Saturdays have become Samdays. All about what special thing could be in store for Sammy. Usually includes the dogpark. Either Sammy & I go with Erik or my mom. On Saturdays, especially, I like going with someone else, and it's the only day my mom can watch the amazing herding ADD Sammy in action at the dogpark! Sammy had slept the jog off...for a long time. He can sleep. So when it was nearing the time of the dogpark, he was spastic. Seriously, it was as though he knew he was supposed to be herding dauchsands! (He has a thing about the dauchsands, loves to herd them more than any other breed. Probably makes him feel big and bad.)
Back to the story....I played with him for a few minutes, but really had to get into the shower. While in the shower I could hear my little Sammy, well the whole building probably could have! He was FRAPPING. And when he made his lap to the bathroom he would run in and bark! We have a small bathroom, it just bounced off the walls like crazy. I'd pull back the curtain, and he would run back out, back to the Sammy circle. After getting out, he did what he usually does, lays on the bathroom rug and watches me get ready. But this time, not for long. It was too boring today. He had to get back to playing.
When I came back out to the living room I found many, many toys scattered through the living room. And the poor tug of war rope really didn't bode well. He tore individual stands out of it, so we have red and blue strands all over the living room giving it a really lived in, unclean appearance (which at this point it really was unclean).
Fortunately for Sammy, I didn't have time to fight him picking up the toys. I have to grab at least 2, but usually 3, toys at a time because it is inevitable that the one I pick up is REALLY the one he wanted. At least with three, I get 3 steps forward, one step back. Net gain of 2! My mom was on her way and I still had to get his water ready. We went to the dogpark, and he had a hoopla and a half. Then he had to come back home and nap while I ran an errand and went with my mom to a graduation party. After which, I came home, got Sammy and took Erik's lunch to him and we sat with him while he ate (I know, we are so sweet!)
Once I came back home, I took my shoes off at the door and I had an interesting realization. Exchange toys for shoes and Sammy is just as bad as me! Currently I have 4 pairs of shoes at one door, and 2 at the other door with my jogging shoes by the couch. (I have over 60 pairs of shoes. It's an addiction. Pretty sure it's genetic, and I got it from my inspiring grandma, Monie!) Sammy was up to 9 toys and 1 bone on the living room floor. Who is quite sure of what is in his clubhouse, at least one toy. And still his toy box appears full!
What, you don't like my decorating?
"But, I couldn't choose just one."
"I'm sooo cute!"
"Oooohhh....I like your shoes Momma. Where are your fancy ones?"
"I's still loves my foxy!!"
"Look, it's all full."
"I's jus like yous, Momma!"