Samson, the Beloved WolfDog


Mixed Breed/Samoyed [See My DogsterPlus Photo Book]
Picture of Samson, the Beloved WolfDog, a male Mixed Breed/Samoyed

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"I should have obeyed my carnivore instincts and not submitted to being a Nanny for the runty lad. So long ago."

Home:Cincinnati, OH  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Really I was no angel as a pup.  One night I destroyed over 60 feet of baseboard.

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"Really I was no angel as a pup. One night I destroyed over 60 feet of baseboard."

Merry Christmas 1995 when big brother was six

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"Merry Christmas 1995 when big brother was six"

I can't believe Mom posted this embarrassing picture of when my ears didn't both stand up

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"I can't believe Mom posted this embarrassing picture of when my ears didn't both stand up"

Running free at the Bike Trail

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"Running free at the Bike Trail"

Mom and Me at Miami University, a favorite hiking day

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"Mom and Me at Miami University, a favorite hiking day"

Dealing with the Colicky Lad

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"Dealing with the Colicky Lad"

When we became an Official Family

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"When we became an Official Family"

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Nicknames:
Sam, Sambo Weenie, The Almighty Samson, The Great Wall of Dog

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Badges:
Rainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:
-mutt-part feral

Likes:
Samson loved to have his hips rubbed, only we called it having his butt rubbed

Pet-Peeves:
People who did not rub his butt. He would lean on you, we called it "putting the lean on you" and you were supposed to respond by rubbing his butt. He was very insulted if you did not rub his butt.

Favorite Toy:
For several years Samson had a green squeeky frog named Mr. Frog. As an 80 pound wolf hybrid he could have chomped through Mr. Frog at anytime but he never did.

Favorite Food:
Individually wrapped processed American Cheese Slices. Samson had the quickest taste buds in the world. If he didn't like a food he could spit it out faster than any dog I have ever met.

Favorite Walk:
His favorite walk was to the Loveland Bike Trail

Best Tricks:
Going to the neighbors house and knocking on their front door. He would stay their for a while and hang out. Then when he was done, they would call up and say "Samson wants to come home now" and he would come back home.

Arrival Story:
I adopted Samson as a 6 pound flea ridden runt. He was extremely destructive, what they call separation anxiety now, until around age 3 and I was at my wit's end and he suddenly stopped. Samson was five when I began to date my husband. I do believe that Samson is the reason my husband and I dated. On our first date, my husband stayed until past two in the morning playing with Samson. In all honesty, he told me that he really wanted a second date not so much to see me but to get to play with Samson again. Samson tolerated my oldest son, then when my second son was born the oldest was six and suddenly Samson realized the oldest wasn't quite so bad and they became best friends.

Bio:
Samson was supposed to be a Wolf Hybrid. He was a very unique dog and with all his quirks, it was obvious that for one he was not the Alpha, and for two, he was definitely part wolf, not all dog. After having a dog for thirteen and a half years, it is very hard to sum up a life because Samson went through Puppyhood in Northern California, Adolescence in Texas, and his Adult years in Ohio. I was truly blest to have had the honor of sharing his life. Sometimes Samson would get mad at me or my husband. He would then ignore us for sometimes weeks at a time. We would have no idea what we had done wrong but then something would set things right and Samson would stop ignoring us and everything would be all right again.

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Have you ever ate your dogs food

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
His Eminence the Very Lord Samson the Appropriate of Helions Bumpstead
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I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 3rd 2006 More than 3 years!

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Dogster's 2006 Holiday Picture Party!

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Special Gifts Given In The Past Month:
Daisy (2004 ♥ 2007)


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Samson, the Great Wall of Dog


Crate Snob


September 2nd 2009 12:10 pm
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I have frankly had enough of Pennie's Crate Snob Attitude! The PERFECTLY Acceptable 1986 Crate was originally MINE. Heh, Heh, Back in 1986 Dogs weren't crated for Separation Anxiety. No. I was Crated for Shipping. The Crate was purchased for my adventurous flight from Scramento, California to Cincinnati. With an un-scheduled overnight in Chicago when the Airline Lost ME. How an Airlines can lose an Extra Large Crate with an 80 pound wolf-hybrid dog in it is beyond me, but after I flew home (without getting lost, thank dog,) I did not fly anymore.

Back in 1986 there were no "Dog Trainers" and Cesar Milan did not have a TV show. A dog was free to express his/her Separation Anxiety All Over the House, without Crating. I chewed 60 feet of baseboard. I ate the back off a couch. I nibbled a piece off the front of the couch. I ate a Bible. I did get confined, but it was to a spacious Master Bathroom, with it's own fresh water toilet, and several bath mats to pick apart, fiber by fiber.

Why Pennie is so upset by my old crate is beyond me. Maybe she should just outgrow her Separation Anxiety, as I did, and I was free to roam the house at will.


Downsizing just adds to the burden.


June 24th 2009 12:34 pm
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Those who follow the tales of the Mulligan Compound know that unfortunately, the Compound has been Downsized lately, due to the loss of Mulligan. I am rapidly discovering that as in Corporate America, when a company is Downsized, it is not just the Downsized that suffer, but the Remaining workers who must now do ALL the previous work, with LESS staff.

I, Pennie, was under the assumption, oh, and I know, never assume because it makes an a$$ of u and me, but anyhoodle, I was under the assumption that cleaning up casserole dishes, plates, and the high chair tray was a PERK, not a JOB. I have been wrong. Lately I have discovered that I must add a new name to my growing list of job titles: KP-Pennie. Yes. I am being subject to criticism over how I clean up dishes, even the floor.

Mulligan had a tongue as big as that of a large Holstein Cow. He could clear an entire 9 X 13 casserole dish in one swoop, including the ceramic coating. I, KP-Pennie, prefer to ENJOY my food, letting my thin, rapier-like tongue gently buff the surface as I actually TASTE the food.

I guess that is just not good enough, as is being pointed out to me when I leave a few crumbs. So sorry that I mixed a Job with a Perk.


It's about time! Do you dogs have half a brain?


November 18th 2008 6:02 am
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I don't often post. I am content to observe family life from my box upon the filing cabinet for I know that my very soul permeates the life of the family.

Last night, Mom was quite certain that Mulligan and Pennie were OUTSIDE. She could clearly see Middle Lad at his desk. Besides, he is not one to voluntarily expend any extra effort. Mom was working with Little Lad. Suddenly, great heathenous beasts came trampling in, marching their paws all over Little Lad's homework.

Finally, Mulligan and Pennie figured out how to open the back porch sliding doors. That, for the record, is a feat that I accomplished in ONE DAY.

Mulligan. I am not surprised that he has not opened the door. As much of a egotistical A$$ that he is, he does have the shred of decency to respect some, the key word of course being "some", RULES. He will stay behind a baby/dog gate. He stays inside the Invisible Fence. The back porch door for Mulligan would constitute a Rule. I am not surprized then that in the 3 plus years he has been here that he has not opened it.

Pennie. Pennie has no regard for rules. Baby/dog gates are meant to be leapt over or crashed through. Kitchen counters are meant to be walked upon. How then, could it take her over one year to learn to open the back porch door?

Truly, dogs of today are such slackers. It must be the video games, the DVRs, the paw mail and all the other luxuries that I never had. I repeat. It took me all of one day to learn to open a patio door.


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