Let me first introduce myself. I'm Robin, a single and successful career woman working as a Director of Surgical Services of a regional hospital in a small town in northeast Tennessee. I enjoy my job, and enjoy the freedom and independence being single has provided me. A little over a year ago my dog Sadie entered into my world. She is a miniature dachshund with no hair. Really. She pretty much has no hair. She is a very short haired gray dog. She makes the sweetest sounds when she falls asleep. She's my baby. I think she's the cutest thing that ever walked the face of the earth. Well, I do until I walk in the door from a crazy, full day at work and find myself in the middle of the latest adventure of "Sadie and Me". You see, my dog has a keen way of becoming the devil. That's right. The devil. I sometimes call her "Satan" instead of "Sadie", "Lucy" for "Lucifer"...you get my drift.

My sister suggested that I start chronicling the stories that happen between Sadie and I because she gets a huge laugh out of them every time I tell her one. I'm glad somebody does. When you are the one having to shock poop out of a dog's mouth, retrieve cigarette butts out of a dog's mouth, clean up the mounds of toilet paper that have been unrolled with fierce effort, and hurl a dog out of a bathtub that I am bathing in after a long day of work, it's just not that funny. However, my sister had a feeling that you and everyone that reads my stories will find them quite humorous. I, in the meantime, must run now as I hear cardboard getting crinkled in the other room. Yep, she's got her head stuck in an empty cracker box running around like a chicken with its head cut off. That's my dog! That's Sadie...and me.