This is all we know about Sadie, formerly Joli. The name Joli was only given to her at Wayside Waifs, so she wasn't familiar with it. Someone drove 75 miles to get her to the shelter, so obviously they saw her possibilities. She was listed as a stray. Except for times when the vet was tending to her, or when volunteers and employees walked her, she lived in a cage for almost two weeks.
I am sure she's had a family at some time, because she is so people-oriented and loves children.
It's hilarious to watch her with the half-grown tom cat, Tiger: She chases him, he chases her. If she gets too rowdy, he taps her on the nose lightly with a claw. But she comes right back.
Folks, I went to Wayside Waifs with every intention of getting a cute little puppy. But every time I passed Sadie's cage, there was something about those eyes, and her demeanor, that said, "Take me home, I need you and you need me".
You'll see on the above form it's suggested she could use a canine playmate: Who knows, in a year or two, we might get her a puppy. But for now, this is the dog for me. Maybe eventually Buddy will settle down and play nicely instead of trying to lure her out into the woods and fields.
It amazes me how a year-old dog from nowhere, a "stray", came into my house instantly house-broken. She hasn't asked to go outside yet on her own, but I take her periodically. There hasn't been so much as one little accident inside.
As soon as I'm out of bed in the morning, Sadie wants to be petted and stroked for a long time; every dog I've every owned has wanted their morning dose of petting, first thing. This is good medicine for me, and it's working. Today is the first morning I woke up and didn't cry for Mandy.
Thank you Sadie.