No my mom didn't have another baby. We got a puppy! We got him right after Christmas and he is super cute, most of the time. He is a silver lab, kinda rare, it's a recessive gene of chocolate labs. We expected him and Buddy to be best friends, but it is not so. Buddy hates him. Pretty much with every fiber of his being. As you may know, Buddy is not a real dog, and has some issues. So it's been fun to have a real dog that plays fetch and digs and stuff. But poor puppy does not have Buddy to play with. He always tries and buddy has a melt down and we have to separate them. Sampson's favorite thing to do is jump up and bite Buddy's neck meat relentlessly. The other day Sampson bugged him so bad and Buddy got so much anxiety over it, that Buddy literally threw up because of it. Sad.
This poor puppy didn't have a name for a full month of his life. We could not decide on one name that we all liked. Choosing his name included a full hour family meeting on voting for names and at the end we had nothing. His name is now Sampson. No one likes it, but he needed one. My dad calls him Moses because he thinks he looks like an old man. A few of us call him puppy still, and sammy, samps, and sam are a few of his other names. We are probably giving him an identity crisis and that is also probably why he doesn't come when we call him.
He only allows Mary to hold him like this
Please notice the toilet paper. It is by far his favorite thing to chew and eat. I think by now he has probably swallowed a full roll. He is a chewer. So far he has chewed through cords of merchandise worth $600 that now no longer work. Such as our wii cord, my dad's shoulder massager, my moms computer cord, and so many others.
And here is Buddy. Just in case you forgot him. He has never chewed threw anything, bless his heart, and his only problem is his anxiety.
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