Sadie's Sad Story

We don't know Sadie's real name, as she was found in the middle of Taylor Ave in northern Lafayette one hot summer afternoon.
She was flea-ridden and starving. Being terrified of men, she only would let me hold her and would only eat if the dog dish was on my bed. I held her almost constantly for days- really-, trying to calm this little patch of quivering fur.
Once she was somewhat recovered, Sadie became what my son unaffectionately called "devil dog." She growled and showed her fangs at almost anyone but me, but focused her hatred on Mark. If anyone came too close, she would snap in the air while glaring at them. (However, if you dared her to bite you by placing your hand near her mouth, she would turn her head away.) I, of course, was exempt from receiving this behavior.
Nevertheless, we had a difficult time protecting our friends from constant assault by this mean little deranged dog. Our reputation for being odd was reinforced, once again. Of course, I was held to blame by all of the members of my family, especially by Bubbles.
George spent literally a YEAR coaxing her into accepting food from him. Three years later, after many food bribes, they are buddies. She is very fat, but they are tight. She has trained him to follow a rigid diet regime consisting of a variety of dog treats and human food given throughout the day.
The most endearing aspect of my relationship with her is the way she sits by the door for hours, waiting for me to come home each day. I love the warm, estatic welcome after a day with middle schoolers.
I must admit I also enjoy the way she sits by the door waiting for Mark to come home from a late night outing with friends, just so she can growl and snap at his heels. We always know what time Mark comes home from a night out. Mark is not amused.
During the day, she often sits between the front paws of Annie. In the rain, I have seen her actually walk underneath Annie't torso, so she won't get wet. This is possible because Sadie is a mut, a cross between a long haired chihuahua and a dachsund, while Annie is a Great Pyrennes. Enough about dogs.
Bubble's home territory is the living room; all enter only with her permission. She's a cat.