Morning Walks

On the mornings I don't work, Sam and I like to take long walks through the neighborhood. This, if you know our Sam, is only possible with his Halti head collar. Without this device, he imagines himself a mighty sled dog running the snowfields of Alaska with his fellow Huskies. I've pointed out that his Husky friends at A04 or Chronicle of Woos don't behave like this. He just shrugs and keeps going. I hate that the Halti collar detracts from his picture, but I really like the colors in this one.... It's an untouched photo of Sam taken during one of our morning walks.

I love the way the golden sunrise brings out the red-gold of his coat, but I do wish he didn't have the head collar on!

PTSD*

*Post Traumatic Shower Disorder

Wednesday's photo showed the preliminary to Sam's bath...he knew what was happening, and ran around the house for five minutes carrying his collar, hoping someone would put it back on him, and thus avoid the indignity that was sure to follow.

Then he spotted it: the black bath restraint! It was time to high-tail it out of there, pronto.



Caught! Notice the tautness of the leash. He had his butt planted on the patio and was refusing to budge.



It was futile...he pleaded one last time to be set free, to be allowed to roam and stink in doggie splendor, as nature intended.



But to no avail. His fate (and dampness) were assured. It began...



Please Sir, won't you spare me any further humiliation?



Once back inside, he took the opportunity to spray the living room with water in revenge for his peoples unconscionable behaviour. He didn't understand why we only laughed.



"Perhaps if I rub the moisture in the carpet; maybe that will shut them up! Oh, if I only had thumbs, I'd make 'em pay!"



All right, all right, that's enough laughing...somebody help me get dressed.

Nearly Wordless Wednesday...

Don't look! He's naked!

SciFi Sat winds down

Sam likes the Alien franchise, although he admits that the third movie was a little weak. He imagines that he would have done a much better job.

SciFi Saturday

The Hulk


Don't make the Sam angry...you wouldn't like him when he's angry.

Bad Aim

UPDATE - The laser range finder and targeting system we've provided to our Sam seems to have cured the problem...proving definitively that the tosser (so to speak) wasn't at fault.



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Aaron always says Sam can't catch a treat bone tossed to him. I always tell Aaron that he has bad aim. Aaron claims this isn't possible. What do you think?

This one is a little low:


This one never even made it to Sam! He had to dive for it!


Sam may need eye protection! Incoming!


"Can I have them on the floor from now on?"

FREEDOM!

They may take our kibble, but they will never take our freedom!

Goldens Gu Bragh!