Evil Genius

Today I have realized that Sammy is waaaaay smarter than anyone gives him credit for. Ok, so he isn't an evil genius, but he is a genius. He knows that he has us (ok, probably just me) wrapped around his little paw.
And he does some of the strangest things:
in the middle of the night he can step on my stomach to try to get a better spot, closer to the fan;
or he can keep knocking over the plant with his rope;
he can start pacing from window to window trying to get the squirrel outside;
he can bark at the hair dryer in our teeny tiny bathroom that makes it even louder;
he can kick me when I try to curl up with him because he needs his own little bubble;
walk on top of my homework the night before a test;
won't go to the bathroom in 'our yard' but rather must go to the other side of the building;
get a bone stuck against the wall and claw at it to the point where the carpet starts to come up;

...but it doesn't matter. Because he can look up at me and know that he is the cutest little puppy in the whole wide world and give me the eyes like this and stick a fork in me, I'm done!!










Seriously, who could ever get mad at this little baby! And it doesn't hurt that he is super sweet and just a big lover!! He just still has some puppy in him!