SEVEN

My baby turns 7 today.

My mom and I went to see her friend Barb's new little of puppies when they were only 4 weeks old.  I didn't intend to go there to get a puppy, but they were just so darn cute!

I couldn't resist the one that sat in the middle of the box "talking" while all his siblings were trying to sleep around him.  That's Samson in the middle with the white blotch on his back.

See how CUTE they are????  So I told Barb that I wanted one.  The loud one (which she wasn't surprised about).

Five weeks later, in the middle of June, I picked him up with my mom and brought him home. Barb had warned me not to let him sleep in my bed unless I was prepared for him to always want to sleep there.  I didn't care.  He was too cute to resist.

He was definitely a fun addition to the family during that summer.  We always got a laugh out of how big his ears were.

I can't believe he's seven years old already.  It feels like just last year, he was at college with me...where he developed an affinity for beer (thanks Haldi) and another friend (Josh) tried to train him to be the husky dog that ran at football games (major fail).

He can't resist bugging people when they are laying on the floor...

He loves ice cream as much as his mom...

He tears his toys to shreds...

He falls asleep in crazy places...

He's the best damn dog ever....  

Happy birthday Samson!!!  There's a frosty paws with your name on it today.