We loved Sammy, but obviously not enough to keep him around. He tracked in mud, drooled on the floor, whined constantly, wasnt a guard dog, wouldnt set foot in the doghouse we bought him, he smelled like a dog, he was expensive, and he pooped in the yard. But there were good things about him; Lilly loved to throw bananas to him from her highchair, he had those puppy dog eyes, he obeyed most of the time, he ate our leftovers, he looked really cute when he was sleeping in his bed, his dad loved him, sometimes he would sleep face down, the clicking noise of his nails on the laminate floor, saying "Sammy, Dad's home!" got him really excited, and he entertained Lilly. Now I am starting to miss him. Sammy went to a new home with 4 little kids. He gets to sleep on the couch and has a huge backyard to run around in. I hear he is having the time of his life. We are glad he is in a good home.
In the end, the bad outwighed the good, my mental health was failing, and Sammy had to go. We will miss you Sammy! Well sometimes.
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Keep that cage for when Lilly is two. You're going to need it.
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