Sadie Blogs

Hello bloggy friends! I'm Sadie (Sadie JANE when I'm in trouble), a Chi-Weenie.

Mom thought it would be fun if I took over her blog for the day.

I have a big spacious yard that Momma puts me in when she has to go to school. I DO NOT like being in the yard all day long while Momma is off learning. Although I have been known to sunbathe a few hours during the summer. Hey, even pups should get a nice tan!


One of the best things about my yard is that sometimes I can see her when she comes home (if she checks the mail before going inside). When I'm feeling especially sassy, I try to fit my little Chi-weenie body through this little hole and run out to my Momma. P.S. I haven't made it out yet; my Momma would put me in a prolonged timeout and I might suffocate trying to get out.


On the rainy days, Momma makes sure my Sadie Shack is available for use. She is such a good Momma! Now if only I could convince her to paint it hot pink.




When I come in from outside, I run around the house like a crazy person. Usually what happens is I run around the living room doing crazy eights. Then, I roll over on my back and wait for Momma to pick me up and love on me. Momma told me when I was a wee one, I would get too excited and pee on myself, but she says I'm trained now and so I can control my bladder now. Score one for the Sadiekins!




After the reunion with my Momma (and much much love), I set about chewing up the yummy stuff she buys for me. My momma thinks I'm a genius. She bought me some Oinkies this week that were wrapped in chicken. Step one: chew the chicken off the bone underneath and then beg Momma for more. I'll get back to the other part after I've devoured all the chicken. She also bought me some Dingos, which have chicken pieces interlaced in with the rawhide. In true fashion, I chew off the chicken and leave the other parts all over the floor for Momma to step on. Just call me Sadie Jane Einstein, peeps.



The red stuff you see in this little Dingo ball is the chicken.

And that red tint is where the chicken WAS before I chewed it all off.



On the rare occasion that I get in trouble, I just sit on my Momma's couch until she is ready to pay attention to me again. This doesn't happen much.


Momma is nice enough to share her comfy king bed with me. I'm much too spoiled for a crate. I burrow under the covers and snuggle up next to her and make myself useful as her personal space heater. Sometimes, just to drive my Momma crazy, I wake her up in the middle of the night for a little love on Sadie session. Usually, my Momma tells me to get lost.


Usually, I am Momma's perfect little angel, but every now and then I enjoy chewing on one of Momma's shoes. If I didn't look so darn cute, she might get more mad at me than she does.


This is where I eat. I love my pink bowl and huge water bowl thingie. And my food of choice is the Ol' Roy Filet Mignon flavor. Aunt Katie keeps telling me I am high maintenance, but I don't believe her. Momma told me to tell you that she has no idea how that wall got so dirty. Maybe I'm just a messy eater. Or maybe my Momma just HATES to clean.


Thursday night is Grey's Anatomy night, so my Momma and I are usually glued to the TV drooling over McDreamy.



On the weekends, I sleep like a champ and cheer on my Red Raiders!



Basically, I'm pretty sure that my life is amazing and I have the best Momma ever. Clearly, we love each other.