(sorry bout the dirty paws, it's kinda yucky around here with stuff starting to melt. I promise, he gets a bath a week!)
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Lazy Sunday
Today I was working on Valentine's Day crafts. To my surprise, Sammy was all about it! He just chilled chewing on his bones and toys. He had a lazy, sleepy Sunday. Sammy is getting so big! Not so puppy where he needs to be playing or being entertained all the time. He is quite happy to just be in the same vicinity. I'm not sure if I'm happy or not about it. I'm happy that he independant, but I kinda miss my baby. He is still my baby, but not the same. Silly corgi getting me all emotional! Lol.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Samerson Wegener
Erik read a blog that I wrote where I brushed over Sammy's roots. Although he thought it was a good synopsis, he did not think it did that adventure justice. I told him I would dedicate a new post to Sammy's homecoming. See now, Sammy was our 'accident.'
Last summer Erik and I were apartment shopping. We wanted something where we could get a pup. Originally I wanted to save a dog from the humane society and he wanted to get a puppy. Apartment shopping for apartments of reasonable prices and accepting of dogs was not fun. Eventually, by luck of the draw, we found the Fox Run Apartments. They were nice looking. Close to both the schools we needed to be close by and not too far from our jobs. They had nice big pantrys, walk in closets, an atrium (in ours) and a circle, through the dining room, kitchen and living room, my favorite part. They also accepted dogs. After putting down the deposit and having a future home, we looked towards the puppy part. Fox Run had a deal with the humane society where the dog would be half price and pet deposit half price, as well. Sounded great, so we looked into the humane society a couple times. Wonderful dogs, but they exceeded the 40 lb. limit given by Fox Run. My aunt and our friends have a Basset Hound and I thought a Basset would be great! They have those droopy, sad eyes, long floppy ears and they drooled and slobbered. I don't know why, but I find the slobbery, drooling dog just so endearing! Our other friends had just gotten a puppy that was a Minature Schnauzer. He was a super sweet dog. He didn't seem like a Schnauzer because he didn't have his tail docked and they let him keep his shaggy hair, rather than the "schzauzer cut." Erik enjoys anime and, I don't remember which one, but one of them has a dog as a main-ish character, named Ein. Ein was a Pembroke Welsh Corgi. He kept talking to me about the corgi. I kinda half listened because I didn't want an anime dog! I had a dog breed book and we refered to it frequently. I tried to expand my horizons, Erik kept coming back to the Pembroke Welsh Corgi.We were at a stalemate, which was just fine because we couldn't have a dog yet anyway.
Over the couple of months prior to moving, and really talking about a dog, we tried different names. We couldn't agree on names either. I liked Charlie and Chloe. Erik didn't want to pick a name until we got a dog, a nice way of saying, those names suck. One afternoon after packing I took a nap. There was a noise that woke me up and apparently I had been dreaming of getting a dog and I thought the dog jumped on me so I woke up telling 'Sammy' not to jump on me! In my dream, Sammy was short for Samerson. So we had a name for a boy dog, Samerson. Still not seeing eye to eye for a girl.
August 6, 2009. Day before moving day. We are finishing up getting ready to move. Erik likes fish. We have fish and lots of fish stuff and even more fish books. We frequent the petstores looking at the latest stock in fish. Erik does lots of research looking at fish stuff online and setting up pretend aquariums. We have Aquarium magazine. We even have a dvd that is live footage of chiclids in Lake Tanganyika. At the time we had an angelfish and a picasomist. We drove down the street to Petland to get travel bags for the fish. To get to the fish, you have to get past everything else...including the puppies. I love dogs. I always have. Why walk through all the aisles when you could walk past all the puppies? So we did. There was a sad little corgi all by himself in a crate. He looked so sad, and too big for his crate. They have two levels of puppies with windows facing the store. Each crate has a fence-like bottom where their bathroom falls through, and they have a water bottle for drinking. Most puppies have roommates, but the big ones are alone. I looked at Erik and said, "Ok, lets just look at the corgi. I wanna see what they are like, up close. You really want one, so lets just check him out." He said fine and we flagged down a worker. He put us in a little room and said he would be right out with him. Said he was a great dog, one of the best. It took less than a second before I was off the seat and on the floor to the little guy. He walked right up to me and gave me a kiss on the nose! That was it for me, I was gone. Erik began working the numbers immediately.
Last summer Erik and I were apartment shopping. We wanted something where we could get a pup. Originally I wanted to save a dog from the humane society and he wanted to get a puppy. Apartment shopping for apartments of reasonable prices and accepting of dogs was not fun. Eventually, by luck of the draw, we found the Fox Run Apartments. They were nice looking. Close to both the schools we needed to be close by and not too far from our jobs. They had nice big pantrys, walk in closets, an atrium (in ours) and a circle, through the dining room, kitchen and living room, my favorite part. They also accepted dogs. After putting down the deposit and having a future home, we looked towards the puppy part. Fox Run had a deal with the humane society where the dog would be half price and pet deposit half price, as well. Sounded great, so we looked into the humane society a couple times. Wonderful dogs, but they exceeded the 40 lb. limit given by Fox Run. My aunt and our friends have a Basset Hound and I thought a Basset would be great! They have those droopy, sad eyes, long floppy ears and they drooled and slobbered. I don't know why, but I find the slobbery, drooling dog just so endearing! Our other friends had just gotten a puppy that was a Minature Schnauzer. He was a super sweet dog. He didn't seem like a Schnauzer because he didn't have his tail docked and they let him keep his shaggy hair, rather than the "schzauzer cut." Erik enjoys anime and, I don't remember which one, but one of them has a dog as a main-ish character, named Ein. Ein was a Pembroke Welsh Corgi. He kept talking to me about the corgi. I kinda half listened because I didn't want an anime dog! I had a dog breed book and we refered to it frequently. I tried to expand my horizons, Erik kept coming back to the Pembroke Welsh Corgi.We were at a stalemate, which was just fine because we couldn't have a dog yet anyway.
Over the couple of months prior to moving, and really talking about a dog, we tried different names. We couldn't agree on names either. I liked Charlie and Chloe. Erik didn't want to pick a name until we got a dog, a nice way of saying, those names suck. One afternoon after packing I took a nap. There was a noise that woke me up and apparently I had been dreaming of getting a dog and I thought the dog jumped on me so I woke up telling 'Sammy' not to jump on me! In my dream, Sammy was short for Samerson. So we had a name for a boy dog, Samerson. Still not seeing eye to eye for a girl.
August 6, 2009. Day before moving day. We are finishing up getting ready to move. Erik likes fish. We have fish and lots of fish stuff and even more fish books. We frequent the petstores looking at the latest stock in fish. Erik does lots of research looking at fish stuff online and setting up pretend aquariums. We have Aquarium magazine. We even have a dvd that is live footage of chiclids in Lake Tanganyika. At the time we had an angelfish and a picasomist. We drove down the street to Petland to get travel bags for the fish. To get to the fish, you have to get past everything else...including the puppies. I love dogs. I always have. Why walk through all the aisles when you could walk past all the puppies? So we did. There was a sad little corgi all by himself in a crate. He looked so sad, and too big for his crate. They have two levels of puppies with windows facing the store. Each crate has a fence-like bottom where their bathroom falls through, and they have a water bottle for drinking. Most puppies have roommates, but the big ones are alone. I looked at Erik and said, "Ok, lets just look at the corgi. I wanna see what they are like, up close. You really want one, so lets just check him out." He said fine and we flagged down a worker. He put us in a little room and said he would be right out with him. Said he was a great dog, one of the best. It took less than a second before I was off the seat and on the floor to the little guy. He walked right up to me and gave me a kiss on the nose! That was it for me, I was gone. Erik began working the numbers immediately.
Sammy in his crate at Petland. (Cell Phone Pic)
He was adorable. He warmed up pretty fast, and he was definately curious. They guy came over after a couple minutes and talked to us about him. Told us how he had been there a long time. Told us that he was very sweet and loving, but a little sad and depressed. Told us that their vets had detected some hip displacia, but that after being adopted he would be able to still be active and all, just careful. He told us this little pup was a clearance pup. Originally priced at over a thousand dollars, he was under three hundred. Still came with all the perks. He gave us a couple more minutes and a toy to play with. We both wanted him. Me probably more than Erik, but then again, he kissed my nose! When we talked to the guy, we told him about how we were going to be moving the next day and that we really wanted him, was there a way we could make sure no one else could buy him! We bought him that day, along with everything else. We really didn't plan on a puppy for at least a month or two. They were going to hold him the next day, and even to the following day if we needed. I didn't think we would need that extra day, I didn't think I would be able to wait any longer! So he asked if we had a name, and so he became Samerson.
They put up a little sign on his window saying "Sammy has been adopted" so noone would get the wrong idea about my little puppy! Lol. It was very hard to put him back. I tried to explain to him, this was just temporary and that we would be back tomorrow for him. I don't know why, but I just wanted him to understand it. Then we left with a bag of new puppy items and our free fish travel bags. After leaving I sent the pic to all my friends to show off my baby! Then we drove to my mom's to show her her new grandpuppy! His middle name was sorted out that night. Samerson Wegener. Alfred Wegener is the founder of plate tectonics, basically the father of modern geology. I am a geology major, so it seemed apprioate!
August 7, 2009. Moving day. I barely got any sleep thinking about Sammy having to sleep alone again. I knew he had his blanket, but I wanted to bring him home! Needless to say, I gained some super powers for moving. It was quite amazing. It was the hottest day of the year, really it was. And we were moving to a third floor apartment. We had some help, but we had alot of big and heavy things. It was not fun in the least. I just kept thinking about Sammy and getting done fast meant getting him faster. When picking up a box, I would say "this is for Sammy!" Kept my spirits high. Erik however didn't handle moving so well. He was probably in heat stroke. After everyone had left, I wanted to straighten up a couple things. Pick up cords, make clear routes through the apartment for us before Sammy came home. I also wanted a full bowl of water, food and treats put away, as well as toys put out for him. Then I awakened Erik from his passed out state and said, "I'm going to get him, are you coming?"
He didn't drive nearly fast enough! Ugh. I couldn't wait to bring him home. We got there and I couldn't stand still until they brought out my little baby! Oh, he was even cuter than the day before! He was immediately curious when he got his harness on and tightened to his size. Then he got a leash. I also had his fox with us, but that wasn't as exciting. Even though he could have been mobile, I ended up carrying him. Outside the front door, he was already going into what we have coined: ADD Pup. He hadn't been able to do this before. Sammy had only been in the crate since his arrival to Petland. He was born April 10, 2009, so he was 3 days short of 4 months old. A four month old puppy who hadn't really been outside. It was sad to think of, but it was all going to change. All the sounds, smells, noises and two new people with a weird rope around him. Had to be weird for him. Sammy didn't whine or struggle, his nose, ears and eyes were going every which way trying to capture everything. In the car, he warmed right up and tried looking out the window the whole way. Then we arrived at the complex. We took him up the inital stairs to the grassy area between the apartments and the garages. I set him down in the grass. He just stood there like a deer in headlights. Then he stretched one paw out as if to say "One small step for puppy, One giant leap for Sammy!" It was late afternoon/early evening mid summer, there were lots of bugs and scents. It took him maybe 2 minutes before he began trying to get bugs and looked like a hound dog with his nose to the ground. We let him do his thing for about 10 minutes, but he was panting so I carried him up all the stairs to our new apartment. He drank the entire bowl of water! Little did I know, his thirst would never be quenched. He drinks more than my dad's hunting dogs did! After getting a drink he came out and curled up next to the couch and took a long nap. We woke him up around 8, just before it got dark, gave him dinner and took him back out. He went potty right away and then Sammy had lots of fun running up and down the slight incline. There were lots of bugs now, and he had fun trying to catch them in the air and on the ground. We came back in and Erik's sister and her fiancee came over and brought him a tennis ball. It was so cute because he was much too small to play with a tennis ball properly so he just nosed it around. Then he passed out.
August 8, 2009. Sammy didn't wake up once the whole night. He was up about 530 in the morning, went out and came back in and went to sleep. It took less than 2 weeks before he was no longer get up before 8 unless we did. We had a fun morning. We played outside and investigated the apartment. I remember he never made it all the way around the circle, always got distracted along the way. We took him out to the balcony we had and found that he could walk right under the railings, so we put up all sorts of things to block it off, then he had lots of fun. Sammy had one accident that morning. After Erik went to work, Sammy and I went to my cousin's 6th birthday party. I couldn't wait to show him off. Most of the family would be there and it was going to be fun. Sammy was a hit! We were there all afternoon and he was able to get tons of love, little samples of people food and all the outdoors he could want!
"look at me in this cool green stuff!"
"and these long brown things are so full of smells and tastes...wow!"
"A puppy could get used to this!"
"Mom, I'm getting kinda sleepy from all this action."
Over the first couple days of his arrival:
"This fox is soo much fun! It's my favorite!"
"I wouldn't walk over the edge, I promise."
Some of Sammy's firsts. He grew very fast. In the first week he gained 3 lbs. In the next two weeks, he gained another 8 lbs. The vets were shocked, but said it was mostly muscle, and muscle he should have already built up, but was unable to in the petstore. For quite some time, we were worried just how big he was going to get. They were worried he would exceed 35 lbs. after the second trip to the vet. He is right around 30 lbs. now at almost 10 months. His growing is now in getting longer more than anything.
Sammy's first peanut butter experience. "mmm mmm, more please"
my favorite picture of Sammy. He has that fine line of cute and mischeviousness on his face. And his little tounge is sticking out ever so slightly, while his head is cocked trying to understand!
Sammy's first bath.
Sammy's first vet visit.
Sammy making himself quite comfortable in his new home.
He loves this new toy deal!
Unfortunately, that story didn't quite hit happily ever after then. We brought him home on a Friday night, past business hours, so the apartment complex did not know we had him. The following Monday, I went into the office to pay our pet deposit and such. Apparently we were not allowed to have him. It was not a fun moment for me. I kinda lost it a little. I guess that on like page 9 of the addendums they stated that no dogs under 1 year of age were allowed there. Beyond that, they needed vet verification of that. Basically it was them or the dog. We chose Sammy, but that meant we now had to have an exit fee for that apartment and we needed to find a new place allowing puppies, that would let us in within a month (we had 30 days from that day), and that would be affordable for a new deposit, pet deposit and whatever else. We were very lucky to find a place within about 2 weeks, but it was very stressful until we did. It is very unfortunate that all our baby memories of Sammy are at our old apartment, where we never even unpacked, but it all has worked out. We have pictures of all the fun times, and this apartment is much better. We ran into more and more problems in our 33 days there, including break ins (like my car) and wiring issues. We have landed a first floor apartment where our patio opens up to grass and trees before the parking lot. Sammy has a little stake and rope out there so he can sit out there when it's warmer. We have good neighbors, with dogs also! We are back in our old neighborhood, so it's more comforable. We are next to 2 parks where we take Sammy. And we have had lots of puppy memories with him here, as well.
By the end of our 33 days at the apartment, he didn't even need the barriers anymore.
Sammy quickly got comfortable in his new digs:
"I like this new place. I think I could be right here everyday."
"Don't worry, I'm on duty. Nothing gets past me!"
"Now this is a bed!"
Now they lived happily ever after. Well, hopefully to gain a baby sister in a couple years....
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Hands On Deck!
I believe Sammy thinks he is a short, much cuter and smarter human. I'm sure I have contributed to this idea in his cute little puppy head. In fact, with many of his traits Erik and I say whether he got it from me or him. For example, he tosses and turns and rolls and stretches...etc trying to find that perfect spot to go to sleep, much like Erik. Once he is there, he is gone. There is no waking that crazy pup up! That he got from me. Sammy is also very ticklish, weird right? I am very ticklish as well. Sammy has crazy dreams, which reminds me I need to get a video of this sometime. He can growl and bark in his sleep as well as the cute little running paws. Those vivid (understatement) dreams, he got from Erik. He love, love, loves the snow, that he got from me. He can tolerate cold...Erik. Likes to dance...me. Likes watching video games...Erik.
That list can go on and on...
Maybe we characterize him to ourselves too much or maybe I talk to him like he is a person too much, point is he thinks he is a person! He doesn't just bark...no, no, no too easy for Sammy. He does this weird raarr-aarra-aarrraa thing that is almost like he is trying to talk. He loves to be held like a baby. Not just on his back like an infant, but also like a toddler whre his rear end is situated on my hand/arm/wrist, legs spread one along my tummy and one around my hip, often with one paw around my arm and the other dangling and it's a toss up if he rests his head on my shoulder or if he is looking around. Weird, right? Now I must admit, I like it, too. It melts my heart. When I ask, "can I hold you" or "do you want me to hold you?" he jumps up on his hind legs with paws resting on my legs til I pick him up under his arms like a little kid! And...it's not just me he does this with! Sammy does it with Erik and I think my mom, too. In the mornings (and other times during the day) we jam out to the radio, and when a good song comes on I "hold him" and we dance! He loves it. More often, I don't pick him up and I tell Sammy "lets dance pup!" and he hops around on his hind legs while I bop back and forth. He has such a smile on his face! If I spin around, he follows and jumps when he can. Crazy pup!
Also asserting the idea he believes he is a human, he tries to grab his rope/fox/toy when we play tug of war! Can you believe that? Sammy used to just try to step on it if he could. Now, Sammy will put his paw up on top of the rope and paw at it like he is trying to grab it! He does this with his bone when he chews it also. That isn't so weird, I know. Sammy flips it and sets it upright with his paws. Even hold it down while he tries to pull peices off or eat peanut butter out of the center. Now, he holds his doggie ice cream cup with his paw so it doesn't slide! I think, he thinks he has hands!
Alot of times, I'm sure this is weird, too, but Erik and I like to wrestle (ish) with Sammy. I will pick him up and plop him on Erik and jump on top, or vise versa. Or I will hold Erik's hands down and get Sammy to give him kisses or jump on him. Weird stuff like that. Then we gang up on him and put him under a blanket and let him find his way out. Or hold him down and tickle him (he really is ticklish). ....(hmmm....wonder why he thinks he is a human?!?!) In the last week he has started to learn how to tackle. For example, we were playing tug of war this morning, then the water for my hot chocolate started boiling so when I went toward the kitchen, Sammy ran up behind and jumped up on the back of my leg with his arms wrapped around to the front! I was so astonished!
I'm wondering if we started something we shouldn't have. However, so far he has been really good about it all. When my little cousins were in this past weekend, and with friends' kids, after he hears no to jumping up he doesn't try again (usually). Sammy also knows the word "ow" and will immediately back up and sit and look at you until he knows it's ok. And because I am a dork, I taught him to "say you're sorry" and will give a little lick to your hand. Very rarely do I end up with a sratch or bruise and we dance and play everyday.
I wonder what he will do next to surprise me!
That list can go on and on...
Maybe we characterize him to ourselves too much or maybe I talk to him like he is a person too much, point is he thinks he is a person! He doesn't just bark...no, no, no too easy for Sammy. He does this weird raarr-aarra-aarrraa thing that is almost like he is trying to talk. He loves to be held like a baby. Not just on his back like an infant, but also like a toddler whre his rear end is situated on my hand/arm/wrist, legs spread one along my tummy and one around my hip, often with one paw around my arm and the other dangling and it's a toss up if he rests his head on my shoulder or if he is looking around. Weird, right? Now I must admit, I like it, too. It melts my heart. When I ask, "can I hold you" or "do you want me to hold you?" he jumps up on his hind legs with paws resting on my legs til I pick him up under his arms like a little kid! And...it's not just me he does this with! Sammy does it with Erik and I think my mom, too. In the mornings (and other times during the day) we jam out to the radio, and when a good song comes on I "hold him" and we dance! He loves it. More often, I don't pick him up and I tell Sammy "lets dance pup!" and he hops around on his hind legs while I bop back and forth. He has such a smile on his face! If I spin around, he follows and jumps when he can. Crazy pup!
Also asserting the idea he believes he is a human, he tries to grab his rope/fox/toy when we play tug of war! Can you believe that? Sammy used to just try to step on it if he could. Now, Sammy will put his paw up on top of the rope and paw at it like he is trying to grab it! He does this with his bone when he chews it also. That isn't so weird, I know. Sammy flips it and sets it upright with his paws. Even hold it down while he tries to pull peices off or eat peanut butter out of the center. Now, he holds his doggie ice cream cup with his paw so it doesn't slide! I think, he thinks he has hands!
Alot of times, I'm sure this is weird, too, but Erik and I like to wrestle (ish) with Sammy. I will pick him up and plop him on Erik and jump on top, or vise versa. Or I will hold Erik's hands down and get Sammy to give him kisses or jump on him. Weird stuff like that. Then we gang up on him and put him under a blanket and let him find his way out. Or hold him down and tickle him (he really is ticklish). ....(hmmm....wonder why he thinks he is a human?!?!) In the last week he has started to learn how to tackle. For example, we were playing tug of war this morning, then the water for my hot chocolate started boiling so when I went toward the kitchen, Sammy ran up behind and jumped up on the back of my leg with his arms wrapped around to the front! I was so astonished!
I'm wondering if we started something we shouldn't have. However, so far he has been really good about it all. When my little cousins were in this past weekend, and with friends' kids, after he hears no to jumping up he doesn't try again (usually). Sammy also knows the word "ow" and will immediately back up and sit and look at you until he knows it's ok. And because I am a dork, I taught him to "say you're sorry" and will give a little lick to your hand. Very rarely do I end up with a sratch or bruise and we dance and play everyday.
I wonder what he will do next to surprise me!
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Buh Bye Tennis Ball
For quite some time Sammy has had fun popping his tennis ball. By popping I mean, that initally I think he thought it was a squeaker, as so many of our toys are, and so he tried to squeak it. This meant chewing it, or clamping it. Sammy so frequently kills squeakers, without so much as a tear in the toy itself, that he continues to "squeak" it as he walks around with it in his mouth. Sammy also does this with the tennis ball. He walks around with it in his mouth, and because he has super powers in his jaw, it makes popping noises from his chewing.
Like all toys, except his fox, Sammy becomes restless and their inerds become of grave intrest to him. He wants to know what makes them squeak, and why they have stopped. The tennis ball met that fate today. While I was sitting on the couch, checkin' out my facebook (I'm one of the people that enjoy farmville and mafia wars) Sammy has begun Operation Tennis Ball.
He began by just ripping off the white material. He found a rubbery interior. What could possibly be within that rubber ball? Sammy had to know! He found nothing more than air, but he had a lot of fun. Then he carried it around very proudly. I tried to get some good pictures, but he likes to bring it to me, too close to the camera. I hope these suffice.
Like all toys, except his fox, Sammy becomes restless and their inerds become of grave intrest to him. He wants to know what makes them squeak, and why they have stopped. The tennis ball met that fate today. While I was sitting on the couch, checkin' out my facebook (I'm one of the people that enjoy farmville and mafia wars) Sammy has begun Operation Tennis Ball.
He began by just ripping off the white material. He found a rubbery interior. What could possibly be within that rubber ball? Sammy had to know! He found nothing more than air, but he had a lot of fun. Then he carried it around very proudly. I tried to get some good pictures, but he likes to bring it to me, too close to the camera. I hope these suffice.
"Mom, look what I discovered!"
"Can you stop with the flashes, they are distracting me!"
"I am going to lie here and pout til you are finished..."
"See how much fun it is, here play with me. I'll nose it to you."
"No, it's better when on your back...like this..."
"But don't forget to smile!"
"Man, destroying toys takes alot out of a puppy, let me tell you!"
"...aaahhh.....that's more like it!"
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Surprises Are Lots of Work
This past week, my mom turned the big 5-0! She is the baby of the family, so the family felt inclined to do something. I started by on the 9th by a surprise party I set up for her at Dave and Busters. Sammy was all excited because some family came into town and came over to see my digs (cause it was new to them) and that meant lots of attention and from new people! He loves company!
Shortly after the first surprise, we got rid of the tree and I had the worst week ever, so Sammy wasn't as confident as usual. Not quite as bouncy. My cousins that were not able to make it on the Dave and Busters date came into town this past weekend to do another surprise for my mom's birthday. They came into town on Friday, so Sammy and I paced and paced waiting for Erik to hurry up and get off work so we could go to the hotel and see them. Yes, I snuck Sammy in the hotel! He wanted to see his cousins! He really did.
They stayed in Fremont because the surprise was to be held at my Aunt and Uncle's house in Arlington, NE (little, itty bitty, teeny, tiny town that didn't have it's own hotel). After Erik finally got off work, the 3 of us piled in the car and navigated through the crazy fog and to the hotel. Boy was Sammy the happiest puppy! I don't know how much he remembers, if at all, my cousins, but he just loved them! My cousins were in town the day after Erik and I brought Sammy home, and he went to my cousin's 6th birthday party. He may have been a little distracted with knowing me less than 24 hrs and being crazy ADD pup at the time.
....Maybe I should explain that, to those who don't know Sammy's roots. In August of 2009, Erik and I were moving to a new apartment. Erik loves fish. We needed to get bags to move them to the new place and lived right down the street from a petshop. We had been discussing getting a puppy, and was on our list of priorities for finding a new place. I wanted a basset hound, but they exceeded the 40 lb. limit of our new home, Fox Run Apartments. Erik wanted a corgi, all because some silly anime. Because it was an anime, I wasn't very receptive. Well, they had this corgi puppy sitting all by himself, looking so sad and sleepy, and TOO big for his little 1'X2' crate, that didn't even have a bottom! It was like a fence thing so their bathroom would just fall right through. I said, "Ok, you really want one, so lets look at this little guy just so I can see what they are like." We asked, and they put us in a room with the little corgi and the guy told us he was a great pup, one of the best. I was off the seat in a second, on the floor, he walked right over to me and gave me a kiss on the nose! I was a goner. I think at that very moment Erik began crunching numbers. This little guy was a clearance puppy. He was born in early April, and had been there since either late April, or early May, can't remember now. Point is, he had been in that dumb little crate way, way, way too long. He hadn't gone outside, wasn't able to run or anything. All he had was a water bottle and a little fleece blanket. We were at that pet store awhile calculating everything and long story short, we got him and the free travel bags for the fish. Trouble was, we were moving the very next day. We talked to the people there and they were willing to keep him there overnight and even the next night, we just had to pay for him now. It was very hard to give him back and try to explain to him that we were coming back and his whole world would be different! The next day was moving day and all I thought about was Sammy! It was the hottest day of the year, we moved to 3rd floor, didn't matter, I was superwoman moving mattresses, couches, books...everything just to get to my pup faster. I was determined to get him that day! And...we did! We went back and grabbed him and brought him home to the chaos! When we got him we found out that he had hip displacia and some loose joints from not being able to move about. However, it didn't stop him from looking like a kid in a candy shop once we hit outside! He bounded about because he hadn't done that before! Sammy smelled all the grass and chased the bugs. It was wonderful. By the time we made up it up the stairs (all 42, I counted), Sammy getting a lift, he was too exhausted from all the activity that he had to take a long nap! Everything wore him out for the first couple weeks. Our first full day having him, or the day after the move and bringing him home, was my cousin's 6th birthday party at my grandparents, and so I brought him. It was alot of excitement and not at all what he had ever dreamed of, but he adapted very well! He loved the little kids!
This past weekend was the first time he had seen them since, so I'm not sure he remembered, but he still loved the kids. He wanted to play with them and greet everyone! My youngest cousin, I think tripped, but ended up crying and sitting on her mom's lap. This was too much for Sammy. He tried to jump up and see that she was ok! He ended up standed along the bed with his paws on top and feet on the floor watching her until she stopped crying! He is so sweet. Sammy was very gentle as everyone ate, begged a little but not too bad. He ended up being able to jump on and off the bed. Quite the feat for him since our bed is on risers and much too tall for that! But he was proud. By the end, he was fine just sitting and trying to understand what everyone was saying. Once we got home, he was out like a light.
Saturday was the big party and he stayed home for that, but then we grabbed him and took him out to the hotel with us. My mom was on grandpup duty while we all swam. I had given her our camera and I guess Sammy couldn't let it go! She pulled it out and he just sniffed and sniffed and licked the camera. Then she pulled out hers and he sniffed, and then done. Oh, I just thought that was the cutest thing!
Sunday we had my cousins over. My cousin and her husband have three kids (12, 6, 4) and I refer to them all as my cousins. Erik has all the hippest video game stuff and so that's what we did for a couple hours. We had guitar hero in the bedroom and mario kart (with the wii steering wheel) in the living room. Sammy went back and forth, back and forth, back and forth trying not to miss a thing! After a little while, the youngest found my photo albums and we looked at old photos. Sammy laid on the ground between the two of us and just listened. I tell ya, Erik and I have a very mature little pup! He is facinated by the youngest, probably because she is the smallest. Just loves her to pieces!
After everyone left, we had a movie marathon the rest of the day. Sammy rarely looks as happy as he did then! He slept with a smile on his face. Happy to have had all the excitement, but so much happier it was just the three of us being lazy watching movies, eating popcorn! Then he slept all night through! I tell ya, it must be hard to be a puppy and involved in all these surprises!
Shortly after the first surprise, we got rid of the tree and I had the worst week ever, so Sammy wasn't as confident as usual. Not quite as bouncy. My cousins that were not able to make it on the Dave and Busters date came into town this past weekend to do another surprise for my mom's birthday. They came into town on Friday, so Sammy and I paced and paced waiting for Erik to hurry up and get off work so we could go to the hotel and see them. Yes, I snuck Sammy in the hotel! He wanted to see his cousins! He really did.
They stayed in Fremont because the surprise was to be held at my Aunt and Uncle's house in Arlington, NE (little, itty bitty, teeny, tiny town that didn't have it's own hotel). After Erik finally got off work, the 3 of us piled in the car and navigated through the crazy fog and to the hotel. Boy was Sammy the happiest puppy! I don't know how much he remembers, if at all, my cousins, but he just loved them! My cousins were in town the day after Erik and I brought Sammy home, and he went to my cousin's 6th birthday party. He may have been a little distracted with knowing me less than 24 hrs and being crazy ADD pup at the time.
....Maybe I should explain that, to those who don't know Sammy's roots. In August of 2009, Erik and I were moving to a new apartment. Erik loves fish. We needed to get bags to move them to the new place and lived right down the street from a petshop. We had been discussing getting a puppy, and was on our list of priorities for finding a new place. I wanted a basset hound, but they exceeded the 40 lb. limit of our new home, Fox Run Apartments. Erik wanted a corgi, all because some silly anime. Because it was an anime, I wasn't very receptive. Well, they had this corgi puppy sitting all by himself, looking so sad and sleepy, and TOO big for his little 1'X2' crate, that didn't even have a bottom! It was like a fence thing so their bathroom would just fall right through. I said, "Ok, you really want one, so lets look at this little guy just so I can see what they are like." We asked, and they put us in a room with the little corgi and the guy told us he was a great pup, one of the best. I was off the seat in a second, on the floor, he walked right over to me and gave me a kiss on the nose! I was a goner. I think at that very moment Erik began crunching numbers. This little guy was a clearance puppy. He was born in early April, and had been there since either late April, or early May, can't remember now. Point is, he had been in that dumb little crate way, way, way too long. He hadn't gone outside, wasn't able to run or anything. All he had was a water bottle and a little fleece blanket. We were at that pet store awhile calculating everything and long story short, we got him and the free travel bags for the fish. Trouble was, we were moving the very next day. We talked to the people there and they were willing to keep him there overnight and even the next night, we just had to pay for him now. It was very hard to give him back and try to explain to him that we were coming back and his whole world would be different! The next day was moving day and all I thought about was Sammy! It was the hottest day of the year, we moved to 3rd floor, didn't matter, I was superwoman moving mattresses, couches, books...everything just to get to my pup faster. I was determined to get him that day! And...we did! We went back and grabbed him and brought him home to the chaos! When we got him we found out that he had hip displacia and some loose joints from not being able to move about. However, it didn't stop him from looking like a kid in a candy shop once we hit outside! He bounded about because he hadn't done that before! Sammy smelled all the grass and chased the bugs. It was wonderful. By the time we made up it up the stairs (all 42, I counted), Sammy getting a lift, he was too exhausted from all the activity that he had to take a long nap! Everything wore him out for the first couple weeks. Our first full day having him, or the day after the move and bringing him home, was my cousin's 6th birthday party at my grandparents, and so I brought him. It was alot of excitement and not at all what he had ever dreamed of, but he adapted very well! He loved the little kids!
This past weekend was the first time he had seen them since, so I'm not sure he remembered, but he still loved the kids. He wanted to play with them and greet everyone! My youngest cousin, I think tripped, but ended up crying and sitting on her mom's lap. This was too much for Sammy. He tried to jump up and see that she was ok! He ended up standed along the bed with his paws on top and feet on the floor watching her until she stopped crying! He is so sweet. Sammy was very gentle as everyone ate, begged a little but not too bad. He ended up being able to jump on and off the bed. Quite the feat for him since our bed is on risers and much too tall for that! But he was proud. By the end, he was fine just sitting and trying to understand what everyone was saying. Once we got home, he was out like a light.
Saturday was the big party and he stayed home for that, but then we grabbed him and took him out to the hotel with us. My mom was on grandpup duty while we all swam. I had given her our camera and I guess Sammy couldn't let it go! She pulled it out and he just sniffed and sniffed and licked the camera. Then she pulled out hers and he sniffed, and then done. Oh, I just thought that was the cutest thing!
Sunday we had my cousins over. My cousin and her husband have three kids (12, 6, 4) and I refer to them all as my cousins. Erik has all the hippest video game stuff and so that's what we did for a couple hours. We had guitar hero in the bedroom and mario kart (with the wii steering wheel) in the living room. Sammy went back and forth, back and forth, back and forth trying not to miss a thing! After a little while, the youngest found my photo albums and we looked at old photos. Sammy laid on the ground between the two of us and just listened. I tell ya, Erik and I have a very mature little pup! He is facinated by the youngest, probably because she is the smallest. Just loves her to pieces!
After everyone left, we had a movie marathon the rest of the day. Sammy rarely looks as happy as he did then! He slept with a smile on his face. Happy to have had all the excitement, but so much happier it was just the three of us being lazy watching movies, eating popcorn! Then he slept all night through! I tell ya, it must be hard to be a puppy and involved in all these surprises!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
New Schedules Aren't Cool
This week started a new semester for me. I am a geology major, so generally I spend alot of time on campus in labs. However, last semester I just had lectures and no labs. I was able to take more classes, but overall spent less time than usual on campus. We got Sammy just before last semester began, so he has not yet had to deal with labs. Luckily I only have one lab this semester! I have one super long day, Monday I have classes for 8 hours straight (well, one half hour break). Sammy is not pleased.
Not only has classes begun this week, but also about a million things have gone wrong. I was on a waitlist for a class, but didn't make it in, making Monday a very stressful morning. I had to go to campus super early and check on my status. Found out I wouldn't be in the class so had to try to get in another class to bring me to fulltime status. Then I had an interview. Erik drove me for this because otherwise the 20 minute task would have been at least an hour and a half. We were back home for an hour before Erik had to leave for work. Then I had to leave a half hour later for my 8 hours of classes, meaning I would be gone for over 9 hours. Everything went peachy at first, parking went smoothly, plenty of space on the first shuttle bus, first class went well, lab went well. Unfortunately I have not been able to afford the lab manual for that lab, but otherwise it went just swimmingly. Then I went to the class I wasn't enrolled in to try to explain to the professor why I'm there but not enrolled, the day of class. He was a-ok, so I went to his secretary who yelled at me, calling me dumb and whatever all, and in front of people. She was not going to let me in the class. Then I went to my last class, a night sociology class. I took soc before, but got in an argument with the professor the first week and dropped it, so my spirits were not high for this. I got there, and found that my original professor decided not to teach the class, and we got a new professor. This meant she was not prepared, no syllabus, everyone needed to return the original book for her book....on and on. By the end, it was ok, just not how you envision your first day. It was 9pm now and freezing. I walked across campus to meet the shuttle back to my car. Got to the pick up only to find that the shuttle doesn't run that late. I don't take night classes, ever, and had taken it for granted I would have a shuttle back to my car. Nope. Called home, Erik had to take the dinner out of the oven to come get me to get my car to go back home and salvage dinner. Oh well, the day is over and I know now.
...Not quite. I get to my car and begin the drive home. We have recently had warmer weather (even above freezing) so we have had the freeze-thaw processes working hard on our streets. There is a hilly bend on our main road, that has not been plowed well and has never had appriote lighting for being in a city. Well, my kia rio hit the giant pothole. Tire down. Luckily it was a block from the turn-in to our parking lot so it was as good as it could be. Got in and found the whole darn thing was slanting and the wheel was obviously messed up, too. Got it parked, it's heat from the friction melted the snow and it sunk right in the remainder of the bluff. It's now almost 10:30. Great day.
Sammy is super happy see us, but he is very worried. I don't know how dogs know these things, but he knows that things aren't right. I ended the day like this: first round at school, fruitless, no chem class; one in over a hundred applicants at my job interview, it's gonna be awhile to hear from them, if I hear from them; 8 hours of classes equalled ten and half hours of adventures; still not a full time student, meaning no scholarship; no books or manuals; broken car; major migraine. Sammy was on my heels. He was tripping over my pants. He was super cuddly to sleep with, which was nice.
Tueday inevitably came. I had class at 10am. Thank goodness Erik had that day off. I drove his car to school while he had awesome times digging my car out and putting the spare on. I got back and we took it to the super busy Jensen. They didn't have the wheel there, so it was gonna be at least 24 hours. At least we got to go home. I had to email my professor about class. Then we had to take down the tree because it wasa the last day to drop it off. I wanted Christmas to last as long as it could, but then everytime we planned to take it, a blizzard or negative twenty plus temperatures came! This was about as much as Sammy could handle. He loved the tree! Not only did the tree go, but all the Christmas decorations had to be put away, and regular stuff (and winter decorations) put out. This meant every room was adjusted. Sammy didn't understand and took to sitting in front of the door closly watching with his head hanging low and puppy eyes out. I think he was trying to keep us inside, or for us to take him if we left. So we took him with us to drop off the tree. After we came back, he was very uplifted. It's crazy, but I think he understood what happened. We came back and he seemed reassured, like this was just normal and part of life. Good. I was feeling guilty about how his routine had been so uprooted! And the routine was completely weather dependant, so not quite our old routine that we loved so much.
Wednesday also had to come. I had 3 classes, spaced out. First at 10. Originally I planned to camp out on campus until the end of my last class at 5:30pm. However, it didn't sound as though I would have a for sure ride home while Erik was at work. So, I have already skipped a class. Erik took me to my 10am class and he and Sammy walked in the park across the street from campus. Then we went home hoping to hear from my professor about my class and my car. Erik had to work at 2 so either I was taking him and going to class then picking him up, or we were gonna be able to get my car back. 1:30 and my car was ready! Talk about a stroke of good luck ...finally! When I got back home, I got in my class! I am a full time student! Yay! Time to go back to campus and go to that class now. Poor Sammy. He saw me grab my keys again. He hates my backpack. He knows that it means I'm leaving. I am beginning to toy with the idea of leaving it in my car. He just gets so sad when I get it. Even if I get it to get a book or notebook out, he starts to worry! I gave him peanut butter, and he wouldn't take it. Oh well, things were gonna get better after this class. Or go to the new routine.
Thursday has now come and gone. I had class at 10am, so we didn't get much playing done before I had to leave. It's the first week, so I need to leave an hour before class to get parked and get the shuttle to campus. I had to allow extra time to get my notes printed out for this class. Tuesdays/Thursdays I have GeoChem, and it's my only class. It is what I have been waiting for! Right now we are discussing origins of the universe and solar system, chemically that is. Then relative to the abundances we have here on Earth. Today we got to work through some nucleosynthesis equations prudent to the big bang, and even one important to our own sun. Anyway, this is the class of all classes I need an A for! I had to get there early to get some stuff printed out, so I could be a super student! It is my only class on Tuesdays/Thursdays so that's an added bonus.
That is was brings me to this conclusion, and this blog. I don't really believe in New Year's Resolutions. I find that making a resolution with one's self is great, and can bring about better people. But why is it that it only seems to be remembered around new years. I'm sure it is a great way to check on yourself monthly, bi-monthly, quarterly, and hopefully yearly. A was to re-begin. There is too much pressure to be this new and improved person for the year. Alot of times people seem to put too much, too fast upon themselves as well. I rather like the idea that we can wake up wanting to be a better person than the day before. Nicer, kinder, more empathetic, more forward thinking, better financially, more loving, healthier....etc. Then sometime down the line, you can see real improvement in yourself. It could be a month or five years, but it happened without too much pressure, probably easier to keep because it was a process that was behind the scenes.
I am going to go against this theory and idea. I am going to have my January 14th resoultion. I need to be better to Sammy. I need to wake earlier and play with him. He needs that time, so he doesn't think get up and my parents leave. He need some attention before I leave. This schedule isn't going to be fun with that, late classes on MWF and early classes TWR, but I can do it! Sammy will be better off and when it gets warmer we can take walks before class and we will both be better.
Now, if only I could explain my revelation to my poor scared, unsure, confused puppy.
Not only has classes begun this week, but also about a million things have gone wrong. I was on a waitlist for a class, but didn't make it in, making Monday a very stressful morning. I had to go to campus super early and check on my status. Found out I wouldn't be in the class so had to try to get in another class to bring me to fulltime status. Then I had an interview. Erik drove me for this because otherwise the 20 minute task would have been at least an hour and a half. We were back home for an hour before Erik had to leave for work. Then I had to leave a half hour later for my 8 hours of classes, meaning I would be gone for over 9 hours. Everything went peachy at first, parking went smoothly, plenty of space on the first shuttle bus, first class went well, lab went well. Unfortunately I have not been able to afford the lab manual for that lab, but otherwise it went just swimmingly. Then I went to the class I wasn't enrolled in to try to explain to the professor why I'm there but not enrolled, the day of class. He was a-ok, so I went to his secretary who yelled at me, calling me dumb and whatever all, and in front of people. She was not going to let me in the class. Then I went to my last class, a night sociology class. I took soc before, but got in an argument with the professor the first week and dropped it, so my spirits were not high for this. I got there, and found that my original professor decided not to teach the class, and we got a new professor. This meant she was not prepared, no syllabus, everyone needed to return the original book for her book....on and on. By the end, it was ok, just not how you envision your first day. It was 9pm now and freezing. I walked across campus to meet the shuttle back to my car. Got to the pick up only to find that the shuttle doesn't run that late. I don't take night classes, ever, and had taken it for granted I would have a shuttle back to my car. Nope. Called home, Erik had to take the dinner out of the oven to come get me to get my car to go back home and salvage dinner. Oh well, the day is over and I know now.
...Not quite. I get to my car and begin the drive home. We have recently had warmer weather (even above freezing) so we have had the freeze-thaw processes working hard on our streets. There is a hilly bend on our main road, that has not been plowed well and has never had appriote lighting for being in a city. Well, my kia rio hit the giant pothole. Tire down. Luckily it was a block from the turn-in to our parking lot so it was as good as it could be. Got in and found the whole darn thing was slanting and the wheel was obviously messed up, too. Got it parked, it's heat from the friction melted the snow and it sunk right in the remainder of the bluff. It's now almost 10:30. Great day.
Sammy is super happy see us, but he is very worried. I don't know how dogs know these things, but he knows that things aren't right. I ended the day like this: first round at school, fruitless, no chem class; one in over a hundred applicants at my job interview, it's gonna be awhile to hear from them, if I hear from them; 8 hours of classes equalled ten and half hours of adventures; still not a full time student, meaning no scholarship; no books or manuals; broken car; major migraine. Sammy was on my heels. He was tripping over my pants. He was super cuddly to sleep with, which was nice.
Tueday inevitably came. I had class at 10am. Thank goodness Erik had that day off. I drove his car to school while he had awesome times digging my car out and putting the spare on. I got back and we took it to the super busy Jensen. They didn't have the wheel there, so it was gonna be at least 24 hours. At least we got to go home. I had to email my professor about class. Then we had to take down the tree because it wasa the last day to drop it off. I wanted Christmas to last as long as it could, but then everytime we planned to take it, a blizzard or negative twenty plus temperatures came! This was about as much as Sammy could handle. He loved the tree! Not only did the tree go, but all the Christmas decorations had to be put away, and regular stuff (and winter decorations) put out. This meant every room was adjusted. Sammy didn't understand and took to sitting in front of the door closly watching with his head hanging low and puppy eyes out. I think he was trying to keep us inside, or for us to take him if we left. So we took him with us to drop off the tree. After we came back, he was very uplifted. It's crazy, but I think he understood what happened. We came back and he seemed reassured, like this was just normal and part of life. Good. I was feeling guilty about how his routine had been so uprooted! And the routine was completely weather dependant, so not quite our old routine that we loved so much.
Wednesday also had to come. I had 3 classes, spaced out. First at 10. Originally I planned to camp out on campus until the end of my last class at 5:30pm. However, it didn't sound as though I would have a for sure ride home while Erik was at work. So, I have already skipped a class. Erik took me to my 10am class and he and Sammy walked in the park across the street from campus. Then we went home hoping to hear from my professor about my class and my car. Erik had to work at 2 so either I was taking him and going to class then picking him up, or we were gonna be able to get my car back. 1:30 and my car was ready! Talk about a stroke of good luck ...finally! When I got back home, I got in my class! I am a full time student! Yay! Time to go back to campus and go to that class now. Poor Sammy. He saw me grab my keys again. He hates my backpack. He knows that it means I'm leaving. I am beginning to toy with the idea of leaving it in my car. He just gets so sad when I get it. Even if I get it to get a book or notebook out, he starts to worry! I gave him peanut butter, and he wouldn't take it. Oh well, things were gonna get better after this class. Or go to the new routine.
Thursday has now come and gone. I had class at 10am, so we didn't get much playing done before I had to leave. It's the first week, so I need to leave an hour before class to get parked and get the shuttle to campus. I had to allow extra time to get my notes printed out for this class. Tuesdays/Thursdays I have GeoChem, and it's my only class. It is what I have been waiting for! Right now we are discussing origins of the universe and solar system, chemically that is. Then relative to the abundances we have here on Earth. Today we got to work through some nucleosynthesis equations prudent to the big bang, and even one important to our own sun. Anyway, this is the class of all classes I need an A for! I had to get there early to get some stuff printed out, so I could be a super student! It is my only class on Tuesdays/Thursdays so that's an added bonus.
That is was brings me to this conclusion, and this blog. I don't really believe in New Year's Resolutions. I find that making a resolution with one's self is great, and can bring about better people. But why is it that it only seems to be remembered around new years. I'm sure it is a great way to check on yourself monthly, bi-monthly, quarterly, and hopefully yearly. A was to re-begin. There is too much pressure to be this new and improved person for the year. Alot of times people seem to put too much, too fast upon themselves as well. I rather like the idea that we can wake up wanting to be a better person than the day before. Nicer, kinder, more empathetic, more forward thinking, better financially, more loving, healthier....etc. Then sometime down the line, you can see real improvement in yourself. It could be a month or five years, but it happened without too much pressure, probably easier to keep because it was a process that was behind the scenes.
I am going to go against this theory and idea. I am going to have my January 14th resoultion. I need to be better to Sammy. I need to wake earlier and play with him. He needs that time, so he doesn't think get up and my parents leave. He need some attention before I leave. This schedule isn't going to be fun with that, late classes on MWF and early classes TWR, but I can do it! Sammy will be better off and when it gets warmer we can take walks before class and we will both be better.
Now, if only I could explain my revelation to my poor scared, unsure, confused puppy.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
BBBRRRRR
Here in Omaha we are freezing! We are, yet again, in a winter storm warning and wind chill warning. Tomorrow, the high is to be -3 with a low in the -20's. It is beyond freezing here. My car doesn't like to be on, and I can't blame it. The police is warning people to not get on roads, especially interstates because all the black ice and that it's too cold for the salt to react with the ice. Sammy, however, can't get enough.
Sammy loves it outside! I can't believe it. He sits by the door and wants to go out all day long! Once he is out there, he just wants to play and bounce around and stick his head in the snow. I feel as though the winds are pulling the skin off my face. It doesn't help that our apartment is on the North side of the building so not only do we get no sun over here, but we get the awesome North wind everytime we open the door! My current theory is the snow is so high that Sammy is shielded by it and can't feel the blistery wind!
I just don't get it. After Sammy does his business he jumps and bounces and then I will say, "Good boy Sammy! Lets go in and get a treat!" and I see his huge smile drop and ears fall down. He is so disappointed everytime. Then he comes in and sits at the window and assumes the position. I feel bad, I can't keep up with Mr. Invincible. Even with long underwear, jeans, sweatshirts, coats, hats, gloves and scarves, I just can't handle the cold!
Just thought I would share my utter amazement with Sammy's ability to weather the weather! (haha) I should say enjoy all weathers. I don't know if it's a corgi thing, or a Sammy thing, but I am impressed!
Stay warm everyone!
Sammy loves it outside! I can't believe it. He sits by the door and wants to go out all day long! Once he is out there, he just wants to play and bounce around and stick his head in the snow. I feel as though the winds are pulling the skin off my face. It doesn't help that our apartment is on the North side of the building so not only do we get no sun over here, but we get the awesome North wind everytime we open the door! My current theory is the snow is so high that Sammy is shielded by it and can't feel the blistery wind!
I just don't get it. After Sammy does his business he jumps and bounces and then I will say, "Good boy Sammy! Lets go in and get a treat!" and I see his huge smile drop and ears fall down. He is so disappointed everytime. Then he comes in and sits at the window and assumes the position. I feel bad, I can't keep up with Mr. Invincible. Even with long underwear, jeans, sweatshirts, coats, hats, gloves and scarves, I just can't handle the cold!
Just thought I would share my utter amazement with Sammy's ability to weather the weather! (haha) I should say enjoy all weathers. I don't know if it's a corgi thing, or a Sammy thing, but I am impressed!
Stay warm everyone!
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