tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-143292462009-02-21T07:03:03.105-06:00Tales From The SnarfsideSo Much To Snarf, So Little Time.....Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-38514485170671466752007-05-21T20:06:00.000-05:002007-05-21T20:18:41.771-05:00Hip Hip Horray!!!Mommy and Daddy got married Saturday!!!! Here are a couple of pictures. Now that mommy is not wedding planning all of the time, she is going to help us post more.<br /><br /><br />Samson<br /><div style="text-align: center;">All pictures taken by sjmackey photography.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERn_RDmpI/AAAAAAAAA38/Zy65gM1gdJo/s1600/-047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERn_RDmpI/AAAAAAAAA38/Zy65gM1gdJo/s1600/-047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We are a little miffed that cinnamon got to go but we did not. Freddie says it's because I get to excited and forget my manners.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERPfRDmkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/erBFCbxwbWQ/s1600/-120.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERPfRDmkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/erBFCbxwbWQ/s1600/-120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Mommy works for the Blues and this is one of their favorite pictures.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERn_RDmpI/AAAAAAAAA38/Zy65gM1gdJo/s1600-h/-047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERn_RDmpI/AAAAAAAAA38/Zy65gM1gdJo/s1600-h/-047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERjfRDmoI/AAAAAAAAA30/l_LdWOTK1UA/s1600/-050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERjfRDmoI/AAAAAAAAA30/l_LdWOTK1UA/s1600/-050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Here is a picture that someone made to decorate mommy's office. They know her love of pugs.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERPfRDmkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/erBFCbxwbWQ/s1600-h/-120.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERPfRDmkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/erBFCbxwbWQ/s1600-h/-120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-3851448517067146675?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1167721001117322682007-01-02T00:49:00.000-06:002007-01-02T00:56:41.130-06:00Holiday UpdateMommy lost our digital camera, so there will be no new pictures, until she finds it. She is going to tear the house apart on Saturday and see if she can find it. We have volunteered to help tear the house about. Pugs are good at that.<br /><br />Santa came and visited last week, Santa rocks!<br /><br />I got a new bed that share with Fredbird, a whole bag of greenies for me, a huge water feeder, a new rope and a bunch of treats.<br /><br />Freddie got a new collar, a new pink coat, a food bowl, and a pig.<br /><br />Freddie wore her black satin dress for Christmas with her pearl collar. Mama Shirley said that she looked like barbara bush.<br /><br />Happy New Year!<br /><br />Pictures to come.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-116772100111732268?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1165821292241567812006-12-11T01:09:00.000-06:002006-12-11T01:14:52.256-06:00Letters to Santa<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">Dear Santa,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">Despite what others might say I have been a really good boy this year. I would like the following.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">rope</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">pig toy</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">larger feeder </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">collar</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">treats</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">pup tarts</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">Thanks for your consideration.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">Samson</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">Dear Santa, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">It is my second Christmas with my family, I am glad that I got a new family, but Samson is crazy as you know. He licks my ears, bites my legs, steals my toys and treats. He's is really a pain. For Christmas I would like the following.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">fluffy furry bed</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">any clothes with fur</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">a fluffy bed pillow of my own</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">pink collar</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">treats</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">anything that Merrylog has, she is sooo lucky.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">a new brother or sister please!! You've seen Samson.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">Much love and respect.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">Queen Freddie Rene</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-116582129224156781?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1165163150469003062006-12-03T10:22:00.000-06:002006-12-03T10:25:50.483-06:00Sad NewsWe are sad to announce that our grandma's dog Uncle Tater has died. He was old and wise and not real sure of all of us youngin pugs, but will surely be missed. His Brother Uncle Roger is doing okay considering. Our sister Meow Meow may go live with Grandma to keep him company.<br /><br />Samson and Freddie<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-116516315046900306?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1161061122487138672006-10-16T23:50:00.000-05:002006-10-16T23:58:42.510-05:00I am an excellent pug<a href="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ=up6=zqH:xxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPPn?87KR6xqpxQQelxQPGxneaxv8uOc5xQQQoeanPQJJeoqpfVtB?*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPPnRup6G00/of=50,590,393"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ%7C%3Dup6%3DzqH%3AxxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPPn%3F87KR6xqpxQQelxQPGxneaxv8uOc5xQQQoeanPQJJeoqpfVtB%3F*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPPn%7CRup6G00%7C/of=50,590,393" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ=up6=zqH:xxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPPe?87KR6xqpxQQelxQPGxneaxv8uOc5xQQQoeanPQJJJGqpfVtB?*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPPeRup6G00/of=50,590,393"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ%7C%3Dup6%3DzqH%3AxxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPPe%3F87KR6xqpxQQelxQPGxneaxv8uOc5xQQQoeanPQJJJGqpfVtB%3F*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPPe%7CRup6G00%7C/of=50,590,393" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ=up6=zqH:xxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPoJ?87KR6xqpxQQelxQPGxneaxv8uOc5xQQQoeanQaPaJeqpfVtB?*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPoJRup6G00/of=50,590,393"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ%7C%3Dup6%3DzqH%3AxxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPoJ%3F87KR6xqpxQQelxQPGxneaxv8uOc5xQQQoeanQaPaJeqpfVtB%3F*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPoJ%7CRup6G00%7C/of=50,590,393" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ=up6=zqH:xxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPoo?87KR6xqpxQQelxQPGxneaxv8uOc5xQQQoeanQaPaGaqpfVtB?*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPooRup6G00/of=50,590,393"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ%7C%3Dup6%3DzqH%3AxxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPoo%3F87KR6xqpxQQelxQPGxneaxv8uOc5xQQQoeanQaPaGaqpfVtB%3F*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPoo%7CRup6G00%7C/of=50,590,393" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ=up6=zqH:xxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPoJ"></a><br />Greetings all!<br />Sorry I have not posted in a while, my secretary (mommy) is in grad school and is very busy.<br /><br />We took pictures yesterday and here are a couple of the proofs for your enjoyment.<br /><br />I promise to post soon, but posing for photos wears me out.<br /><br />Snarf you later,<br /><br />Samson<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-116106112248713867?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1151439015568890562006-06-27T14:57:00.000-05:002006-06-27T15:11:34.963-05:00Snarfutations!Hello all!<br />Thanks for all of your thoughts on what to call Freddie's day. They are alot better than the anniversary of the night mommy, daddy and Rene went to a not so nice part of the city to rescue Freddie from the people that kept her in a cat carrier all day and never brushed, bathed or trimmed her nails day. Besides thats a mouthful.<br /><br />Mommy's laptop crashed, so she is having to hijack daddy's computer these days. Luckily she was able to get most of our pictures of us off of the old laptop so it is not a total loss.<br /><br />Not much going on here, it's been very hot so we don't get to play outside a whole lot. We went to Petsmart a couple of weeks ago, it was awesome. We now have rules when we go to petsmart, because the time before last I got too excited and jumped out of the car without mommy or daddy and ran across the parking lot. Mommy cried. Freddie says it was because I scared mommy badly. I think it was because Freddie had an accident in the store. Mommies are odd you know.<br /><br />I still am not happy with the Frontline commercial people. I do not have fleas, I am not dirty, I am a PUG!<br /><br />Oh gotta go! Mommy just turned on the shower, hopefully she didn't get the door closed all of the way and I can get in too.<br /><br />Snarf you later.<br />Samson<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-115143901556889056?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1150691901241894952006-06-18T23:33:00.000-05:002006-06-18T23:38:21.253-05:00What do we call it?At the end of August we will have had Fredbird for 1 year. We celebrate my birthday, but do not know when Fred's is due to the rescue thingy. Mommy is going Freddie a get a present like I got for my birthday, but what do we call the day? Forever home anniversary? Please help. I want Freddie to have a special day too.<br /><br />Snarf you later,<br />Samson<br /><br />Shh don't tell Freddie.... Here is what mommy is getting Freddie for her day. We saw it on Meredith's site, she has everything! I think she should get to wear it for the wedding as well.<br /><a href="http://www.pamperedpuppy.com/features/merryv/200606_metropaws.php">http://www.pamperedpuppy.com/features/merryv/200606_metropaws.php</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-115069190124189495?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1150353223410769542006-06-15T01:30:00.000-05:002006-06-15T01:33:43.426-05:00FrontlineDoes anyone else have a problem with the new frontline commercial? It portrays the pug and pug owner as being less intelligent and therefore has flees. Arggg. Pugs Rule and Boston Terriers drule. Maybe there is a cat and Boston terrier conspiracy as well, I need to email Iggy and Bella.<br /><br />Snarfs for thought.<br />Samson<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-115035322341076954?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1148325887002905662006-05-22T14:04:00.000-05:002006-05-22T14:24:47.086-05:00Greetings from Snarfland!<div align="center">what?<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0035.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0035.jpg" border="0" /></a>A snarf doing what a snarf does best<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0044.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0044.jpg" border="0" /></a> I didn't do it, but I'm looking at who did.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0020.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0020.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> Okay mommy, I helped.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0024.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Well it sure is hectic here, Mommy just started grad school and is trying to plan a wedding for next May. We are going to the wedding but we are not going to be at the church part. After much discussion, it has been decided that I, Snarf will not sit still long enough to attend. Instead we are petitioning to be the official greeters at both receptions. Mommy found us some great outfits over at merrylog's site. Daddy is still not sure that we will behave enough to get to go. I'm not sure why they doubt our goodness.<br /><br />So I colored the couch with a pink highlighter.<br />So Freddie destroyed the brand new mini blind by sitting in them<br />So we figured out how to unlock the doggie door and made a mess in the basement.<br />So I scared 10 years off of Mommy's life and made her cry when I got out of the car and ran across the Brentwood Prominade parking lot. (I may never get to go bye-byes again)<br /><br />All in a pug days work. Anyway the wedding is a while off. I would really like a blue ruffled tux shirt to wear myself. We will continue to work on Mommy.<br /><br />Love to all.<br />Samson and Freddie<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-114832588700290566?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1140480482484533612006-02-20T17:47:00.000-06:002006-02-20T18:08:02.526-06:00Family Meeting<span style="color:#000099;">We had a family meeting with Daddy. The major topic of discussion was why eating shoes was bad. Ugg. He also showed us the gift he got for Mommy. It was a secret, but Freddie found it.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF00531.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF00531.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Long Story Short.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"> Daddy Asked.......</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"> Mommy Said Yes......</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"> Mommy & Daddy are getting married!</span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF00591.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF00591.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Not the best of pictures, but you get the idea. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>Maybe we'll get to be in the wedding</em>. </span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"> Samson and Freddie</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-114048048248453361?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1138596635472179672006-01-29T22:39:00.000-06:002006-01-29T22:50:35.486-06:00UpdateHello all! Sorry we haven't posted in while. Our webmaster Mommy works for an arena, it's a big place where they have all sorts of stuff. Sometimes she takes us with her on non-event days and we play with all of the people in her office. We really want to run around on the event level, but she doesn't let us go out and play on the hockey ice (bummer!) Anyway, her building has hosted 46 events this month, so she has not been home very much. She's had Blues games, SLU games, Grover, US Figure Skating, Harlem Globetrotters and my favorite the Rolling Stones. They sing my favorite song "Snarf me up". We promise that we will be posting more often now. Our first project for February is update all of our pug links. If you have a pug site that is not listed in our links, please leave your address in a comment and we will add it to our site. <br /><br />Snarf you later!<br /><br />Samson<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113859663547217967?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1135656963030852082005-12-26T22:12:00.000-06:002005-12-26T22:16:03.113-06:00Happy Holidays<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0020.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Holidays Everyone!<br /><br />We went to Grandma's for Christmas and had a wonderful time. Mommy promises to post pictures once she is rested today. We hope that everyone had a very safe and happy holiday.<br /><br />Love and Snarfs,<br />Samson and Freddie<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113565696303085208?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1134239228098656202005-12-10T12:13:00.000-06:002005-12-10T12:27:08.110-06:00Snow DayHappy Saturday! It snowed this week in St. Louis! Freddie and I had a blast. Here are some of our pictures !<br />Happy Snarfing.<br /><br />Samson<br /><br />P.S. Please go check out Riley's Site <a href="http://rileypug.blogspot.com/">http://rileypug.blogspot.com/</a>. Riley has a new brother named Buddy and he is adorable! I see that the sibling bug has biten a bunch of us pugs lately.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0057.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0057.jpg" border="0" /></a> Like my coat?<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF00651.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF00651.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>Can we please go out? <br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF00541.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF00541.jpg" border="0" /></a>Why are we out here?<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF00632.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF00632.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nice Shot Fredbird!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113423922809865620?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1134018255373339222005-12-07T22:39:00.000-06:002005-12-07T23:04:15.386-06:00Best Day EVER!The other day was the best day ever! Mommy said that we were going to Petsmart, (our favorite place on EARTH!) but that we had to go to Petco first to look at holiday sweaters. So we got in the car and I immediately noticed that we were going the wrong way. We went to Petco, it was okay. Then we got back in the car and Mommy said that we were going to Petsmart, but it wasn't our Petsmart. It was weird, it wasn't as big and great as my Petsmart. So we walked around, it was okay. I wasn't impressed, Freddie looked bored. So we went back to the car and headed home. I cried lots, I wanted to go to me and Freddie's Petsmart. Mommy didn't get off at our exit to go home and then I realized that Mommy was going to our Petsmart!!! We went in and walked around, we got treats and it was the BEST! Mommy said that she is pug whipped. We didn't spank her, but we love her for taking us to three pet stores in one day. We got to go to our PETSMART!!! It rocked!<br /><br />Samson<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113401825537333922?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1134016769140316382005-12-07T22:37:00.000-06:002005-12-07T22:39:29.343-06:00Pug SnugglyPug snuggly's are special jackets for pugs. They are really adorable, you can look at them at <a href="http://www.pugsnuggly.com">www.pugsnuggly.com</a>.<br /><br />Samson<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113401676914031638?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1133816426446602432005-12-05T14:43:00.000-06:002005-12-05T15:00:28.296-06:00Letters to Santa<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong>Dear Santa, </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong>My name is Samson and I am a good pug. I saw your picture at Petsmart and Mommy tells me that you bring presents to good little girl and boy pugs. Since I have been excellant all year long, I thought I would write you a letter and help with your snarf shopping. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong>I would like .......</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong> a tobacco colored pug snuggly</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong> Pnutz treats</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong> Busy Bone treats</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong> a Retro Pet collar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong> a new leash</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong> a new stuffed pig</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong> Cookies for BuBu </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong> Qtips of my very own to eat, (Mommy won't share hers, Bad Mommy!)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong>Thank you for your consideration and I will make sure that you get nice treats on Christmas Eve. I might even share my Pnutz.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong>Love and Snarfs,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"><strong>Samson</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;">Dear Santa, </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;">My name is Freddie and I am writing to you to say Don't let Samson snow you. He bites my ears and my legs. He always wants to pug fight. He hogs all of the treats, he doesn't know how to share or behave. He snarfs all over me and everything else. I am truly Good and would like the following for Christmas because I am really the good pug in our house. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"> a black pug snuggly</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"> a Retro Pet Collar</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"> Treats</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"> Kisses</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"> a fluffy new bed </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"> Cookies for Bubu</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"> anything of Merrylogs, that girl's got everything. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;">Love, </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;">Freddie</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113381642644660243?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1133815393071991142005-12-05T14:36:00.000-06:002005-12-05T14:43:14.786-06:00Christmas CardsSeason's Greetings All!<br />Nothing much new here in Snarfland. Mommy has been in overdrive trying to get a picture of us for her holiday cards. We haven't been exactly cooperating. Oh well, here are a few of the new pictures she took.<br /><br />Peace, Love and Snarfing,<br />Samson<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0038.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0038.jpg" border="0" /></a> Boy, we look thrilled don't we!<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0018.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0018.jpg" border="0" /></a>Hi Mommy, is this what you wanted us to do?<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0023.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0023.jpg" border="0" /></a> This Tablecloth is making me ill.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0028.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0028.jpg" border="0" /></a>Yep, I'm a dork.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113381539307199114?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1131829877934106152005-11-12T14:59:00.000-06:002005-11-12T15:11:17.956-06:00Greetings!<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/2%20fred1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/2%20fred1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Greetings from Snarfland<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/128sam1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/128sam1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Me with my bone while Mommy does laundry<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/1%20fred.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/1%20fred.jpg" border="0" /></a>Freddie with my bone</div><div align="center"><br />Well Mommy is done with school for now. She starts her master's degree in the January. We are very busy as normal. We have been going for walks in our neighborhood and running errands with Mommy and Daddy. We make our regular trips to Petsmart and we even got to go to Three Dog Bakery for puptarts. Ummm love puptarts. There are lots of leaves in our yard this year so Fredbird and I have been chasing them. My Birthday is on the 25th, Mommy is up to something......<br /><br />Grandma is coming from Illinois to visit us this weekend so we got our baths today and are having to be extra good. Mommy doesn't like when we fight over treats, toys and bones.<br /><br />Snarf you later,<br />Samson </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113182987793410615?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1130290776954701602005-10-25T20:27:00.000-05:002005-10-25T20:39:36.960-05:00Greetings All!<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred321.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred321.jpg" border="0" /></a> Fredbird chillin at g-ma's<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/sam1351.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/sam1351.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here I am testing to make sure the rope still tastes the same at g-ma's<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred331.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred331.jpg" border="0" /></a> Umm... Is Meow Meow suppose to be outside?<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/sam134.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/sam134.jpg" border="0" /></a> Don't look down, don't look down<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/sammel61.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/sammel61.jpg" border="0" /></a> If Meow can nap here so can I</div><div align="center"><br />Mommy has one week of class left and then she has her bachelor's degree. We are very excited. Mommy and Daddy are not dressing us up for halloween. (thank goodness) Daddy grew up in Alaska, so he is very bah humbug about the whole halloween thing, Mommy will be in class, so we have escaped Mommy's plot to dress us as a pig and a cow this year. We are Pugs, we do not need clothes. Silly Mommy. Nothing new this week, but here are some pictures of our journeys.<br /><br />Snarf you later,<br />Samson </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113029077695470160?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1129348389529004632005-10-14T22:43:00.000-05:002005-10-14T22:53:09.536-05:00Update!Hello from snarfland!<br /><br />Sorry I haven't been around lately. Mommy is finishing up her degree this month and she is super stressed about that and work. It's her busy season. Fredbird (my nickname for Freddie) and I have been really busy ourselves. We both spent sometime at the Vet, Fred more so then me. She came with a present from her last owners, heartworm. Mommy tried to explain it to me but ugg it's gross. We went to g-ma's for Aunt Rosalie's wedding. Freddie hadn't ever gotten to meet g-ma before. It was an awesome trip. Aunt Rosalie and Jerry got a new dog named Lucky. Jerry's has family in LA and after Katrina they found Lucky trapped on a balcony at destroyed apartment complex. Someone had left him there tied up during the storm. We can't get Mommy started on that topic. She says bad words.<br /><br />Mommy promised to take new pictures this weekend, Freddie still doesn't like the camera, but I working on her.<br /><br />Samson<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112934838952900463?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1126471844417903552005-09-11T15:33:00.000-05:002005-09-11T15:56:43.443-05:00Cool Pet Stuff<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred%20collar11.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred%20collar11.jpg" border="0" /></a> Collar View 1<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred%20collar%2031.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred%20collar%2031.jpg" border="0" /></a> Collar view 2<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/6%20fred1.JPG"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/6%20fred1.JPG" border="0" /></a> Collar on Freddie<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/3%20fred12.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/3%20fred12.jpg" border="0" /></a> Freddie hiding on the other side of the room so that we don't take her collar again.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/130%20sam.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/130%20sam.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/130%20sam.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/130%20sam.jpg"></a><br />As you know Freddie did not come from the best of conditions, she's not willing to share her experiences at this time, but it was clear that she was not given the love, toys and treats she deserves. We have been getting Freddie her own toys and such, but Mommy has been on a mission to find a special collar for Freddie, her old one was icky and her collar said gurl, that was her old name. Mommy has ventured to every pet store and pet site and finally found an awesome collar at an Ebay store called Retro Pet. All of the collars are hand made and are very reasonably priced. Freddie's collar arrived on Wednesday and she LOVES it. She get cranky when you try and take it off or touch it. She pranced arround the house and was so happy to have her new collar. Freddie's camera shy so it was hard to get a picture of it on her, but here are a couple of pictures of the collar. I am going to ask Santa for a Retro Pet collar for Christmas.<br /><br />Samson<br /><br />P.S. Kara asked if I was still eating poo. I still like poo, but haven't eaten any since getting a sister, so maybe a sibling is the true remedy for ending poo eating. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><em>Update: Mommy is so smart! There is now a link to Retro Pet under the Non-Pug links on the right. Check it out. </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112647184441790355?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1126470788130874102005-09-11T15:17:00.000-05:002005-09-11T15:33:08.190-05:00Busy Week<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/130%20sam.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/130%20sam.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Sunday! Sorry for the delay in posts, but it has been very hectic around here. Mommy's been training new staff, going to school and working. Freddie and I are playing with Daddy and Melody a lot. I have discovered that Freddie is camera shy and does not like it when the camera is brought out, she hides from the camera so we are trying to work on that little issue. Everything else is going great. It's hot in St. Louis, but we have been going on evening walks. Last weekend grandma, Aunt Audrey, Hayden and Chandler came to visit. I don't think Hayden liked me all that much. He likes to run, so I run after him and then he cries. Strange humans, I just want to play. Chandler petted us and played with us, we liked her a lot. There are a lot of pugs and pets that are in need due to recent events in the south, if you can please help out. Petsmart and the Humane Society are just two of the organizations trying to help animals in needs. Please visit <a href="http://www.petsmart.com">www.petsmart.com</a> or <a href="http://www.hsus.org">www.hsus.org</a> to donate.<br /><br />Hugs and Snarfs<br />Samson<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112647078813087410?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1125638904281147862005-09-02T00:10:00.000-05:002005-09-02T00:33:33.940-05:00Day ThreeThings are going great here. We have been to Petsmart numerous times, we've gone bu-byes, on walks, played in the yard, and played with our toys. Freddie doesn't have the engery that the Snarf has, so she has to take breaks and find a lap. She loves giving kisses, especially ear kisses, we each take a side and snarf Daddy. It's great! Some people have asked how Freddie got her name. When Mommy and Daddy first answered the ad me and Daddy were listening to Queen music and Daddy wanted to name the new pug Freddie. When we found out the the pug was a girl, Daddy still liked the name Freddie. Mommy added the Queen part (Daddy is not sure that he likes it) and they decided to add the Rene, because Rene helped us get her. My middle name is Taylor after my breeder's daughter who grilled Mommy and Daddy to make sure that they would take good care of me. I personally liked Fat Bottom Girl, but Mommy said that it wasn't nice. All is good in the Samsonhood.<br />More pictures and updates to come. Check out Freddie's Dogster page, you'll find the link to the right. <br /><br />Snarf you later.<br />Samson<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred21.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred21.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> This is her after her full bath and salon treatment</span>.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred51.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred51.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Smiling Pug</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112563890428114786?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1125519402977844282005-08-31T15:04:00.000-05:002005-08-31T15:31:08.480-05:00Big News<div align="center"><strong>Introducing... </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Queen Freddie Rene</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred1211.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred1211.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> She's so pretty</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred615.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred615.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">What has she gotten herself into? Hehe</span></p><p><br /></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/FRED1511.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/FRED1511.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Freddie is still a little camera shy, this is the only picture of the both of us and of course I look like a dork.<br /></span></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred614.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred131.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred131.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Freddie chilling<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112551940297784428?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-1125518667432615962005-08-31T14:02:00.000-05:002005-08-31T15:29:47.656-05:00Adventure<div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Mommy and Daddy went on a great adventure this week. A couple of weeks ago they answered an ad for a free pug on pugs.com. I was very excited, I was ready for a new brother or sister. Then the adoption fell through, and we were all very sad and bummed. Then Mommy got a call on Monday night saying that the people couldn't take care of Freddie any longer and that we could come and pick her up. Mommy, Daddy and Rene went to the city and rescued Freddie from her old owners. Freddie lived in a small cat crate and had not been loved, brushed, bathed or had her nails trimmed in a long time. Mommy and Daddy brought her home and we had a pugtona 500 in the living room and then I showed her the backyard. Daddy brushed her on the back porch and there was fur everywhere. We came in and it was spa time, she got the full royal treatment that she deserved; brushing, scrubbing, trimming, loving and wrinkle, teeth and ear cleaning. We were so excited that we didn't sleep all night long. We just played and played. When we finally went ni-night she didn't know what to do she had never slept in a bed before. I showed her the ropes. We almost had some problems when she took my bone, Mommy says that I have to share now, I don't mind. On Tuesday Mommy took her to the vet and we went to Petsmart. She loved Petsmart, she didn't know what to think. She never had toys or treats in her old home. Mommy says that some people shouldn't own dogs if they can't love and take care of them. I agree. Mommy says that the important thing is that now Freddie is with us and will be loved forever. I love my new sister, even if she did pee on the bed, okay it was me again. I was super excited though. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">It's not everyday that you get a new sister. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Samson<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred91.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred91.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Aren't I Cute?<br /></p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112551866743261596?l=samsontales.blogspot.com'/></div>Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818noreply@blogger.com3