Keesha had her turn...now it's all about me!

My name is Sadie.  I'm a Black and Tan Coonhound.  They say I was rescued, but I'm not so sure about that.  I'm pretty sure I was the one who decided to come home with my Mom.

Mom heard about a couple of Keeshonds available for adoption from Homeward Bound.  There were all kinds of dogs that were brought to Petco in Maplewood, all of us hoping to find someone to take us home.  Mom spent a lot of time with these 2 Keeshonds, but I guess she just wasn't feeling the love.  Someone else wanted to spend some time with the Keeshonds, and Mom happened to pass by the kennel I was in.  I gave her my very best hound dog look.  Mom asked a Homeward Bound volunteer to let me out of my jail.  We walked around the store, but I was sooooo petrified I could hardly walk.  Eventually, I just had to lay down in the store and shake.  I couldn't help it.  I was so scared.  I tried my best, but I was really worried Mom wouldn't chose me.  Next thing you know, Mom finished all the paperwork and I was in the car on the way to my new home.  The Homeward Bound people told Mom I was three years old (that was last year, so now I guess I'm four - in people years).  I used to live far way, in the South - near Oklahoma.  They told Mom I had to leave my other home because the people wanted a hunting dog, and well, I'm just way too scared about pretty much everything to be any kind of a hunting dog.  Those people didn't realize I could be a very excellent girl to just hang out with. 

When we got to my new home, I met Keesha.  She seemed OK - but was mostly interested in just getting outside.  Mom took both of us outside, but she didn't have a very good hold on that leash they put on me at Petco.  I saw an opportunity to run, so I took off.  Mom chased me and I thought it was a great game.  She seemed pretty relieved when I ran back to the door at what I assumed was my new home.

When my new Dad came home from work, I didn't know what to think - and I kind of accidentally growled at him.  He wasn't scared of me.  But he knew I was scared of him!  When he sat down on the big couch and gave me a few rubs behind the ears, I knew I could really trust this guy. 

I have lots more stories to tell, but this is enough for now.  I'm really happy I found a place to call home forever.  The next blog will be about Emmie.  She's a cat, so it should be a pretty short blog.