City Dog in the Country

A few days after moving to Virginia, I was taking Samson out for a walk and a rabbit jumped out of some tall weeds right next to the front porch and ran into the woods. Samson didn't even seem to notice, I smiled, "City dog."
A week later Samson saw a squirrel at the base of a tree and started to walk over to look at it. The squirrel started to climb the tree and Samson just stared at it. The squirrel didn't know what to think and he would stop and look back at Sam, then climb a little more, stop and look back at Sam, climb a little more, until he disappeared into the top of the tree. Samson never did anything but watch and then walk away. I chuckled, "City dog."
People around here sometimes bring their dogs with them when they come to do work, the dogs just run around the property and maybe play with Uncle Cale's dogs. Well, Samson isn't used to this and didn't know how to play nice and the results of that were in the last blog. I lamented, "Stupid city dog."
Last week something must have bitten Samson because he suddenly lifted his right hind leg like it had been broken, tried to bite at something on it, then started looking around his head and biting at something that must have been flying around him (I couldn't see anything). It really looked funny and I laughed, "Silly city dog."
This week I took Samson out for a walk (he isn't allowed outside without Dad or me because both times he started fighting he was out with only Lisa) and as went into the woods, an acorn fell. Samson jumped like he had heard a shotgun go off and then looked up with a "the sky is falling" look on his face. He RAN to the front door and asked to go inside. I really laughed that time, "Poor little city dog!"
Actually I enjoy taking him for walks because we wander through the woods and get to enjoy them. We'll see how I feel about that when winter comes!?

Dog Trouble

We have the dumbest dog! The dogs around here aren't on leashes, they just kind of run around the neighborhood and mostly stay in their own yards (hey, we're on 27+ acres here). Well, Samson took exception to having two other male dogs around and on Friday, 8/8 picked a fight with Uncle Cale's 1 year old mutt, XS, who chewed Sam up pretty badly around the neck and right ear. After a few days, the dog's neck was swollen and infected. On 8/11 we took him to the vet and he ended up with drains coming out of his neck for a week. He looked like "Frankenstein Dog." We had the drains taken out on Tues, 8/19 and the stupid dog attacked XS again early Friday mornng and got his neck ripped to pieces again. He even has a perfect "bite impression" of XS's dentition in one part of his neck. Aunt Diane wants us to get rid of the dog and I would just as soon get rid of him and either NOT get another dog or get a smaller one that knows how to play nice. Dad wants to keep him, of course, and so we just have to be extra careful when we walk him that the other dogs aren't out. When I figure out how to get the pictures from our camera, I'll show you how he looked.