Thursday, February 05, 2009
The Streets Are Paved With Bacon
Sam and his fifty pound minion, Maggie
Sammism #1: Howling at the sound of sirens (he will still practicing this the other night, so no matter how little energy he had, he could still muster up enough to howl at sirens).
Sammism #2: Sitting on everyone's lap (Sam knew no strangers. I really admired that about him. He was the most social creature I had ever met).
Sammism #3: Being bossy (let's just say... Sam typically got what Sam wanted)
Sammism #4: Sunbathing (Sam was known to sleep for hours out in the hot summer sun, belly up)
Sammism #5: Getting the squeakers out (even until he started getting really sick, Sam was ferocious and did NOT put up with squeaking toys. He could tear the squeaker out of a toy in 30 seconds flat - no joke)
Sammism #6: Out-smarting us (I mean, he was a Jack Russel after all, of COURSE he can out-smart several humans at a time)
Sammism #7: Out-smarting his Kong (somehow Sam learned that if he licked all the gooey stuff out of his Kong, he could put it on a hard surface, spin it, and use centrifugal force to get all the hard treats to come flying out)
Sammism #8: Two things Sam hated, squeakers and being cold (Sam would wrap himself up like a mummy in his blankets until he nearly died of heat exhaustion, he especially like fur blankets)
Sammism #9: He liked music (sometimes I would play the piano or put on opera music and Sam would lay there completely mesmerized)
Sammism #10: He was sweet (every time I was going through something, he curl up in a ball and snuggle with me)
Good night, Sam. Eat lots of bacon. I'll see you later.