A little over a week ago, my parent’s beloved dog, Sadie, died. She was a great companion and will be missed. In honor of Sadie, todays post is dedicated to stories about her.
For many years, Bob lived with my parents during the week while working. Sadie always loved greeting people. And as a young dog, she got very excited and would pee all over the floor. Bob says he learned to walk in the house, march right past the dog through the kitchen and into the backyard. There he would call her. Sadie came running and as expected peed on the ground. This became a ritual for years. Eventually she did grow out of that habit.
Sadie was supposed to be a truffle hunting dog. While pigs are traditionally used in Italy and France for truffle hunting, the modern way is using dogs. They have good noses and can be more easily trained. That is most dogs. Truffle training starts with truffle oil put on a ball. The dog has to identify the correct ball and then gets a treat. Repeat the process, now hiding the ball. Eventually pieces of truffle are buried in the ground and the dog is supposed to go find it. Well Sadie got enrolled in formal truffle training school and was the only dog in the history of the school to get the most playful award. It turns out she got bored with the training, ate the truffle and then started playing with the puppies. Now she was about 5 years old at the time, old enough to know better.
Below are a couple of pictures of Sadie from last Christmas. In the first photo she’s below the porch watching Elly get a tomato juice bath. Yes, Elly had tangled with a skunk and lost. No one, including Sadie wanted anything to do with her. It seems Sadie was lording it over Elly because she could be inside and Elly was not allowed. During the bath, Sadie watched intently from a distance.
Here’s a photo from a solar eclipse party at the farm a couple years ago. Sadie wasn’t sure about wearing glasses, but she was always a party animal. And if everyone else is wearing glasses, she will try them.
A few other short stories. When Sadiie was young, she traveled between the farm and the family house in Los Angeles many times. My mom always claimed that Sadie would spend a couple of days sulking on the trip down. But when going up the five, there was a McDonalds (or was it Jack in the Box) that Sadie recognized. Every time they stopped there on the way up, Sadie would celebrate.
Sadie loved living at the farm. She had distinct routines, such as always going into the stream while on a walk. She loved the snow and romped happily in the mud. She had hundreds of balls stashed all over the farm. So when she went for a walk, often she would come home with a different ball.
When my parents were building their house, Sadie was there watching the construction workers. She always had a ball that got dropped at their feet. This was not always welcome, so the workers would throw the ball deep into brush or put it up high on the rafters. Sadie got very good at finding the thrown balls. But I think there might be a ball or two under the concrete or embedded in the walls.
Rest in peace Sadie. You will be remembered.