This is Sammy

Well, Sammy is here and he is confused.

Second home, third if you count the pound, in a few months and no one knows what happened before that.  See that tail, that is not a poodle tail. I think he needs a spa day in the near future.

Picked up his stuff this morning and about fell over, there was a bug on on the bed. It turns out it was a cricket. I know this because a guy came in and bought crickets, 64 cents worth of crickets. WTF, who buys crickets in the USof A? I mean China had fighting insects but never had I known Grosse Pointers to fight with crickets.

He stuck his nose up at the bed, his old toys, his new toys, and mama's big chair which he found on his own.

And after all the turmoil from the head of rescue group I have Sammy with no receipt and no contract and no
nothing from the group. Some people should not be in charge of anything. I was amazed though when the foster mom told me Sammy was a tax deduction as a rescue dog. Who knew?

His foster mom cried when she left. I felt bad for her and gave her a silk scarf from China, her Sammy scarf. Planned on giving her the scarf and did it well before the tears. And no I did not have to feed and water them and they were not intrusive.