Samson Says: to himself...Oophs, here they come, I hope they won't notice. I'm running outside......
Mommy: Oh, no! Honey, your avocados are on the living room floor. I have to have a talk with Samson. He's not a puppy, he should know better.
Samson! Come in here this minute!
Mommy: What's this on the floor?
Samson: Don't know.
Mommy: Yes, you do know.
Samson: Do not.
Mommy: These were on the kitchen counter, how did they get here?
Samson: Fell off, maybe?
Mommy: Samson, you're a BAD dog! Who brought the avocados in here?
Mommy: Don't blame Gracie 2, you know she has no teeth. And what's that I see?
Samson: Teeth marks?
Mommy: That's right and whose teeth might that be?
Samson: Soldier's!
Mommy: OK, this is it. You know Soldier was in the bedroom with the door closed. So those are yours, aren't they? You got bored, went in the kitchen, jumped on the counter and dragged the avocado bag all the way in here. Right? You are a BAD dog!
Samson: Sorry mommy. They looked just like my tennis balls.
Mommy: A likely story. I forgive you, but you must stop acting like a puppy now that you're grown up, OK.
Samson: OK. to himself...a dog can never have any fun around here. Initiative like mine should be encouraged, don't you think?
Thanks for visiting, have a nice day everyone!
Posted by Samson, the Samoyed Pup.
