Training Camp

Sam just keeps getting bigger and bigger. Mot took her to the vet for her rabies shot, and she weighed in at just over 35 pounds. Doc says we're going to have an 80 lb lab.

Swweeettt!!!!

I have to admit fully, that her puppy-ness has been testing the boundaries of my patience.

Really, really testing.

"Oh my gawd, why did we buy you" testing.

"Mot, if you don't get this beast away from me, I'm going to lose it" testing.

"For the love of.............."

You get the point.

That being said, she's brilliant. She's cute. And she's awesome.

Yeah, she has me wrapped around her little white toe.

As I type this, she's pushing a rawhide bone (full of peanut butter) around the room with her nose. Because it's too big to pick up? Nope. Because the floor is slick? Nope.

She's doing it because it makes noise.

If it can be slammed, banged, crashed, or smashed.....she'll do it. And she's smiling the whole time.

I go to the basement to do a load of laundry, and I no more than get to the bottom step when WWIII has begun in my living room just above.

Any more, I just finish what I'm doing, then go up to assess the damage.

She's actually quite good...even now that the serious chewing has started. We have enough toys for her to gnaw on, that most of our own personal possessions have been spared.

So far.

(sigh)

She's a retriever to the T. She's fetched since the day we brought her home. Mot is now throwing multiple dummies at one time.....she brings one back then goes for the other. The only problem is how deep this d*mn snow it. We've broken.....oh no, we've obliterated records for the length of time people have not seen their driveways, sidewalks, and lawns. I know for a fact we put steps on our deck....but I'm forgetting what they look like. It's been since the beginning of Dec that I've last seen them.

But anyway.....Sam knows nothing but snow....so she's quite the snow bunny. :-)

Last week, on the 7th to be exact, Mot was again outside with Sam. Nothing out of the ordinary was going on. She watches the throw....and tears after it when Mot tells her it's OK to go. (another thing she's done since the beginning) But this day....the two of them were so darned cute together. The way she would snuggle up against him while he was throwing. The way he would sit there with his hand on her back...even though she stays without us doing that.


















I'm not the only human in the house wrapped around that little white toe of hers. :-)