May 25, 2011 at 7:25 pm (Thunk About It)

Hard to talk about my hairry babies. Samson has to be the best dog on earth. Loyal, protective fierce but his sole mission in life is to be by his families side, mostly my wife’s and put his head on her lap. Herein lies the problem, he is supposed to be MY dog. I can only attribute his Benedictine tendencies to my rather hectic travel schedule. I suppose he thinks I am abandoning him once a week for a few days. However, I have heard of dogs who travel miles and miles to be with their owners. He simply waits until I leave then takes my side of the bed.
All derelict affronts aside he is still the best dog in the world.



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