when bored torture someone else...

So as is prone to happen the beard got the idea to pull out a camera when he was bored. He asked me if I wanted to model for him and of course I agreed. I am afterall the cheapest entertainment that man has.

Popo thought that was a pretty boring idea.



The beard asked if we could shoot in my bedroom. There is this extra room that the rents have no idea what to do with and it gets nice sunny sun in the afternoon so I go in there to chill and take a break. Here are some of the results...

This is my contemplative weight of the world on my shoulders shot... Think about that moment in the movie when the hero has to make the big choice that will change everything... should I roll over or not? should I go bug popo or not? the important stuff....

This is my headshot for all of the commercials that I am gonna star in if I can ever get the beard off his behind and away from housework...



this is my super hot sleeping shot. I think I'll start off in petco commercials then work my way up to a sitcom or something.... lassie couldn't do anything I can't. Sarcasm is hot!



I told the beard that being in a dog food commercial would be a rad job. All that tasty food. I made him take a picture I call "Lipsmacking good!"



Uhh yeah popo says that is scary!!!!!



Popo said photo shoots are for pansy boys... I told him he better watch his back with talk like that I've still got a couple pounds on him (not as much as you might think but still.)

Like pansy he ran to the beard to save him... all the beard did was take his picture.



Apparently we are going camping next week up in mammoth so we'll bring back lots of pictures for your enjoyment until then stay classy!

SAM

sweating it out

So the sweet smelling lady is ok. they think it's benign but they are still gonna go in there and get it. She's one tough cookie.

The house is going well we are all finally starting to get settled. I get to sleep with my crate door open now since I don't bark at every little noise anymore. We also got some fancy new couches to rest on and there is art on the walls and such... things are moving along.


the mountain man got himself a grill so now most nights there is the delicious smell of some sort of smoky deliciousness coming from the backyard... That is all... more pics eventually.

house modifications

here are some more pictures of the new homestead. Things are progressing but they can only look so different without new furniture and such. We've discovered that we don't own anywhere near enough stuff to fill this house so things still look a bit empty.


this is the new closet organizer that the beard installed (he no longer has a beard or any hair at all for that matter since he works so darned much he said it gets hot under all that hair!)

here is the living room. You can clearly see the new curtains that the beard and the grandpa hung. Also evident is one of the sets of blinds that they hung. (The sweet smelling lady hates that chandelier!)




That's it for now. The rest of the place needs more work... hopefully things will look spiffier soon.

Stay cool!

Sam

new house!

So we have moved.... On saturday all of my favorite people showed up at our old place and helped the beard and the lady carry out all of our stuff into a Uhaul truck. We drove a couple miles down the road and unloaded everything. The sweet smelling lady's parents stayed over the night and helped the beard install all sorts of new stuff then they left on Sunday. They sure are fun to have around. Grandpa even made me and popo a new toy box! The beard has been super busy fixing up things around the new place so he hasn't been taking the time to play with us. However!, we now have all kinds of new stuff to sniff and all sorts of space to run. We did a BT 500 for grandma and she thought it was the funniest thing she had ever seen!
The weird thing about the new place from a dogs perspective is that all the neighbors have dogs that they leave out in their yards so whenever we go walking they all bark and it freaks popo out! His hair stands up on his back like a mowhawk, he growls and whines and generally acts like a pansy. The beard is trying to work on it with him. Also there are all sorts of new sounds around here that really need checking out. I have been sleeping in the cozy comfort of my crate for a change cause none of these new weird noises can get to me when I am in there. The beard says he will take pictures and upload them soon. Right now he is pirating a wifi signal that is super slow so uploading pictures will take forever! I'll keep you posted.

Stay classy!

Sam

our only relief

In our case relief is spelled P-A-R-K!!!

The house is so full of boxes that it has officially put an end to my daily ritual of outrunning popo in the BT 500. I tried once and I ran headfirst into boxes about midway through. So being the smart pup I am I quit. That means that I am not getting the proper amount of Sam exercise and that my gluts are getting out of control. I can't have that. Nobody wants to see flabby sam gluts. Am I spelling gluts right? I know gluts is an abbreviation but stupid blogspot doesn't seem to know it.... grrrr. Blog spot doesn't even know that blogspot is spelled blogspot. Can this thing do umlauts? That would sort of at least help you figure out what I am trying to say. GRRRRRRR!!!!. But!, I digress. To alleviate my energy the mountain man and sweet smelling lady took us to the park. I thought I would share a couple pictures for your viewing pleasure.


We all hopped in the car, started her up and got going. I know immediately that we are going to the park depending on the time of day that they put me in the backseat. Well, I looked around to see the sights and realized that Mia had magically vanished. Where could she have gone? Does she know some sort of secret escape route? No it turns out that she just likes to see and be seen like a nutjob.

We arrived at the park and I took up my usual observation post under a safe spot where I can check out the visuals while the big dogs can't sneak up on me. It's important to figure out who you are going to play with before you engage cause man some people bring the grumpiest dogs to this place. The mountain man is pretty good about keeping them away though. He's sort of like a dog whisperer or something. Well anyways, I scouted out the scene.

I figured out that there was a sweet Jack Russell lady strutting around that I would get along with so I called popo to the location.

We played like wild dogs. I run you chase then you run I chase and popo just tries to catch us on his tiny un-coordinated legs. The sun was shining the world was good the birds were singing everything was happy happy joy joy and bacon. Eventually popo figured out that he couldn't keep up and he went to the mountain man to complain.
Little brothers can be such a pain. If they can't have fun they want to ruin it for everyone.
So I bid adieu in the four languages I know to the Jack Russell lady and we headed out. All in all not too bad but if this doesn't happen again sometime soon I am going to start tearing into all those boxes the mountain man keeps filling with our stuff. I need room!

Peace and cinnamon rolls people!,
Sam
(I also understand that I am no longer the only Sam out there now. So to the other one.. you've got a big name to live up to little man. Always remember to rock!)