Samson Gets In Trouble

Thanks to all of you who commented on my 'Feelin' Good" post. It's wonderful to feel so much better all at once. I'm so glad I have my thrift store shopping in common with so many of you guys. It is the most fun shopping, I think. And, yes, I'm blessed to always have had that appreciation for the things in life that don't cost a whole lot. Nature, animals, walking, and thrift shops are among them. Feeling healthy is great too.

I wrote this post a while ago, but then Samson has been so good, I never posted it. This morning, however, as I was mopping my kitchen floor, I looked out the door and saw that he was busy digging a huge hole in the wet dirt and leaving a pile of it in front of the door. The door that all three dogs have to enter to come back in the house. So I stopped mopping, let them in, and went in here to send an email. Then I smelled something, and yes, he had done it in the living room! So I will have to fix the outside, sweep all that new dirt off the floor, and finish mopping before I have some time to read your blogs, something I have missed. And, yes, I know that Samson needs a lot of exercise that he isn't getting right now. My husband and I will work on me walking Samson when he gets here at Christmas. Samson needs a lot of work that I haven't been able to do, but I will now that I feel stronger.

Fannie Flagg wrote Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe, her most famous book that was made into a movie. My favorite: Standing in the Rainbow, is a hilarious account of Norman Rockwell's time, with a huge dose of crazy, zany, nutty folks thrown in the mix. If you ever feel down, this one will make you feel better, guaranteed.

Samson Says:

Let me tell you about all the trouble I've been in lately.

One day when Daddy was here, they left us alone for a long, long time and I got sooo bored that after I chewed on my bone and my toys, I went for the bottom of the bookcase. I pulled out some books and started chewing. When Mommy and Daddy came home they found all these books chewed on: 

Mommy was upset because I chewed on her Mr. Jelly Roll book. What kind of name is that, I ask you. But Mommy said he was a famous musician way, way back in the day when jazz was born in New Orleans. OK, so I learned something, but what good it will do me, I don't know. Then Daddy said: "Bad, bad boy, you chewed on my Sailing book that I love so much!" Oh, boy, was I in trouble! But Daddy just said: "Well, you ate some books and I hope you learned something." Then they let me outside -- that was my only punishment. I must say, they're pretty good as far as punishments go.

Then one day, I heard Mommy yell: "You bad, bad boy, you really scared me! I thought this was a skunk that had gotten in the house!" Well, I had to laugh, that's just the inside of this loveseat that I've been busy tearing apart!

I knew she'd given up on it, so I didn't think it was a big deal. Before I came to live here, it already belonged to the dogs so, naturally, I thought I could tear it up and eat some of it. But Mommy told me it was just for us dogs to sit on and look out the window or to take a nap on, not to destroy. Sorry Mommy! It's just that my teeth itch because I'm still a young dog. I know I got my bones and toys, but sometimes I just have to find something new to chew on.

Then she caught me in the bed all dirty from the digging I had just done outside. She wasn't too mad, she just told me to get down from there. And that I did, because I'm basically a very good and obedient dog. 

But one day the bathroom door was open and I went inside. Then the door closed and I couldn't get out. I barked and barked, but Mommy didn't hear me.  Then I found something interesting on the floor that I immediately attacked! 

Turns out it was Mommy's cell phone. Well, I ask you, how was I to know? If it was so important, why was it on the floor? I tend to think that anything on the floor is mine to chew on. This is how it looked after I was done with it. I didn't think it looked too bad, but Mommy was upset because she said I broke it and no one could call her any more. And all the phone numbers of a gazillion people were lost forever. 

Mommy was so upset that when she let me outside I felt I better roll over to show her how very sorry I was. But I want to let you in on a little secret: Mommy hated that phone and she's wanted a new one, like forever. So when Daddy came with the car, they went to the store. Turns out she was eligible for something called an upgrade. So now she has a brand new phone that she got for FREE! It even has a camera in it so she can take my picture any time. See -- I really did her a favor. Now about all those lost phone numbers………

Have a great day everyone!

Posted by Samson the Samoyed Pup.