My dog Sam was part German Shepherd, part Golden Lab, and part comedian. From the moment his golden brown eyes met mine, I knew I was in for a heck of a ride.
Sam was ninety pounds, full of energy, curiosity, and spunk. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body unless that is you threatened to harm his family. I watched him lick a baby’s feet and swim with ducks. He did have a romantic side that led to an encounter with a female sled dog in “Sam Tails Vol.1” but since we’re approaching the holiday season, I thought I’d share a Thanksgiving memory.
At that time, we lived in New England so of course November was cold. Sam, a big brown scruffy dog, had a bushy brown and black heavy coat of fur. He loved being outside. Our friend, who owned a local pub aptly called “The Dog House”, had to put his dog to sleep and didn’t want to get another because of his erratic work schedule.
It was the day before Thanksgiving.