My puppy girl turned 12 years old this weekend.
I can't believe that I have had her since April 2001. I had always said I was going to get a dog as soon as I could. I was working for San Francisco State University and I moved from on campus housing to Treasure Island. In March 2001, I survived an assault from a good friend (clearly not such a good friend) and my BFF recognized that I was slipping into depression. I just couldn't get out of bed each day. He knew I wanted a puppy....so during my sister's visit, we went to San Francisco Animal Control and there was Ms. Sadie....(of course they had named her Princess). She was the calm, reserved and sweet. She had us fooled! As soon as she recovered from being fixed, she was no longer calm and reserved....she ate my friends palm piolet, chewed a chair, ate her collar, ripped apart her puppy bed......yet she was a handful! But we loved her anyway!
She is still filled with energy and gets into lots of trouble. If I have ANYTHING in the kitchen sink, she finds a way to take it out and destroy it. She has eaten a blender, lots of wooden spoons and I have no idea how she hasn't been rushed to the vet for any sort of blockage!
I love her and she gave me that reason I needed to get out of bed every day......she is my fur baby and is one spoiled pooch!
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