As some of you have heard me mention Sadie has been my trouble maker or "Marley" her entire 15 years!
Last night I was treating a ruptured cyst she keeps scratching at with honey to see if it will help and last night I noticed she was limping a little on the same foot she had issues with. So I grab my supplies head outside and realize she is in her house. I cross my yard knock on her doggie door and she comes out. I start applying the honey on her neck and she takes off across my yard "catch me if you can mom" UGH! So I start calling her and I get tackled by Gibbs and Sonny. She slowly walks from my deck to the other side of my yard watching me the entire time. I slowly start walking up the path to catch her and she takes off back towards the gate and my deck. I kind of have her cornered and she looks like she is going to bolt so I say “Sadie don’t even think about it” I finally get a hold of her and finish her neck, check her foot (it is fine). Then she yells at me as I did all of that to her and did not bring her a cookie. Needless to say I go get one. My OH was oh so much help too. He stayed on the deck laughing so hard he was crying!
Now for the adventures of Sadie:
My husband I went to look at her and possibly adopt her at 1.5 years old. She was tied on a small leash on a deck. Her family had tons of kids and no time for a hyper hound. She was owners relinquish but if the rescue knew of the situation they would have taken her in as it was not pretty. They untied her leash and brought her down and she jumped in my OH arms and started licking his face. He looks at me with puppy dog eyes and says “it is up to you”. My response put her in the truck! I should have known then and there that I was screwed! A basset jumping into a man’s arms. This was not going to be the foot dog he wanted.
One of the major basset rescue events is called a Ramble. It starts with a 3 mile walk and the pups get sponsors, then a volunteer opens her yard (5 acres fenced in) to activities off leash fun for humans and hounds. Sadie did the 3 mile walk like a champ every year. She always finished first pulling me my dad or mom behind her. At the house though there was a nice time out pen marked “Sadie”. 250 bassets loose over 5 acres and my hound is the only one that has her own time out pen! Why you might ask? She tried to jump on the grill to steal food, She taught other hounds how to jump on picnic tables, she knocked down children to steal food and give them kisses in their face, she stole hot dogs as people were eating the other side, and she would never let any other hound have a chance when it came to bobbing for hotdogs! I would go oh no I don’t see Sadie and would find her in time out. A member would come up laughing at my pain and I would ask what did she do now?
Sadie has failed Petsmart training 5 times! I think she is the reason they no longer offer the pay for one class and if your pet does not pass the next one is free until they do. Don’t get me wrong there is not a mean bone in her body! She is as sweet as they come but she sees nothing wrong with tackling anyone (including a friend of ours over 6ft tall) to the ground to kiss their face. She has never been able to be loose in our house as we would not have a house left with her bouncing and shaking. I do not care how much you try to tire her out you will not succeed.
When I started going to my new holistic vet (Sadie was 11-12 years old), I took both hounds in. My hounds always wear a harness (until recently since they have their own house). The vet walks in sits on the rug on the floor and says let her go (Gibbs is free but I am holding on to Sadie’s harness for dear life). I respond you don’t want me to do that. We go back and forth for a good 5 minutes until finally I let her
go. All I see are ears and feet in a spread eagle fashion flying across the room. Oh no this Vet will never allow us back runs through my head. Sadie wraps her front paws around Dr Grasso’s neck and starts kissing her face. The vet was cracking up. Oh thank god! When the Vet called me back a few days later with blood work results she still could not say Sadie’s name without laughing. I knew we found our forever vet! A year or two later Sadie had to rush in as she had a gapping whole in her side (fatty cysts rupture like abscess on her). She bled all over my truck, as I get her in the office she sees a golden puppy she wants to play with. I hold on for dear life. As the tech comes out to see what is going on she never got a chance to look at it as she got a face full of Sadie tongue when she leaned over. They get her in the back and as the doors open all I can hear is laughter and Sadie you are too funny! I look at the receptionist embarrassed and she just laughs.
When I go out of town I normally get a house sitter but if I am gone a week or more I take them to a friend of mine who owns a kennel on 20 acres. They dogs get to play and run free! Well I was selling my house and I was worried about people visiting and what Sadie might do so I shipped them off to Aunt RheeAnna. They love it there and she loves them. She was bringing them back to me at the new house (Sadie was 12 years old). She put Sadie in her large truck and turned to pick up Gibbs. Sadie jumped out of her truck and took off running! RheeAnna runs marathons but spent a good 30 minutes trying to catch Sadie. The only way she caught her was Sadie had to stop and pee. Her OH was laughing so hard he could not help either.
The stories just keep going! This is why it took 3 people to bandage a 15 year old Basset Hound’s foot and 3 professional grooms to clip her nails. One to do the task, one to hold the wiggle body, and one to get a face full of kisses! I cannot count how many times I have yelled “Sadie” She knows when my voice reaches a certain pitch she is in big trouble! I have cursed and screamed then laughed. She is my wild child, the thorn in my side, and the laughter in my heart!