OK, so she's finally gonna let me blog. After all I've been through you'd think I'd be a PRIORITY, but after patiently waiting for the A to Z nonsense to be over with, I have to wait for sunsets, poppies, and Sunday morning reflections. I could do some reflecting of my own about how important that makes me........
This is what happened: I was feeling really bad, but both mommy and daddy were sick too, so it took a while for them to notice. They thought I was just being CONSIDERATE, being quiet, but I was really feeling bad. Then one day, I went all over the carpet and then I threw up BLOOD. Boy, that blood lit a fire under daddy and he rushed me here
and left me! Left me!! I was getting really scared. Then they put me in a CAGE! And then they poked me, and put me in front of machines that took pictures of me, and, finally, they decided what was wrong with me. This made them happy and, smiling, they approached me with a big needle! Before I knew what happened, they shaved fur off my leg and stuck the needle in. They kept smiling and said they had to pump fluids into me, so be a good doggie, Samson. I would have none of it! I ripped it out THREE times and they were getting pretty fed up with me and stopped smiling. I hoped this would result in me getting to go home. No way, instead they poked more needles into me somewhere I couldn't reach. They said I had to get fluids in me to make me well.
I got so tired of all the fuss, I went to sleep and dreamed of when I was little and made a big mess:
First I played in the water,
then I dug in the mud....an excellent way to make a big old mess!
Then I dreamed I walked with daddy, Angel, and Soldier and wondered would daddy ever come back for me
so I could come home and play with my Gracie 2 and read my other Gracie's Diary on mommy's blog.
After another day in the CAGE, daddy finally came and picked me up. I was one HAPPY dog, but my happiness was not meant to last long.
To be continued.......
Have a nice day, everyone!
Posted by Samson, the Samoyed Pup
Oh that darling Samson! I love hearing (and seeing) about his adventures.
ReplyDeleteHi Inger, glad I'm not the only one who has pets posting on their blogs. I wrote about my beloved cat (of 16 years), when he posted as Slick, roving cat reporter.
ReplyDeleteHere's the URL:
http://dghudson.blogspot.ca/2011/04/street-cat-tale.html
I liked this story about Samson and thanks for including the pix. I'll be back to find out what happens next. . .
Poor Samson. He sounds so sad and lonely! I loved the pictures of him as a little guy.
ReplyDelete....not so patiently waiting for the next post!
i hate stories like that!
ReplyDeleteOh, oh! I hope the worst isn't coming!
ReplyDeleteOh, Samson, you have to be well.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
So sorry to hear about the three of you all being sick!! What was wrong with Samson...throwing up blood??? Poor dear hope he is better soonest.xoxox
ReplyDeleteSamson, you have more writing talent than any dog I've ever read! I can see from your adorable puppy pictures that you were destined to become such a handsome fellow!! I'm looking forward to reading the rest of your story.
ReplyDeletePoor Samson...hope there's nothing worse to come...
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your day my friend!
Eva
Poor Samson. What a cute puppy he was, but then again all puppies are cute :)
ReplyDeleteOh, Samson, I have a few fur friends that acted just like you in the hospital... And it sounds like it impressed the ones working with you, just about as much as the ones working with my kitties...
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Oh Samson! I bet all this was terrifying for you! You know your Mommy and Daddy love you and I hope it all turns out fine!
ReplyDeleteLove that mud shot, Inger! How cute is that!
Dear Samson, . . . I so want to hear the rest of this story. You must have been scared at the vet's and felt so alone and lost.
ReplyDeleteI so hope that your telling this story means you are okay now. Please let us know soon.
Peace.
Oh no! Sorry to hear Samson has been sick!
ReplyDeleteYo, Samson! Sorry to hear all the tough experiences. Abandoned. Caged. Poked. Other dogs have told me how tough it is to live with Humans. You've got my condolences.
ReplyDeleteNow, time to suck it up and be the big dog that you are.
Unless, of course, there is surgery coming. That is always BAD news. Snip, snip and you're . . . well, let's forget about that. OK?
Blessings and Bear hugs, eh, big guy!
Nooooo! Oh Samson, Dexterdog and I hope you feel better real soon!!!You didnt happen to chew on something you werent suppose to, did you? Like a glove, sock, rock, etc.?
ReplyDeleteand we understand about the not wanting to be in a cage - when Eleroy our corgi mix was still alive, he would make such a fuss when he had to stay for surgery (he liked to bite porkypines...not a good thing) they would call us to come and get him right away as he would upset the other dogs...he was such a dramatic dog for sure!
So get better soon, Samson!!!
Oh what a beautiful dog. It must have been so hard for him to be sick. Vet clinics are no fun.
ReplyDeleteAww Samson, I am so sorry you have been sick. How terrifying that had to have been for you. I hope since your are posting that you are all better now.
ReplyDeleteYou really were an adorable pup but you sure do show dirt:))
Looking forward to a positive post coming up.
Oh, No! We have to wait for the rest of the story!
ReplyDeletesorry, i read part two first, so i know this story has a happy ending. you are a good dog, and a beautiful pup. and i love your baby pics
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