sadie raze she's the farthest along of his two rescue dogs. seventeen years old now. she's blind in one eye. she has dementia. but she still loves life. if the animals who steal our hearts could speak the same language we do, i think they would say happiness is feeling safe and knowing you're loved, even when you piss somewhere you're not supposed to. 230323 ... kerry i have known two sadies. the first was a girl in my ballet class (which i hated) when i was about six. i have probably told this story before but i'll tell it again. our mothers would alternate carpooling from ballet class. sadie's mother called her "babe" and this for some reason made her seem manly to me. her hair was short like my mom's but it stood up in a crew cut. she liked to wear tank tops, and her tan skin was sprinkled with white and pale pink dots. not like freckles, more like stars. when i asked her what the dots were she told me she went camping with friends as a teenager and they were jumping over the campfire and she fell in, so be smart and don't go jumping in or over fires. the other sadie is isabel's dog. when she moved back to atlanta and lived in a cute bungalow far away from everyone and everything, isabel decided she wanted a dog. she would visit the humane society hoping to find the one, hoping to make a connection. she went many times before she met sadie. sadie has big watery dark eyes, a cold brown nose, and ears that splay out. we call her "bat-dog." her fur is cream-colored, dense and soft. i told her once when i was drunk that she'd make a nice coat. she has a whole wardrobe of bandanas and three legs, and she likes to play ball and sleep in the garden on sunny days. you can find her napping amongst the flowers. 230724 what's it to you? who go blather from