Samson is definitely the offspring of the energizer bunny!! And we've all had our different reactions to all this energy: I'm OK, but not until I've had my breakfast and don't you dare bother me while I fix my lunch (I blame my total loss of patience before these meals on my diabetes....I may have always been like this, but I can't remember before diabetes). All in all, my three old dogs are far more patient with the puppy than I am. It's wonderful to watch how they control their feelings even when they are thoroughly fed up with him.
Ditto for Angel:
Soldier, who is nine, going on 10 years old, took on the brunt of the babysitting duties. The two boys played for hours on end, with Soldier teaching Samson the various dog fighting tricks he knows: like grab the side of the neck and hang on. I'm sure that's how it's done in nature; how wolves and coyotes train their young. It's interesting to observe and to realize that this play is not just for fun, there are lessons to be learned here. After Samson goes back to LA, Soldier sleeps for two days, so it's a bit hard on him.
After all the playing, chewing, and digging it's time to get clean, so I bring the brushes out and try to clean this puppy up. Believe me, not an easy task! I brushed...he chewed my hand...I brushed some more...he chewed the brush...he twisted himself into a pretzel...he made choking sounds, anything to get out of it. When we got to his tail, he got mad for the first time, but I didn't give up and when we were done, he was pretty much untangled and looked good and clean. So clean I guess he thought he could go to sleep on my best couch!
Not so fast... he soons gets moved to the doggie love seat, where he strikes a pretty pose. Petra: You may be right -- I told him about all the snow in Stockholm so he may be dreaming of coming to see you. "Maybe if I try to look really cute with my tounge hanging out a bit, she will let me come."