First I want to let MY readers know that I was sick in March and April. Now I'm a frisky, healthy young pup again. Sorry if you got worried, but you see, mommy was doing that challenge stuff, A to Z, in April and I had to wait to tell you all about my woes.
Anyway, after two happy weeks, I got put in the car again and off we went back to
the scary place full of those smiling humans with big needles in their hands.
When mommy signed me in here, I overheard that I was supposed to be fixed! Fixed? I thought I was fixed last time I was here. I've been feeling pretty good ever since. Then mommy said something inside me had grown too large and now they were going to fix me. But they would come for me in the morning. She said, "don't be scared, Samson, it will
be over before you know it." Then mommy and daddy left me again. AGAIN! And I felt like howling and peeing and throwing up all at once. That's what happens when you leave me there, you uncaring, you.........
Then they came smiling, good Samsoning me, but even though I was wise to their tricks it did me no good and to sleep I went. I dreamed, once again, I was a puppy and loving on my Angel, kissing her ears, telling her how good she was to me. Oh, how I wish she could be here with me. I know she'd growl at all these smiling people and chase them away.
I had some other puppy dreams too that reminded me of how much I like to dig in the dirt. Just you wait until I get home, I'll get my digging revenge for sure. I'll just drag dirt all over your silly old carpets.
But most of all, I dreamed of being home, playing steal the
sock with Angel. I'm getting pretty good at stealing it from her.
Instead, I wake up in this contraption. The smiling face said it was so I wouldn't chew on my legs. My legs?! They got fixed too? "Dew claws," they said, "were too big, had to come out." OUCH! That hurt! Why do you want to hurt me, mommy? OUCH!
I got something called PAIN PILLS, and they were fun. Made the pain go away and me feel pretty happy! And then I got my revenge: I discovered I could run into mommy's legs full speed ahead with this contraption on and she'd scream in pain. Especially when she didn't have her jeans on. Boy, that was a lot of fun!
Eating was a whole lot less fun! How do they expect a dog to eat and drink with this contraption on? Well, smart Samoyed that I am, I figured it out, but it wasn't easy. Oh, and when I had thrown up blood before, like I told you yesterday, I had some problem with my pancreas, which made all TREATS a NO NO. Dog biscuits were OK, but no human food treats. So even though they felt sorry for me, I got NOTHING for it.
After two weeks, the stitches came out, the contraption came off, and I was back to normal again, playing steal the sock with Angel. Here I am celebrating my victory over illness and surgeries with a stolen sock and a big Samoyed smile.
Have a nice day everyone!
Posted by Samson, the Samoyed Pup.
hurray for good times, once again!ReplyDelete
Samson, I'm so glad you're feeling better! All of your readers have been worried about you. "Steal the sock" looks like a great game!ReplyDelete
hurray for happy endings, so glad you are home and doing well and the dreaded cone is a thing of the past. i must say you look great in that cone, even though it felt bad. we had to take Baby's cone off, she refused to eat or drink with it on, so you are really smart to learn to eat/drink with it on. happy homecoming and enjoy your siblingsReplyDelete
Too cute Samson, glad you're feeling better.ReplyDelete
Yeyyyy...I love happy endings :-)ReplyDelete
You're so cute Samson - happy to hear that you're feeling better. Have a lovely weekend!
Dear Samson, . . . you are a dog after my own heart. You forgive and forget. You do what needs to be done--like learn how to eat with that contraption on--and you enjoy your family and entertain them.ReplyDelete
You are a dear.
Samson, I'm so relieved. I was worried about you, you great pup.ReplyDelete
Oh Samson, you poor thing. Even Charlie and Mabel the cats want me to send you wet furry licks. I'm so glad you're feeling better. Keep pinching those socks!ReplyDelete
I'm so glad that I can stop worrying about you, sweet Samson. Those cones are awful. Our other Aussie had to wear one. He loved running into my legs, too. That was never fun - for either of us!ReplyDelete
Dear Samson, I feel your pain! I just finished reading part one and part two and I feel horrible that my Samson had to go through such agony. I know what you mean.. It was last year that I had my surgery and the scary men had a real hard time getting me to go to sleep so they had to do the surgery the next day. They said I was not cooperating. Whatever that means. Mom says to tell you that you were adorable as a pup!! I think you still are and you are my Samson 4 ever! Lots of love & glad you are doing better, your gracie.ReplyDelete
Oh, Samson, the pain pills. I know how you felt, when I broke my leg I had them too. No collar, tho... ;)ReplyDelete
Va bra att Samson är ok nu, fina bilder av hans vardag....våra vovvar är ok och jag skall försöka lägga spår åt Vilja och Trym i helgen. Det blåser som 17 och är rätt kall +6 baraReplyDelete
So glad all is well again dear Samson.ReplyDelete
Hi Samson - that was some saga you had - and then the unfairness of them peoples not letting you tell us - just because she was trying to remember her ABCs .. teach her to leave Sweden!!ReplyDelete
Glad he's better Inger .. and I hope you have a peaceful summer .. cheers and Happy Mother's Day for one and all - Hilary
Phew, that was a tough go Samson and I am so glad you are fine and frisky again.ReplyDelete
Glad to know that you survived your misadventures with the smily people who have big needles. No more ouches for you. Hopefully.ReplyDelete
I hope your world continues to be good, for you and the rest of the family.
Blessings an Bear hug!
oh man, I laughed, I cried! It was wonderful! Reminds me of my Keeko...I will get my digging revenge on you!ReplyDelete
Glad Samson is better. The picture of him eating while wearing the cone of shame made me laugh out loud.ReplyDelete