Hi! My name is Samson. My real name is KILYKA'S Strength of Samson...but you can call me Sammy. In case you don't know, I'm a Newfoundland. I'll be 3 years old on April 15th. My Mom and Dad call me their tax day gift. I always hear them say that they'd like to claim me as a deduction... What ever that is? Imagine 160 lbs. of fun-filled fur romping thru your house!! Dad thinks it's fun to play catch with me in the living room... Mom on the other hand isn't always laughing. She often calls me 'MR. DAINTY'. I guess she forgets my name is Sammy! 
My family thought that this was so cute....I thought it was silly. I tried to tell them that if my friends saw this, I would never be allowed to 'hang out' with the BIG GUYS. They promised me that they wouldn't put it up on the fridge, so what do they go and do...put it on the INTERNET!! Notice that you don't see my sister stuck here with her face on top of a pumpkin...just because she wouldn't stay still long enough for the picture is no excuse!!! Don't get me wrong, I'm as much of a ham as the next Newfie when it comes to getting my picture taken...but with a pumpkin? Who said this would be fun?? Not me! My idea of fun is having a few treats...Or better yet, taking a nice long nap!!! 
Thanksgiving came and went...lucky me, no pilgrims hat! I'll never tell them my hiding place. If I can just keep my sister Delilah from snitching on me.
Just when I thought the coast was clear...I peeked my head out thinking the sound of paper was a bag of cookies, but then I saw it...the dreaded Santa hat. I was out numbered. What's a newfie to do? OK...quit laughing. Could be worse, it could've been those stupid antlers that my Mom tried to make me wear last year! Good thing I have a big head, the antlers wouldn't fit! And all the while they're putting this silly Santa hat on me, they kept telling me the story of Santa's sleigh being pulled by a bunch of reindeer...Everyone knows it was 8 Newfies. I'm sure Mom and Dad will have more pictures to show you after the holidays. I'm just waiting for our first big snow storm...then you'll see my action photo's. I'm quite the winter sports aficionado, you know. Samson, the most loving and sweet newf we've ever had, died suddenly and quite unexpectedly, the evening of December 13th, 2002. I can barely type this without tears, as he was so loving. We thank god for taking him quickly, but can't help but to ask why. Even at 9 years old, he had been going through a "second puppyhood" for about a year, and was outwardly very healthy, happy and full of life. Some additional photos will be posted here soon. For now, it is comforting to know he is probably playing tag with Bear and Max, on the other side. We love you Sammy, and think about you every day. You have two new brothers now, Misha and Barney. You would like them both, I'm sure of it! Be a good boy. |
