What's another perk of going home for a day or two? Getting to see my baby, my puppy. Well I guess he's a year old now, so is he still considered a puppy? He still thinks that he is a puppy, if that counts for anything. He also thinks he only weighs 30 pounds, not the 90+ pounds that he actually does.
When I go home though, I try to take pictures of him all the time. I feel like after a while he gets tired of pictures, as you can tell by this picture. He's rolling his eyes at me, almost saying "Another picture???" Yes Samson, another one.
So that's when I do a sneak attack when he's sleeping.
Or someone else gets a sneak attack of both of us sleeping. And I just want to let you all know that this picture started out with us cuddling, until he pushed me away from him.
And of course, a mooching picture. It doesn't matter what it is that we have, he wants it. One time I was eating some BBQ chicken and I got up from the table to chase Samson because he stole my phone and was running around with it in his mouth. As I was running after him, he put down my phone and ran over to the table and grabbed my piece of chicken and literally ate it in 8 seconds. He swallowed it WHOLE, bones and all. Yep that's my dog. I don't even think dogs are supposed to have chicken.
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