Thursday, June 9, 2011

My name is Sammie

My name is Sammie, and I have a story to tell. I have light yellow fur, brown eyes, floppy ears, and a long tail that moves a lot. Right now, my paw is up in the air to show you that I’m ready to shake your hand. Even though I’m not even three years old, and a Labrador retriever dog, I have learned that it is important to be nice and use good manners. When people are in big trouble, I can help. If somebody is buried under a building like when there is a hurricane or tornado or earthquake, I use my special sense of smell to find that person. I am trained to do that work…but guess what? I think that I am especially trained to have more fun than most dogs, cats, or any other animal. More about that fun part later.

When I was a puppy, I lived in a building that was so loud. There were always other dogs barking, yelping, growling, sometimes crying. My room was very small, with a hard concrete floor, no windows, just a gate in the front. I spent almost the whole day in that boring place. I did not have any friends. Sometimes people came to this place, and that is when the noise was the worst. I thought that all of the dogs were trying to tell the people, “Pick me! Take me home with you! Look at me and nobody else!” I did the same thing because I did not want to stay in this place that was called a “shelter”. It was where animals lived who did not have anywhere else to go. Sometimes dogs left, sometimes new dogs came to live there. It was not fun.

One day, this lady came up to my room and looked through the gate at me. The next thing that happened was she took me outside where there was grass, new smells, and a man. They showed me a yellow fuzzy long toy (I didn’t know that it was a toy then) that made a funny sound that I wanted to hear again and again. Then the man ran away with the toy while the lady held me. As soon as she let me go I ran so fast to that toy and the man held on to it and I held on to it and it made that noise and we both played with it. I wanted to do it over and over, and so did the man. They also brought some blocks and a little ladder, and I got to climb on that stuff. It was hot outside, but I didn’t want to stop playing and climbing. I even barked to tell them, “Hey, don’t stop, keep playing with me.” But they went away after that, and even though they rubbed my fur, and touched my toes and showed me their teeth in a smile, I was alone again. But not for long……


  1. I can't wait to hear the further adventures of Sammie!

  2. I really like this stroy... I can't wait to hear what happens next. I adore dogs so I really thought this blog was interesting! Love this and great work (-: