I am back.

HI Everyone.

First, I would like to thank everybody who asked about me lately. I was a little sick for a few days, but I went to the doc-tor and he gave me some stuff to make me feel lots better.

I know that Sammie is mad bacawse he didn't get to go nowhere over the weekend. And, he started his own club. Well, our kitty brother Harley didn't want to join, and now Sammie has no one to be in the club wif him. Katie told him he didn't have club if he was the only member. I dont know if that is true. She put a big circle on his sign and now he's mad. So, I will just stay owt of it.




Katie went to a 'gility seminar wif mom. They were werking on how to get better at runnin an stuff. They had a good time, and were gone all day. Katie came back and went right to sleep. She sed she got lots of treats for being good and she got so see some of our 'gility friendz at the seminar.

I went to an 'gility trial and I did good. My mommie said she would take a pitcher of me wif my ribbons later. Until then, here is a pitcher that one of our 'gility friends took of me last summer.



I will show you the ribbons I won as soon as mommie gets around to taking my pitcher. I hope Sammie didn't bury mommie's camera!

Monday Madness

Hello Bloggerland,

I am a bit miffed at the girls in this house....

My mother, Katie and Zorra. It seems that the "girls" got to go places with my mother over the weekend, and I was not asked, or even allowed to participate! Therefore, I am starting my own branch of the original Our Gang club... the He-Man Woman Hater's Club.



On Saturday, my mother took Katherine to an agility seminar. Why she didn't take me is BEYOND comprehension. Everyone knows that I, Sam, am a MUCH better athlete and agility dog than Katherine. My goodness, has my mother gone MAD? Shall I call the authorities to come and cart her off??!!

Then, on Sunday, in the wee hours of the morning, mother and ZORRA (who is so feeling so much better) snuck out of the house and went to an agility tournament! Needless to say, I was flabberghasted! So, again.. I must say that I am a much better athlete and agility dog than Zorra. I refused to talk to anyone upon their returns.

Katherine, Zorra, and mother appeared not to even be phased at all by this lack of understanding on their part. They went on with their trivial little lives while I sulked.

Last evening, my mother put me on her lap, which I assumed was to beg for my forgiveness. Oh, how I put too much faith in that daft woman..... She started messing with my fur (which SHE messed up by taking me to the groomer. ANOTHER woman). She was saying how it was growing out nicely, blah blah blah.

I am going to think on my revenge.... They will never know what hit them. I will come up with a most devious plan, and of course, they being of feeble minds will not know that it was I.

Oh, I hear my mother calling me for treat time. I can't think of evil strategies now....... Oh. Peanut butter.