Sammy

My name is Sam. I am almost a year old. My pet parents drove a really long way to find me and I think I cost a lot of money. I love playing with my toys. I have a box bigger than me, all full of fun things to chew on. When my toys are put away I also like to chew on the wood steps and the carpet. I don't think my pet parents like that much. I always end up in my house and they yell "blah, blah, blah!" really loud at me.
I am really big. I weigh a whole 4 pounds. That is a pound and a half less than Kobe, but he's fat. I go to school with other big dogs. I am the smartest dog in the class. I can sniff and lag and bark better than any other dog. I growled at my teacher, Scotty, the other day just to show him how tough I was. I didn't get to stay and play though, my pet parents rushed me out of there right after that. Instead we came home and I had to practice sitting all day. It was so tuff, but I am so smart. I did it whenever I wanted. I still can't figure out why my Mommy keeps yanking that darn chain around my neck all the time.
I love to fight with Kobe. When he's not looking I run up from behind and bite his ankles. He turns and pounces on me. We wrestle for hours. He gets tired real fast and ends up resting often. That's okay though cause while he sits I run around the table as fast as I can in many, many circles. I am so good that sometimes my pet parents try to catch me and I always get away. I love doing this at bedtime and this doesn't seem to make my Mommy very happy. I have to go it's time to eat. Paws and licks - Sam