Sadie, You Ain't No Lady

Sadie is my third Border Collie. She my little Sudsie Sadsie, my Sudster, my Blu Dawg, my Party Dawg, my Bulky Baby, my Tank, and especially my Crazy Dawg. She, like most people/animals in my life, has a multitude of nicknames. I love this crazy little girl. She is so hyperactive, which used to drive me nuts, but now I love it. I love to get her all riled up to the point that she whimpers excitedly or barks or runs around crazily. She brings out the kid in me.

Not only that, but I love the way this pup snuggles. She sidles up next to you on the couch and lays her face and sometimes one or both front paws across your legs as she dozes off. You can then in turn wrap a leg or two around her. She doesn't care. She just loves to be snugged. She is definitely an avid dreamer dog, meaning she runs and barks in her sleep. It is freaking hilarious! I always have to try not to laugh too hard so I don't wake her up.

Lately this little gal has really been trying to push her limits. Here is a list of misdoings from this past week alone:

• After dinner one night I left my plate on the table and took Baby Bean to the store. Hubs was upstairs when he heard what sounded like silverware on a plate. He came down to find Sudster up on a chair cleaning off my plate. She has NEVER done this before.


• Thanksgiving day I tossed a can that had cream of chicken soup into the recycle bin. We found the can later that night in the family room. I wish I could say she has never rooted in the garbage, but that was the second offense of that nature.


• One night we decided to leave her out of her crate while we were gone to see if we could trust her to behave. When we got home we found she had climbed up on the kitchen counter to obtain an avocado that she promptly tore up all over our new white rug in the family room.


• Mags has a stuffed bear that Sades stole and tore open the leg. Since then I have been hiding the bear or putting in places she knows she's not supposed to go. Last night she went up into my bedroom, found the bear, took it downstairs leaking stuffing everywhere, and tore it up right behind my husband.

Hubs gets mad at me because most of the time I am so shocked by her behavior I laugh. He hates it that I don't discipline her better. I guess I don't get on her more because it is my fault she is acting up. I need to walk her and exercise her to get her energy out. I can't blame her for that.

After the bear incident last night I decided that instead of being locked up in her nice warm crate inside the house while we were at work today, she would be out in the backyard, no matter how cold it was. The dogs do have a heated dog house out there, but Sadie rarely uses it. I think Mags growls her out. This morning it was a lot colder than I anticipated, but Hubs talked me into leaving her out there so she could run off her energy, claiming that alone would keep her warm, so I did.

All I can say is that little girl is lucky I love her as much as I do. I can't imagine a world without my Sudsie Sadsie.