#sadiebird

thank you <3 she is my prettiest lady forever

you didn’t ask a question so i’ll just take the time to drop my own Sadie Lore: she was a great dane, and anyone who’s been around danes will probably not be surprised to know that while she was a sweetheart she was also a massive scaredy cat, only surpassed by her even scardier-cat little brother, theo.

(he’s got an excuse though, poor guy was a rescue with a rough start :C)

any new objects, strange noises, familiar people in weird hats, she was Deeply Suspicious. had a particular hatred for plastic bags. she also hated fighting—many an argument was stopped with “aw, you’re scaring sadie” [pan to the 160lb toddler holding a stuffed sheep].

aww! sadie was a pretty chill girl, her favorite things were her stuffies. she loved the ones with squeakers and she had a habit of violently booping them with her nose to make them squeak instead of biting. some of them only lasted a few days before she tore them up, and some would last a couple years, based on what i can only imagine was a complex ranking system in her doggy brain.

we kept a stash of new stuffies in the closet and whenever she destroyed one or it was a special occasion, we’d bring three of them out and set them down for her to choose one. in the last couple years she started getting smart and picking up two at a time :3

she always had to bring a stuffie to people when they came in (which of course you were not allowed to touch) and if she was particularly excited about it she’d prance all around the house showing it off. she carried them with her when she was scared or felt sick/hurt too. most adorable thing ever

now i don’t have many recent pictures of sadie with her stuffies, just this fake bottle of vodka (my dad thought it was hilarious) and one of her oldest and most beloved: the giant carrot