Saturday was my Sammy baby's first birthday. Before having Sammy come into our lives, Pork Chop and I used to laugh at obsessed dog owners. That all changed one Sunday in early August 2008. I was at work when Pork Chop called me to tell me he found the perfect puppy for us. I was skeptical because I'm terrified of dogs and because I didn't think Pork Chop was up to the responsibility of caring for a little beings. A few hours later, I was sitting on the floor and going through the paperwork required to buy a dog when Pork Chop brought Samson over to me. Poor little guy was suffering from kennel cough and was really exhausted from all the manhandling he'd gone through that day. At 11 weeks old, he still needed a lot of rest. Pork Chop put him on the floor and Sammy came over to me, looked up at me and (I swear), sighed and put his head on my thigh where he proceeded to fall asleep promptly. I took one look at that adorable face, felt his tiny little body quiver in his sleep and fell in love. In that instant, I felt like the Grinch when his heart grows too big. I knew I'd be taking Samson (soon to be known as Sammy baby to me) home and that I'd be wrapped around his little finger.
I run home everyday with excitement to spend time with Sammy. I can't go to the store without thinking about what toys or treats to buy him. He's my favorite companion on a Friday night when Pork Chop is out with friends. I'll stop at McDonald's for chicken nuggets and French fries for Sammy to eat contentedly while we lay in bed together. He'll gnaw on a treat while I read. We're perfect buddies together and during moments like that, I can't imagine a better way to spend my alone time.
My parents took to Sammy immediately. He's adorable and he's got a lot of admirers, but my mom loves him almost as much as I do. When we visit my parents, I leave him with my parents to babysit (not dog sit, because they really do baby him) while I hang out with friends or run errands in NJ. My dad takes him for walks while my mom prepares Sammy's favorite meals and scrounges around for new toys for Sammy. My mom's doting on Sammy makes me love her more. Not only because she accepts him and treats him how I want him to be treated (ok, fine, spoiled), but because she loves him on her own too.
However, my mom totally caught me off guard on Saturday with the absolutely cutest thing. I told her that it was Sammy's birthday. She then immediately scolded me for not telling her earlier so she could buy him a birthday present...and then she asked me to put her on speaker phone so she wish him a happy birthday. I put her on speaker and watched Sammy's ears perk as my mom cooed, "happy birthday Sammy! You're a big boy today!".
There are no words for how much I loved my mom at that moment.
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