Sam’s been having it rough lately. Two weeks ago, it was just him and Mom – all the love he wanted (at least, when she was at home), no contests over territory, free run of the house, and a dog door that he liked. Now he’s locked out of the office most of the time. And neither cat likes him, even though he tries hard to be friendly. And the new dog door is just weird.
But the other day, things picked up for Samson. He got a new boo.
It’s plush, about two feet long, purple, shaped like a long wiener dog, and makes noise if he bites it just the right way. My friends Emily (who is now “Aunt Emily” around here) and Jason sent it in a box of Christmas presents for us and the animals, and Sam just absolutely adores it. For the last two days he’s been walking around the house with the toy in his jaws, shaking it and occasionally trying to rip its ears off. He takes it to bed with him. He’s protective; with everything that’s gone on here lately, something’s finally gone his way. Cats forgotten for the moment.. Sam now has much higher priorities than trying to score a pittance of feline appreciation.
Unfortunately, we had to take the boo away from him last night – he’s an “aggressive chewer” (as Kristi puts it) and was starting to do real damage to it. I distracted Sam while Kristi scooped it up and tucked it on top of the fridge. Sam then spent the next hour or so scouring the house for it, desperately trying to figure out where he mislaid it.
We’ll give him the boo back tonight, when we can supervise him while eating dinner and watching TV. Hopefully that’ll stretch out the poor wiener dog’s lifespan by at least a day or two. That’d be nice.
Thanks Aunt Em!
Tuck had his, too. Em packed a couple catnip mice in the box and we got them out and put away fast.. the cats will have those on Christmas. But Tuck knew that smell. He knew there had to be catnip in there!
