This is Samson.
When he’s cheeky, he’s “Sparky The Wonder Dog”. He’s a purebred Mutt, but if you see shades of Lab, Shepherd and Rottweiler, you wouldn’t be wrong.
Sam and I are spending a great deal of quality time together, and while I wouldn’t call myself a fraidy-cat, I must say, there is something very reassuring about having a dog around. But Sam is an odd combination of brave boy and wuss.
Exhibit A – I don’t know what the driver of the oil truck has done to him, but he’s got a 110 lb dog pissed at him. That truck can be come up the hill – a street away from ours and Sam will go nuts. I have a hard time wrestling him away from the door when he’s hurling himself at it. Imagine a mohawk down his back – the hair is completely on end.
Exhibit B – Anyone who comes to our house has a “greeting”. Usually it’s four or five loud, sharp barks. These barks are so intense that you will still have the echo reverberating in your cranium when you crawl in bed at night.
Exhibit C – A friend of ours, who also happens to be a police officer, nearly soiled himself when he popped in unannounced. While Samson wasn’t going to let this “visitor” just mozy onto the homestead, he was more than glad to see the kids, whom he licked and bounced around like a pup. Sam LUVS the kids. Wanna break into our house? Bring an infant over – Sam goes ga-ga over the babies and wee-ones and he’s as gentle as a lamb with them.
Exhibit D – The lady who dropped of Sears catalogues at our previous residence would not get out of her van to drop off the magazines. Instead, she would fly up our little driveway at highway speeds and pull thisclose to our house to place the item in our mail box. We half expected to have her Dodge grill break through into our living room. This was after we had a tete-a-tete over Samson.
Irrational Lady: “THAT DOG needs to be tied up!”
Me: “Why? He’s on his own property?”
IL: “Well he’s a nasty dog – he should be tied up.”
Me: “He hasn’t bitten anyone.”
IL: “Well he’s a very aggressive dog!” (Let’s note here that she, herself, is becoming aggressive – I refrain from suggesting she should be tied up.)
Me: “He’s doing his job. He hasn’t bitten you, and he lives here.”
IL: “Well, I was attacked by a dog as a child!”
Me: “Well I’ve been bitten by four dogs, what is your point?”
She spins around gets back in her mini van and backs out of the driveway so fast that she shoots gravel in every direction. I ponder the reaction I would get if I’d sustained an injury from her behavior.
So Sam has a reputation. I’m sure it makes him very cool with the other Mutts he hangs with. I must admit, we don’t help with his bad street cred, since we’ve been known to reply in this fashion…..
Q: “Wow, big dog. Does he bite?”
A: “Not yet.”
This is a selfish response – but an honest one. He’s an animal – and any animal, when provoked, is going to react. However, I like to think that if the crazy oil truck driver were to force his way into the house, Sam would rip him limb from limb.
That being said, this weekend we were cutting trees.
And Sam, who has been enjoying the weekend outside with the boys, does this……
I can’t zoom back any more in this shot – because my leg is attached to my foot, which is immobilized by his BUTT!
Vicious dog. I wonder what the Sears lady would have to say now……
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LOL we have a big black lab who does the same barking routine… he is the most gentle dog ever and has never bit anyone and is amazing with our kids… sad to say our old man is 12.5… wish I could keep him young forever an awesome dog and hehehe totally like yours hiding 😉