Sunday, October 24, 2010
These days he's not so fast. Mostly, he just snores. Since moving to the big city Sam has been enjoying all the comforts of home. Including being allowed in the house. Hims wuvs being in dah house!
Yesterday, Sam made some new friends, including the local Vet and her assistant. It's was the first time that Beloved had heard Sam growl at a person. It's not his schtich. He's not that kind of dog. Unless you mess with one of his kids...then looky out.
Sam was not impressed with the Vet. He was even less impressed with that bath we gave him this morning. Let me just say that he smells oh, so much better. Wrestling him to the ground to apply ear drops for his raging ear infection was not nearly as much fun as it sounds. He's a big boy that Sam Bo!
I'm proud of the fact that no matter how much Dingo, our bipolar kitty, taunts him, Sam does not react. While Dingo has the run of the house, Sam is only allowed in the 70's room (thus named for the amazingly ghastly orange shag carpet that covers the entire family room floor). And while Sam could simply cross the threshold between the family and living room. He doesn't. Why? Because we told him no and he believed us.
He's a good boy that Sam!