My husband and I love to go thrifting/antiquing (duh!), so we often pop into little places here and there. Jay drives all over the city every week for work, so he has scoped out some neat places and had a couple he wanted to take me to. We went to one yesterday and saw this:
We found a breeder in N.C., and made an appointment to go look at her puppies. Jay and I told the kids to go in and sit quietly on the floor. Not to make noise or pick them up. We were led to a kitchen with baby gates and the woman let the puppies out into the kitchen. They were adorable! All wild and funny, and instantly my kids were attracted to the runt. He was tiny and feisty, tripping all over the place and pulling on the kids' shoelaces. But my husband wisely told them to be quiet and let mom decide. I noticed one chubby little boy who was just sitting and looking at the rest. He walked over to me when I tapped the floor. He stood in front of me, and I scooped his little face up to look at his eyes. He didn't look away. We found our puppy. That same disposition has carried over. He is happy and playful, but senses our moods, and is not overly inquisitive, and does not bug us for attention (which makes us give him MORE). Everyone who meets him falls in love with him. He is the quintessential Scottish man. Strong and bold, but not a bully. Samson brings our family such happiness.
|Samson as a puppy|
|Samson a few weeks ago|