August 9th 2011 6:04 am
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I, Samson, was not the entirely innocent dog that I have conveyed. I have fully admitted to my destructive habits: the shoes I ate, Feasting Upon the Word of the Lord (I ate a Bible,) the some 60 odd feet of baseboard that I removed from military housing, the couch pieces I chewed; the list goes on. However, it goes further: I, Samson, had an Affair upon my own Mother.
When Mom moved into her first home with just Oldest Lad, who at the time was Only Lad, there was a woman on the street whose charms I rapidly fell under. The whole neighborhood fell under her spell, and I was not immune. I would stand at the front door, paw furiously, whimper, bark, and Mom would be forced to open the door. Mom would stare as I then went two doors over, knocked at Spell Woman's door, and the door was opened for me. In my defense, I never "spent the night." It may have been hours before I returned home, after watching TV with Spell Woman's family, napping upon her couch, and feasting upon morsels from Spell Woman's hands, but I did always return to Mom.
Spell Woman organized many neighborhood events. When Spell Woman and another neighbor discovered that Mom and Dad planned to elope, she arranged balloons and a banner to adorn the front porch. When Middle Lad was born, she was able to help soothe Middle Lad, a bit, during his bouts of colic. When Middle Lad had his first Food Allergic Reaction, Mom took him outside, and Spell Woman was outside, monitoring the large group of neighborhood children playing. Spell Woman knew why Middle Lad was turning red, indeed enlarging before Mom's eyes, and knew what to do.
Eventually, Spell Woman and her family moved away, to a bigger house. I did not like going to Spell Woman's new house. My Affair with Spell Woman ended. I knew that Mom had been hurt by Affair, but I did always come back to Mom, didn't I?
Spell Woman ended her own life just a few weeks ago. She shared with no one that she was hurting so deeply inside. However, she gave to all a part of her soul, and made all better for it.
July 7th 2011 12:54 pm
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As Mom's FIRST Dog, I, Samson am the dog against whom all the following dogs have been and shall be measured.
Mom did have two childhood dogs, but I was Mom's firstborn son, HER Dog.
I did set a rather high bar, or a low bar, if one considers that after getting me as a six week old pup, Mom has sworn off ever again getting a puppy, and all other dogs have been obtained as adult dogs.
Happy Birthday to myself, and shape up, Pennie and Sophie, I have my eyes on you!
May 7th 2010 9:14 am
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Wow, I have to think back to 1986 for my Adoption Story!
Mom was living out in California, far away from home for the first time. Oh, sure she had gone away to live at college, but not 3000 miles away from home! Mom was very lonely. Soon her thoughts turned to the idea of getting a dog. Mom searched the paper and found a litter of Wolf Hybrid pups advertised. Mom drove out to the house and was sickened by the squalor. The dogs were kept in filthy conditions. I was the smallest pup left, filthy and covered in fleas. Mom brought me home and first thing I got was a bath! In a bucket, no less, I was so small.
I kept Mom awake all night for weeks. Then I went through my destructive stage. Eventually I settled down into being a Great Dog.
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