My name is Sadie, some people knew me as Gypsy, and I was saved from the streets of Bosnia. A few years ago I was able to get my ticket to freedom by means of a plane ride to the United States with my fellow street dog Star and her mom Christine Dewson. I was so cute, pretty, and docile they just couldn’t pass me up. I mean, who could? Luckily, my mom, (you guys know her as Jess) said she would foster me so I had a nice home waiting for me when I got here.
As a kid I was no stranger to discipline. Both of my parents disciplined me and because of them I'm the respectful and strong person I am today. I can only remember getting spanked twice, but my goodness, my mom had what we called the death grip, and when she used it on an arm there was no getting free and struggling only made it worse. My point is, my parents were not afraid to tell me or my brothers "no."
