My dog is arguably my favorite member of my family, he is the only one that never yells at me, never disagrees, never tells me what to do, I mean i like the rest of my family but i think i like him the best. Any and every time i see Sampson when i get home from school or whatever he is excited to see me, regardless of how tired he is, or anything really. Every time i get home, without fail, I am greeted by Sampson wagging his tail as if hit had been years since he saw me last. It really is great, and, the best part is i can say whatever i want to him, and he never looks at me crooked or questions what i say, I understand it may sound a little pathetic, but it helps me.
I got Sampson the Christmas of my 7th grade year at Episcopal. I remember because I got home from my dad's house one morning before school in mid November and i walked into my mom's living room and i saw my step-dad Mr. David trying to put something small and grey behind a box for a doggy door room divider. Overwhelmed with excitement i ran over and saw this little baby puppy scratching at the box wanting to run around and i was ecstatic. He was a bit of a pain as a puppy because he liked to use the bathroom at 4 in the morning and during November and December that is not a fun time to be outside.
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