Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Samson and the Trespasser


Samson Says:

The other day, when mommy and me were out walking on our own land, minding our own business, here she comes.


Raggedy woman, I seen her before cause she's a trespasser. I seen her climb our fences even. But since I was behind a fence myself, I couldn't do anything about it, except bark. 


Now, here she comes, like she owns the place, down this hillside, marches up to mommy and me, and says hello! I hope mommy will tell her off, and she does: "Do you know this is private property?" mommy asks, but nicely. This gets the raggedy woman started, she screams, waves her arms in the air, turns around, and stomps off across the field.


Mommy mutters, "meth," between her teeth. I don't know what that is, but it can't be good. Then, much to my surprise, mommy goes, "come back here, I want to talk to you." 


So the raggedy trespassing woman turns around and yells, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I have so many problems, my car is in Texas getting a new......" something. She's really loud, she stinks something terrible, her teeth are all black, and bad, bad vibes come out of her. So when she comes real close to mommy and me by the gate you see above, I decide to take matters into my own paws. 



I lunge forward, pulling mommy with me, while I let out a horrible growling sound. I don't know how I make that sound and I almost scare myself, but I must stay focused. So I'm lunging and pulling and growling something fierce. Mommy says, "that's enough, Samson." Then she warns the raggedy woman, "he's very protective of me, so don't come any closer."  The raggedy woman says, "Oh, I'm not afraid of German shepherds, I used to have one myself." 

 
That's when I know our Angel, my second mommy, the dog who raised me, is standing by the Rainbow Bridge, smiling. So proud of me, taking care of our mommy now that she no longer can be here to protect her. 

Angel

After that, mommy talks to the raggedy woman, tells her what she can and cannot do on our land. Tells her which road belongs to the neighbor and which one is public. Tells her to watch out for mama bear and the cub, heh, heh. Good for mommy! 

As for me, I'm all puffed up and proud to be mistaken for a German shepherd dog!  

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P.S. I mentioned Puddles in the last post. Puddles is a Doxie, which is a Dachshund, and she's one sassy dog with a big heart. Puddles is absolutely hilarious; she's the funniest dog in Bloggyland. Or I think she lives in Blogville, wherever that is. Puddles has blue toenails and drinks beer! Need I say more? If you check her out  here  you won't regret it, I promise.

Have a nice day everyone!

Oophs, Mommy! I'm not Pink Floyd, what are you trying to do to me?


Posted by Samson, the Samoyed Dog

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Me:  My new email is: sweed40ij@gmail.com 

I may not be able to answer any emails sent to my aol address. It worked for a while, then the trouble started again. 









15 comments:

  1. oh, inger. so glad you have samson there to protect you and act like a gsd when needed! i detest trespassers - and worse when there are drugs involved. i hope she will steer clear of your place!

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  3. A scary encounter -- good for Samson! And a smart move to mention the bears. Meth heads don't make great neighbors.

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  4. I am glad you had your big sweet boy there to bark and protect.. hope his head doesn't get to big thinking he is a German Shepherd.. BOL. she does sound like a meth head and that is sad. be really careful and keep the big guy close... very scary visitor. i picked up the new email and will add it.

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  5. Good Samson, good boy. And good that Angel was with you too. :)

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  6. Wow! What a story! Too bad you didn't get a picture of Raggedy woman... But that's okay. I have a picture in my head. Oh my!
    Oh Samson, you are so funny.... oh... and Gracie needs to say something to you...

    Gracie here. Samson, of course I want to be the Bonnie to your Clyde! And when we're off on our adventures can we bring Puddles along for the ride? You are right, Puddles is a hoot and she has taught me a lot about life. Now if I can just get mom to paint my toenails blue.

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  7. It's a good thing you had Samson with you. I don't know what that meth head might have done otherwise, but I'm glad you didn't have to find out.

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  8. Samson is the best bodyguard you can have, and such a handsome one too!

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  9. Oh lawd hows mercy, we all has problems but it don't make it right to tresspass. Kudos to your mom fur standin; up to da woman. And Samson, I knows without a doubt Angel is proud of you.
    Hehehehe...thanks fur da nice words bouts me. But if you is gonna dye your furs I would go fur blue.

    Puddles

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  10. Samson has such a lovely face that I'm surprised he managed to growl at all... but I'm glad he did. Keep safe.

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  11. Samson, You are so brave and good, taking care of Mommy. I'm glad you have an angel watching over you.

    Love,
    Janie

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  12. Hi Samson .. poor woman - really gone to the dogs .. not probably the best thought here with Samson around ..

    But I'm glad Samson is able to show his muscle ...

    PS I emailed to check in ..

    Look after yourself .. Hilary

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