A note from the typist:  As I endeavor to get Sam set up with his own email and his own Facebook and his own blog, he will continue to hijack this blog for a bit longer. Who knew it took so long to get a minor some public space? If only I could lie about his age … and species.

 

This is my pal, Oscar:

 

 

Here he is when he isn’t making a funny face:

 

 

He’s just my size! He came over for a play date and we ran and ran and ran

 

 

and wrestled

 

 

Oscar is a grown up dog so he could run faster and go up the stairs and last longer.  (Wait’ll next time! I’ll be bigger!)  And I had to bark at him for like forever before he would play with me.

 

And then we had a drink

And we rested.

And we played again.

 

 

 

 

It was the best day ever!

 

 

 

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