 | Home:San Diego, CA | [I have a diary!] | Age: 11 Years Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Leave a bone for Sam I Am

Nicknames: Sam, Sammy, Bubba, Ham-Sammich, Samuel, Samuel L. Jackson, Stinky Butt

Quick Bio:
 Likes: Going to the park. Chasing balls and other puppies. Camping. Riding in the Jeep. Sleeping.

Pet-Peeves: The word NO! Huskies. Camping (he gets scared at night)

Favorite Toy: Stuffed, crinkley duck; Basketball and tennis ball

Favorite Food: Any people food, but mostly french fries.

Favorite Walk: Grape St. Park (Balboa)

Arrival Story: I just remember he was so small, he could fit in my shoe. The first night was a long one, who knew you had to wake up 2-3 times a night to take them outside. A few months later, I finally got a whole nights sleep.

The Groups I'm In:
Pawsatively Bostylicious

I've Been On Dogster Since:
| March 24th 2004 |
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More than 5 years! |

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id: 21070

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October 19th 2004 1:43 pm
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It was Labor Day weekend 2004.
My mommies took me for a trip to see our friends, they have such a big backyard, it has lots of places for me to run, smell, pee and hide. My mommy took me out before it was time to go to bed, so I was running around tryong to find a good "spot" when, out of nowhere, something grabbed me by the head, HARD! I started screaming. My mommy yelled at me, I think she thought I was playing with a stray cat, but something was hurting me. I screamed again, thank goodness my mommy came running after me. She chased that big dog away. I was very scared. I ran into the house, I was shaking so hard. I heard everyone talking about this big dog and looking around the back yard, they were calling him a coyote, and they were saying he was trying to eat me!?!?! We all jumped into the car and went for a ride ( I usually like rides ) I was at the vet. The shaved pieces of me, I looked so funny. I had big bite markes in my head, on my chest, and my throat.
I am feeling much better now! And I only have a few scars. 
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