Sam Adams


Boston Terrier
Picture of Sam Adams, a male Boston Terrier

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Home:New York, NY  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 13 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Nicknames:
Sam, Sam puppy, Little guy, Little man

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Likes:
licking face, meeting a new person and sitting on his/her feet, Shorty (the homeless guy on our block) Geller (his best friend, a French bulldog), the beach, cuddling between us on the bed

Pet-Peeves:
loud sharp noises; the chandelier swinging overhead (scary); car rides (gets sick)

Favorite Toy:
fuzzy ball

Favorite Food:
Canidae (wet or dry); milkbones; anything off our plates

Favorite Walk:
to the Clinton dog run; to Central Park; around the corner to the doorman who gives him treats; anywhere on any beach

Arrival Story:
I got Sam as my first puppy on my 54th birthday. I would have been happy with a rescue dog, but my wife said, "It's my present to you, so I get to pick it." She decided on a Boston after falling in love with Truman, another Boston in our neighborhood. After research on the internet and by phone, we found there would be a Boston Terrier show in the Hotel Pennsylvania just before the Westminster dog show in Feb., 2001. There I met Cherie Tuohy-Shadd, who has Bravo dogs. She was showing a dog. I heard her mention she had a new litter, so I sidled up closer and eventually we hooked up and I got Sam. (Lucky me!) Both his parents are champions, but he hasn't let it go to his head. (I'm not sure I can say the same, though.) All my life I wanted a dog, but I never thought it would be like this.

Bio:
Sam writes as follows: You can follow me on twitter now: http://twitter.com/samadamsthedog. I was born in Duxbury, Mass. on Groundhog Day. That's why I look like a groundhog. I came from Bravo dogs, where I was raised among other Bostons, Sheba Inus, cats and loving people. They really cared for me and cared about me, until that bewildering day when They came along. The picture where they're holding me depicts them cleaning the salt from my paws walking home from Central Park during our February, 2002 "big snow." Since then, they've bought me booties, shown in one of these picture. As you can see, I'm not quite sure what I think about this development. In this pic, I'm also wearing my country-gentleman outfit: a tweed, suede-edged hacking jacket, made for me by Kyle, whose two French bulldogs, Pearl and Rudy, are my friends -- but that's another story. I've just (March, 2005) added a photo from my New Year's Eve Eve party. That's me with my best friend Geller, a Frenchy, wearing our new bowties. But Geller doesn't have a tuxedo like mine to go along with it. Ha! October, 2005: I've just added three new pictures (starting with the one with the two guitarists) from my recent trip to France. See my Diary entry ("Letter from France") for details. October, 2007: I've just added one new picture. They're sitting in the bar with me. We have our cocktail elegantly displayed before us. It's an old picture, but of happy times. Times are still happy, of course, but about two years ago, our favorite bar closed. It was called Varjak. We would go there a few nights a week, especially when He was walking me late -- maybe 2 in the morning. He would get a drink and the owner, Richie, would give me cheese balls. Sometimes I'd sit on a bar stool, like in the picture, and sometimes I'd wander around and everyone would pet me. When the picture was taken, though, it was a crowded party night. Maybe on the weekend. They had live jazz every night, too. He called it "the bar of the thousand Carolines", because the other owner was Caroline and so was one of the barmaids. (She was Irish, and I think you're still allowed to say "barmaid" over there.) But then they closed. So here's to Richie, the thousand Carolines -- wherever they may be --, and the memory of Varjak.

I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 20th 2004 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
19390


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RIP Sam Adams

March 23rd 2013 11:39 am
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He wrote to all his friends and said:

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I'm sorry to have to tell you that we lost Sam on March 15th, 2013.

On that day, he started having symptoms similar to those he was having before his pacemaker was installed. The doctor thought that one of the leads of the pacemaker had lost connection to his heart, but even after they replaced the lead, his heart responded only intermittently to the pacemaker. They also tried a new pacemaker, with the same results. Thus, there was nothing to be done.

Sam Adams lived his whole life without experiencing meanness or abuse of any kind. He was the best dog any owner could ever have. We will miss him terribly. Farewell, "Bravo's Samuel Adams", adieu "my little guy".

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But i will continue to communicate to all my twitter friends from the nether world.

Your friend,
@samadamsthedog

 

i am now a battery-operated, bionic dog

November 6th 2012 9:58 am
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i had a pacemaker installed on October 31, 2012, so i can now claim to be a battery-operated, bionic dog.

It's not so bad, considering the alternative (to paraphrase George Bernard Shaw).

-SATD.

 

You can follow me now

December 10th 2008 7:46 pm
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They told me to make like a bird and tweet. What did They mean by that? Follow me anyway at http://www.twitter.com/samadamsthedog.

 
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