Happy Belated Sam!

I missed a birthday last week. The Brindle and I hope Sam had an awesome day. Here's his birthday tribute from his "mom"

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Sammy, as he was originally known and I got to know each other when he was 6 months old.  He was a scrawny little thing with dysentery and totally uncontrollable.  It took a couple of months to clear up his stomach issues and then he grew.  As he grew, we managed to get control of him part of the time.  He went to obedience classes and calmed down a lot.

By the time he was 3 years of age I knew he had a real problem: OCD!  After a lot of research, he was prescribed generic prozac and is still on it.  Whenever he gets stressed, he chases his tail.  He used to do it all of the time without warning, change direction and during the change, would rip and tear anything nearby!  After meds, a different dog. He still does it occasionally, but not often.


Always ready to play chase or just plain dodge the white beast.

 A favorite occupation.

 More rest.

This gentleman now known as Sam is still quite the guy.  His birthday is Feb. 1 and he will be 12.  Today, while watching out the window, he spotted a couple of gray squirrels under on of the bird feeders.  He almost flew through the dog door and across the deck after them.  He chased them and dove into a pile of snow about 4 feet deep after them.  They managed to escape, but not by much.  He may be sporting an almost white muzzle, but he has a young heart and lots of spirit.