Category Archive : Sammy Stories

There was another weekend we had to both be away, and we weren’t sure what to do. M had offered some help when we got Sammy, but we did not want to impose, or make it a habit. It was too soon for us to leave him with unknown people, so M graciously agreed to…

It is autumn here and our backyard is filled with leaves. Sir Poops-a-lot was doing his thing, happy as a clam. (Why do we say clams are happy? How do we know?) In any case, he was not in spook-mode. After he did his business, he did the next doggie-thing, which is utterly useless, and…