The Story Of Sadie
When I found out this week’s challenge was a head shot, I struggled. I’m can take pretty good portraits, but it’s not my all-time favorite type of picture. I don’t really like taking pictures of people. I have a hard time going up to a stranger and asking them, “Hey, can I take your picture?” I had to ask right away if a portrait meant human. When I was told portraits are whoever, or whatever, I want them to be. So I knew, who I wanted to take a picture of. And she has quite a story…
No this is not the picture I submitted, but it is her goofy personality. From the time I was a little girl, I always wanted a Siberian Husky. I grew up in Minnesota, and huskies are kind of a part of life there. When I went to college, our college owned a team of them. We used to feed them, play with them, and just being around them. Huskies are a unique breed of dog. They are unlike any dog I have ever owned. You often hear about the negative attributes– they are stubborn, they run away (A LOT– just look at my Facebook feed, when I am begging my local friends to help me get my damn dog back), they are ferocious hunters, and they can be loud pain in the asses.
Sadie is all that, and more. We found Sadie, rather Sadie found us in 2010. We lost our dog Scooter to cancer just one year after Zeus died from suicide by diaper genie. We had moved to Ohio, and Ryan needed a dog. I perused Pet Finder on mission from God. I found Sadie. She was being kept at a double-wide in a 3′ by 3′ cage. Her family had adopted her, but left her rearing to an 8-year-old boy. She was wild. Her hair was every where. She cried, barked, and was just a brat. After getting the OK from the landlord, I brought her home. After about six weeks of intense behavior training, she became my dog.
For the last six years this dog has been my constant companion. She was there when my dad died. She was there when my daughter was diagnosed with ADHD. She was there when we fought the school district. She has not left my side through cancer treatments. She lays by my feet through the nausea, the tears, and the frustration. In 40 years, I have never have had a dog that was my companion. Sadie is my dog. When we first got her, I asked Ryan what Sadie’s name should be. Without missing a beat, he said, “Sadie Lady Dog-Dog…” So here’s the picture I submitted to the Dogwood 52-week Photography Challenge Week 4: