and my only survival skill was to dig and hide under something. There had to be a better place, so I decided to survive and started my mission.
One day, I noticed a curious-looking man. Having nothing to lose, I walked up to him. He let me get close and didn’t hurt me, but he also wasn’t impressed and left. Heavy sigh.
But another day, he brought a friend, and suddenly my little puppy heart started beating like a screen door in a hurricane.
That’s when I knew.
MY PERSON had arrived.
I felt it clear down to my tiny paws, and with all the courage in my tiny black body, I decided to go all in. I planted myself on his foot. I knew it was risky, but I figured I might as well. Go big or go home.
I turned to meet his eyes, batted mine and did the heavy lean — you know the one.
Sold.
He softened and scooped me up.
Whew. That could have gone terribly wrong, but when he took me to his house, every struggle in my life was worth it because now I live next to the beach.
I still like visiting the woods with Dad, but I love our life on the island. We get to do everything together, all day, every day. We fish. We hunt.
Psst ... I’m an excellent sniffer — 15 successful deer finds and counting.
He is my everything, and if we’re separated, I’ll sit and stare out the window crying like someone canceled Christmas and bacon on the same day.
Life works better when we’re together.
But want me to cuddle? No way. I have boundaries when I’m catching beauty sleep. This cuteness is a full-time job.
My favorite way to rest is a two-step process. First, I roast myself in the blazing sun until my fur reaches approximately the temperature of a cast-iron skillet left on a July driveway. Then I waddle inside and dramatically collapse in the AC like I’ve just completed an expedition across the Sahara.
Then repeat.
Heat. Cold. Heat. Cold.
It’s called wellness. Look it up.
A few favorites before it’s time to conduct my business in the dirt:
I love my Frisbee. It’s my favorite toy, and if someone is even thinking about throwing it for me, POOF! I’m there. Like a ninja. Ready to go.
Then there’s mud. Some dogs avoid mud. I consider that a character flaw. Water next to dirt? That’s not a puddle — that’s a spa day with unlimited access. Yes, let’s go that direction.
Another favorite is BELLY RUBS!!!
Let me show you my white tuxedo belly and smile at you. I am safe, and I am loved.
My heart is full of appreciation for my daddy, who spoils me rotten. He wasn’t looking for me the day I planted myself on his boot, but I was looking for him.
Funny how life works like that.
And I’ll spend every day, until my last, loving my human for making me his lucky Sadie Mae.