As stated in, two blogs ago, Sammy's anniversary of his homecoming was this past Saturday! It was super exciting. We had a whole big fun day planned. Unfortunately, we didn't quite get it.
Friday in my last hour of work, I got a call from Erik telling me that he had gotten hurt at his work. He was on his way to emergi-care for them to see what happened to his back. All of which sounds a million times worse than it actually was. He hurt his back moving a vanity top, and had a spasm in the lower back. He was in a lot of pain that day, and has a brace for a little while. Sammy was very concerned about it. It was quite cute!
Once home, I was taking care of the two babies. Helping Erik get up and sit down, walk, get everything, for the first evening until the muscle relaxers began helping. Sammy, being the sweetest dog in the world, tried to help. However, his helping, well, isn't helping.
I went to the store real fast, since we both really needed some food. Unfortunately, I was in such a hurry that I didn't remember the recipe, or anything in the recipe, for Sammy's special meatballs. I did however get the best meal for under $20 for a stationary, hurt boy in his 20's.
Hot boneless wings, bourbon boneless wings, triple pepporoni party pizza, mini tacos, onion rings, oreos, chips and salsa, butterfinger, almond joy...AND a lamb flavored rawhide for the Sammy! Sammy was just fine with this. That night we watched Disturbia and Rear Window. Then compared and contrasted the two til the drugs kicked in.
Originally, Friday night was gonna be a night in preparation for Saturday. Saturday we were going to go to the beach or take a hike. Possibly go to the dogpark, all dependant on just how hot it was. We were going to watch doggie movies, eat ice cream, and have a spaghetti night!
Sammy and I got up nice and early, Erik was a bit slower. Sammy must have known it was a special day. My mom came over, brought bagels, cream cheese, orange juice and a special toy for the Samster! He was happy to perform the squeaker-ectomy.
My mom stuck around and watched Bolt with us. One of Sammy's favorite movies! I don't know about other dogs, but he really likes to watch tv when there are animals on it. I think he really likes Bolt because there is a cartoon dog on almost the whole time. I think that the cartoon allows the contrast to be stronger, so he can watch it easier. Plus there is a cat, and Sammy is all about the cats still.
After finishing the movie, we all got in the car and took a trip to Petland, just for nostalgia. The two workers we saw there didn't look familiar, which was too bad. But they did have a corgi, a tri color, and Sammy kept nosing him through the window! The corgi there definately looked like a trouble maker. He was trying to figure out how to get around the glass. Enjoyed gnawing on his crate-mate's ear. Also enjoyed barking. We could hear his bark above all other pups! He definately needs a family, and with a yard!
"Mom, we look silly taking a picture out here in the parking lot!"
Next up was a Dairy Queen run. Since we ended up making another stop after going to Dairy Queen, we ate ours there (I shared with Sammy. I know it's bad, but it's his pupper-versary!) and Sammy had his Peanut Butter Frosty Paws once we got home.
"Momma. May I puh-wease havey some ows-cream? I's loved to share witch you."
"Thanks you! Don't tell Dad, but yous my favorites!"
Ice cream made him very sleepy and drowsy for our one more stop on the way home!
"Must. Have. Nappy. ....now."
"Don't move Dad. Right there is perfect!"
After getting back home and eating his yummy ice cream. He took a nap while watching Beethoven. Then he woke up to go play at the dogpark for a while. I don't have any pictures of that. He made friends with a nine month old beagle. He didn't want any other dog playing with him. Although it was ok for Sammy to play with other dogs. He's such a weirdo. I can't imagine him as a big brother. We weren't there for long, but he ran and ran and ran non-stop, so he wore out fast.
We came back home, we had dinner. He got some speghetti sauce in his dinner. And a little bit of hamburger (very, very, very little). Then he and I curled up on the floor and we all watched Beethoven's 2nd. Sammy of course going crazy every time he heard puppy wimpers!