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Posted January 13, 1999
Revised November 21, 2000

This picture cracks me up. These two characters are Sadie and Lexie, partners in crime, adopted by a woman who meant only to foster each of them at the beginning of each dog's rescue. Little did she know that she would fall for Sadie from the moment she walked through her front door, and she would also fall for Lexie. It just took more time -- and some help from Sadie.

The two are the best of friends, as you can see in the picture. Sadie, on the left, appears to be looking at her adoptive mother as if to say, "Do you believe her?" 

I think the rest of Sadie's story is best told in the words of the one who loves her most and who saw to it that she and her dearest friend did not have to be separated.

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1998 was a real learning experience for me. It gave me some insight into what rescuers go through, and let me assure you, it will break your heart.

Sadie spent the first six months of  her life in a puppy mill. I first saw her in a travel kennel by car. [A woman] had brought her from the puppy mill and was involved in [turning over] many of the dogs.  Several organizations participated in this rescue. 

Sadie had just thrown up and was filthy, dirty, matted, and full of parasites. I took her home and straight to the bath, and the next day to the groomer. What a little beauty began emerging from all the filth! I fell in love with her. She quickly mastered stairs and now leaps from sofa to table to floor. She never slows down and will leap into your arms at the hint of an invitation. 

I have two other dogs, and she has brought youth back into the lives of my older boy, Teddy.  The toy box is out, and she constantly plays with Lexie. What a pair these two are.

Before we lost our Rudi, they played "run run" all around the house. Their other favorite game is "attack the vacuum cleaner." My grandchildren adore her, and so do I.

These cold winter mornings, as I bundle them into their Redskins sweaters for their morning walk, I know my Tiffany observes us from Rainbow Bridge and approves. 


 

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