 down with Kennedy and Sam just walked up and rested his head on my knees and sighed really big. It was like he was saying, “I’m so tired.” Belle soon joined us and for the next few days we spent any free time picking ticks off of Sam. Kennedy would rather cut her fingers off than touch bugs, and yet she loving pulled hundreds of nasty bugs from Sam. There were hundreds around his eyes and so many in and around his ears. That was the worst of it. They were so tiny and it felt like we would never get them all. We also started feeding this skinny hound. You could run your fingers down his sides and count every rib. His shoulder blades stuck out like sails on a ship. He was just all angles. Except for his big, loppy ears. Sam has great ears. Anyway, we fed him dozens of scrambled eggs and hot dogs and anything else we thought would put weight on him. Ken got up one morning and made biscuits and gravy, after all, gravy makes you fat! We groomed and nurtured and fattened and loved this sweet dog back into doggy shape.

It wasn’t long and Sam made it into the house and was taking regular naps in the sun beams crossing the end of the sofa. He moves with the slowness and ease of an old timer. He saunters around the house, stopping to chuff things out, sizing things up and making sure things are at the right. He is an affectionate scoundrel. He loves hugs. He doesn’t seem to realize his size, which is now closer to eighty pounds than the scrawny fifty he was when he landed here. When I sit in my chair, he comes over and puts his front paws up on the foot stool and slowly starts maneuvering his way into my lap. Usually I am trying, unsuccessfully, to explain to him that he is too big to be in my lap. It would surprise you how small he can make himself when he is determined. He lowers his head and pushes up against your chest with his forehead and just stands there. It’s like he’s saying he is so thankful. Or he’s telling you he will keep your secrets. You can trust a dog with anything. They listen and love and in the end, you both feel good. You can’t say no to Sam. It would break his heart…and mine.

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 down with Kennedy and Sam  just walk ed up  an d r es tedhishead on my kne e s an d sighed really big. I t was  l i ke h e  w as sa ying, “ I ’m s o t ir ed .”Be l le  soon  jo ined us  and for t hene xt few daysw espent anyfre e time picki ngticksof f o f  Sam.  Ke nnedy  would rather  cut herfi n gers o f f thant o uc h bu gs, and yet she l o vi n g pulled hundr eds of  n a st y bug s f rom Sam. T he re we r e hundr e ds a r oun d  his eyes and  so many in and  aroun dhis ears.Thatwa s  th e worst ofit.They were  so ti n y and i t  felt l ike we  wo uld  nev e rge t t he m  al l .Wea lso  started  f ee dingthis s k i nnyhou nd.You c ould run your  fi nger s  do wn hi s sid es a nd  coun t ever y rib .His shoulder bl ades  stuck ou t l ik e s ai ls on a ship . H e w as just  all an g les .E x c ep t for his big, lop py e ar s. Sam h as gre a tea r s. Anywa y,  we  fed h im do zens of  scrambl ed egg s  a nd  hot do gs  and a ny thi ngelsew e th oughtwould pu t wei g ht on him. Ken got up one mo r ni n g  a n d ma debiscuits an d gr a vy,afte r  a ll, gravy  make sy ou fat! We groomed and  n urture d and  fattened and  loved thi s s weet dog  bac k  i n to doggy shape .

It  wasn’t lo n g and Sa m mad e it int o the hou s e  and was  ta kin g r egu l a rnaps in the s u n  bea ms  crossi ngthe end  of  th e s ofa .He moveswith the  s lo wn es s a nd ea s e of anol d t im er.  He s a unters  arou nd t he  h o use , stopp i ng t o ch uf fthin gsou t, si zing thi ngs upand makin g s u re t hi ng s are a t the right.He  is an aff ec tio nate s c o undrel.He loves hugs. He doesn ’ t seemtoreali ze h is size,whi ch isnow closer  to ei ghtypo und s thant h escr aw ny fifty h e was  when  h e la nded he re. When I sit inm y c hair, he come s o vera n dput s  h i s f ro n t p a w s up on the foo t stool an ds lo wly starts man eu veringhis way  into my lap.  UsuallyI am tryi ng , un s u cce ssfully, t o explai n to himt hat h e  i s too  bi g to b einmy la p. Itw oul d sur priseyo u howsmall  h e can ma ke himself when he is d etermi ned.Helowers hi s h e adand pushe s up  against y our  ch est w ith his f oreh e ad  an d  just  sta n ds there. It ’sl i ke  he’s sayin g h e i s sotha n kful.Or h e’s telling you h e  will keep you r se c r ets . Y o u ca ntrust a dog wi than y t hing. Th ey  listen and  love an di n the  end,you bo th feel g oo d . Youcan’ t s ay no toSam .I t would  b re a k hishear t… and mi ne.

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 down_with Kennedy_and Sam just walked_up and_rested_his head_on_my knees and_sighed really big._It was like he_was saying, “I’m_so_tired.” Belle soon joined us and for the next few days we spent any_free_time picking_ticks_off_of Sam. Kennedy would rather_cut her fingers off than_touch bugs,_and yet she loving pulled hundreds of nasty_bugs_from Sam. There_were hundreds around his eyes and so many in_and around his ears. That was_the worst of_it._They_were so tiny and_it felt like we would never_get them all. We also started_feeding this skinny hound. You could run_your fingers down his sides and_count every rib. His shoulder_blades stuck_out like sails on a_ship. He was_just all_angles. Except for_his big, loppy ears. Sam has_great ears. Anyway,_we fed him dozens of scrambled_eggs_and hot dogs_and_anything_else we_thought would put_weight_on him._Ken_got up one morning and made_biscuits_and gravy, after all, gravy makes you_fat! We groomed and_nurtured_and fattened and loved_this sweet dog back into_doggy shape.

It wasn’t long and Sam_made it_into the_house and was taking regular naps in the sun beams crossing_the end of the sofa. He_moves with the slowness_and ease_of_an old timer._He_saunters around_the house, stopping to chuff things out,_sizing things_up and making sure things are_at the right. He_is_an affectionate scoundrel. He loves hugs._He doesn’t seem to realize his_size, which is now closer_to_eighty_pounds than the scrawny fifty_he was when he landed here._When I sit_in my chair, he comes over and_puts_his front paws up on the_foot_stool and slowly starts maneuvering his_way_into_my lap. Usually I am_trying, unsuccessfully, to explain to him_that he is too big to be in my_lap. It would_surprise you how small he_can_make_himself when he is determined. He lowers his head and_pushes up_against your chest_with his forehead and just stands there. It’s like he’s_saying he is so thankful. Or he’s_telling you he will keep your secrets. You can trust a_dog with anything. They listen and love and_in the end, you both feel good._You can’t say no_to_Sam. It would break his heart…and mine.

I_don’t_know_if