 Photo Comments Age: 13 Years Sex: Female Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Leave a bone for Samantha
Nicknames:
Sam, Sammie, Sam the Wise, Sam the Good, Samsonite, Sam of Lamb
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Quick Bio:
Birthday:
July 11th 1998
Likes:
Chasing opposums and rabbits in the grove. Cool autumn days
Pet-Peeves:
Pixie and Thunder. Our other dogs, not magical creatures and atmospheric bursts of sound. Although she's not a big fan of actual thunder either.
Favorite Toy:
None. I don't know why. The woman whom we got her from sent three toys with her none of which she ever touched or cared about. She's never played with a single toy which has been purchased for her. Though give her a possum playing dead...
Favorite Food:
You're kidding right? She's a dog... anything which consists of protein.
Favorite Walk:
Anywhere in our grove, the wooded area on our property or the pond.
Best Tricks:
Looking at you like you're stupid when you suggest she do a trick. It's an expression of... "Yyyyeeeah... I don't do that. It really seems rather pointless don't you think?"
Arrival Story:
When our son Noah was turning four he had been hitting us up about a puppy. Always having been raised with dogs I was in favor of it, but my husband thought differently. At the time my mother-in-law was a home health nurse and an elderly woman she was caring for was about to sell her house and move to an assisted living home. Her son had given her a black lab puppy for protection and companionship and then trained the puppy so his aging mother could handle her.
The man couldn't take the dog and she was going to be given up for adoption at the SPCA. My MIL decided to take her and give her to our son as a birthday present. The puppy was a rescued dog to begin with. A veterinarian had found her abandoned on the side of the road, a full blooded beautiful little Lab.
The funny part was when we got her, we were told she was between six and eight months old and her name was Samantha. This was the info given to us from the aging woman. When we went to pick her up we both said, "Wow she's huge for only six or eight months." We brought her home and loved her tremendously. Noah was and still is infatuated with her.
When it was time to take her to the vet to have her vaccinations updated I opened up her original papers and found out that the dog was actually two years old and her name was "Shadow!"
Samantha had been with us for nearly four months at the time, I turned around and called out, "Shadow?" She came trotting down the hallway and gave me this look as if to say, "It took you four months to finally get my name right?"
To this day she still responds to both even though we were patterned to calling her "Samantha."
Bio:
What can I say about Sammie? She's the Lassie dog that every little boy dreams of having. She's been our son's best companion for many years.
She's the greatest gift to our family and everyone she comes in contact with. She loves everyone, is extremely friendly, but has an acute sense of people and knows exactly when to be protective and when to be her sweet self.
She's never given us a day of trouble and now as her health is declining with evident arthritis and hip dysplasia, I love watching her amazing and enduring spirit get a good jolt of energy when a cool breeze passes. She finds the strength and reserve to bound to her feet, surpasses the pain and takes off an the fastest gait she can manage in pursuit of a chase, simply doing what we should all do and remember to appreciate and enjoy life.
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One Regal Beagle
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December 15th 2006 6:42 am
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I was so excited last week. Okay, granted I felt terrible when Noah was hit in the mouth with a 9-iron golf club by that wretched boy in the neighborhood. Okay, so it was an accident... the humans can't help it if the over protective Labardor takes and chunk out of the menacing boys butt, right? heh-heh-heh
None the less, the same day that they came home from the ER, Pixie and Thunder... just Mensa Members waiting to happen, decide their best course of action when it's OBVIOUS that Noah was in pain, would be to jump all over him. Well of course she ("she" being Heather, Noah's mom), puts them outside. Safer bet would be to put them out and leave them out. Then I could finally have that part of the sofa back to myself again without having to vie for it all the time.
They were shocked. Shocked! I couldn't believe it. There I was just lying innocently and quietly as we all should have been on that rockin' bed we got last Christmas from Santa... all flufffy warm lamb's wool with that freaky memory foam filling... oh yeah... that thing's amazing. I'm getting side-tracked... so there I am quite and peaceful, trying to stay out of their way since they obviously needed the space when Heather snatches Dumb and Dumber and puts them outside.
What shocked me was Thunder's parting comments... "HEY! How come SHE doesn't have to go outside?!"
I glared at her and replied, "Because I'm not the one acting like a jackass you bobble-headed ninny."
Honestly... what WERE they thinking! "Oh yes let's keep the puppy of the one who is only moderately bright and was sired by an insane Bull Dog that ate through our front door to get to her." Yeah.... I'm surrounded by geniuses I tell you.
Well for whatever reason, Thunder and Pixie decided that since she just quickly stuck them outside on a long tie out, their best course of action would be to yank the stakes out of the ground and run off. Brilliant.
What they didn't anticipate was the fact that the long cable they were secured to with the flailing metal screw-in stake would eventually get snagged on something. It did in a neighbor's yard, but not before they managed to run through enough brambles and brush to have knocked off their ID and county vaccination tags.
The neighbor busted them, reporting them to Animal Control, captured them and put them in his garage till an officer could get there.
Okay, so I felt badly for them when I heard their story.... but I have to tell you it's been the sweetest week of my life. I didn't like watching Noah be in pain or having to go through surgery and recover, but finally, the house was mine again. All was quiet. No stepping over each other. No arguing. No irritating yippee barking at that stupid pink squeakie.
What the hell do they see in that thing. They lay there and let their jaws masticate its thick rubber ugliness causing it to, "Squeeeeeeaaaak, squeeeeeeeak, squeeeeeeaaak," over and over again! I just want to trot over their and smack them in the nose with my tail!
She, Heather, went to the pound the day after she couldn't locate them herself, however for whatever reason, perhaps the Universe's early Christmas present to me, the pound neglected to show her the penned area where the two of them were being held. She was told she was shown all of the dogs, but apparently she wasn't. She left without them never knowing they were there.
Ah bliss.
By Friday when she hadn't found the dogs yet I was beginning to grow hopeful that once again I would be the only one in the house, but alas, Monday she went back having seen the dogs' pictures on the Pound's website for picked-up strays. She brought them back the following Wednesday after having them cleaned up, checked over and spayed by the vet and groomers.
Wednesday.... I believe it will now be known to me as "Black Wednesday." They walked in the house, I got up from my bed and went over to greet them, because while they do get on my last nerve, they are still my family. That snot, Pixie - the first thing she did was growl at me. Growl! What did I do!? She claims it's because she knew that I was happy they were gone. I said, "Whatever," and walked away.
I'm so completely unimpressed by her Omega shenanigans. Try all you want Missy - but Alpha Dog you will never be.
Okay, though.... I do have to admit.... the first walk we went on after they got back.... it WAS fun to have someone to lope along with and check out all the spots where the rabbits must have just come through.
Tolerable, but I'm still Ruler of the Roost.
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