Sam

Sam arrived last night. I haven't seen Sam since I left in January, except though the occasional Skype call. Skype did confuse him because when you are an old dog, new tricks can be a challenge. Poor Sam could hear my voice and ran around trying to see where I was, where my voice was coming from. He tried outside then nearly bowled the computer trying to get behind it . Of course those watching were in hysterics, not helping guys. 

Sam, in case you are wondering, is my granddog, a now very old, very spoilt golden lab. He has been raised by a village, going between grandparents' houses when Tim and Sarah have been off traveling as they are now. Tim got Sam when he was 18 and we told him it was a bad idea, such a commitment for him when he was at an age where he should be out and about. It turns out that parents can be wrong, not often but it does happen. Sam has been a joy, a clever dog who knows the rules at all the places he lives, for example he's allowed on the beds at home but not at our place. He does still try his luck occasionally.  

Its minus 4 here today, a white frost and Sam needs a walk, OK.....yeah right! The sun is coming up over the hill making for a fairy tale winter wonderland, but it's still freezing! Maybe later Sam.....