I dug a hole.
And I really like it.
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Nota Bene:
We would like to have called this post “A Hole is to … Dig.”
In a style similar to that of many of Sammy’s blogs.
But that title has already been taken by …
Writer: Ruth Krauss.
Illustrator: Maurice Sendak.
And publisher: Harper Collins.
For the wonderful childrens’s book .
Called.
And that’s why we couldn’t.
We moved.
Because we got a new house!
Here is how it looks.
At my new house.
There’s no squirrel bones.
Like in Elmhurst.
But it’s got very very big old shade trees.
With lots of birds.
And there’s no grass-in-the-middle-of-the-street.
Like where I lived before.
But now we have our own grass in the back yard!
It’s soft and wet and tickly.
And we like it a lot.
It’s good grass for rolling over in.
Because I only just learned how to do rolling over.
Except before I was rescued I was too afraid to roll over.
I still have to practice.
Because when I do rolling over.
Sometimes it works.
And sometimes it doesn’t work.
Only sometimes I get stuck in the middle.
But my Best Friend is very good at rolling over.
Before I was rescued I didn’t know I could have grass like this.
And inside is something new too.
It’s called a nook.
I never had one of those before.
Another surprise about our new house.
There’s lots of roundabouts.
Except it’s not even England.
Or Davis.
But children play in them.
And ladies do some exercises there sometimes.
And then there’s a very very special surprise.
Because we have our own Fire House!
And they even have their own Patrol Boat at the Fire House.
I didn’t know a Fire House could have a boat.
But it’s for going on the river.
Because the Sacramento River is near.
And there’s a port too.
Except I still didn’t know you could have a fire in a river!
And now.
Here is the most exciting thing.
Me and my Best Friend have our very own fire hydrant.
It’s right in front of our house!
And my Best Friend had an idea.
He thought we could let other dogs borrow our hydrant.
Then they could give us something to pay for that.
Like some red tennis balls maybe.
But my Kind Friend said it’s not allowed.
Because we would have to get a thing called a business license.
My Kind Friend said they won’t give us a business license.
Not to a Standard Poodle and a Bichon Poodle.
So then we can’t do it.
But it was still a very good idea!
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We wanted to go to the Tour de France.
Except people speak French there.
Like at my Quatorze Juillet party.
I don’t know about France.
But it’s not in California.
And my Best Friend said it’s not in Montana too.
Because he was born in Montana.
And he said he didn’t think France was there when he was born.
Except my Kind Friend knows where it is.
Because she likes France very much.
And one time she even lived there.
She wanted Lance Armstrong to win the Tour de France.
But he didn’t win.
Maybecause he fell off his bike too many times.
ButI thought if you want to go in a bike race.
You can’t fall off your bike too many times.
I thought it’s not allowed to fall off your bike and be in a bike race.
But even if we couldn’t go to France to see the Tour de France.
We did go and see another Tour.
And Lance Armstrong was in that Tour.
Except he didn’t win that one too.
Maybe because he fell off his bike in that one again.
But not so many times as he fell off in the France race.
The Tour that we saw is called the Tour of California.
So that was in California.
Where I live.
It was called the AmGen Tour of California.
And one day it came right down the road near where I live.
Right by Trader Joe’s.
Because the riders rode their bikes from Nevada City to Sacramento.
And here is what we saw that day.
First everybody was waiting by the road for the cyclists to come.
We waited and waited.
Even another dog across the street was waiting too.
Then a policeman came by on a motorbike.
So we thought the cyclists were coming.
Then the AmGen van came.
Because it’s called the AmGen Tour of California.
And some more motor bike policemen.
It was hot waiting out there.
And my Best Friend was trying to stay in the shade.
Here are some people who were helping with the race.
And they told us the cyclists are coming very soon.
So we waited and waited.
And waited some more.
Because it’s good for me.
It’s called socialisation.
It’s because before I was rescued I was a fearful dog.
And this is how I get to be not so afraid any more.
By going a lot of places.
And doing a lot of different things.
But I don’t think they could make the race came faster too.
Here is me.
Except I dont’ think I was afraid of anything there.
I was just getting a bit fed up and bored of waiting all the time.
Except my Kind Friend says getting bored and fed up is socialisation too.
And you have to learn it.
So I was learning it waiting for the bike race to get there.
These people wanted the race to come by too.
Then we all were glad.
Because there was a police car coming with flashing lights too.
So we thought that was the race was here now.
We were looking and looking down the street.
Because now the team vans and cars were coming.
And then …
Yes.
It’s them!!!
Here they come!
Very fast.
Pouf!
They went!!
Gone.
Very fast!
That was a lot of socialisation I did to see that.
And we didn’t even see Lance.
But I’m glad he didn’t fall off his bike by Trader Joe’s.
But then the next day we saw the Tour of California again.
Because they were riding from Davis to Napa.
Napa’s not in France.
And it’s not in Montana too.
But first they had to get to Davis.
And … Uh-Oh …
I think someone forgot something!
I didn’t know a bike race could forget something.
Because they had to stop at Target to get it.
And we saw them there.
And then we got another big surprise.
When we were driving into Davis.
Because all the cyclists and their teams were driving there too!
And when we looked in our mirror.
There they were behind my Best Friend’s truck!
And here is Lance’s team bus arriving in Davis.
There was many people and cars and buses and bikes and dogs there.
There were some television cameras there.
Here’s another dog watching the race.
Then it was nearly time to start the race.
The cyclists were warming up.
And it was really raining!!!
Because the police car came with flashing lights.
And the ambulance too.
And then everyone ran to one place.
So we did too.
And we only just got there in time.
Because the race was starting right there.
And Pouf!
There they went!
In the rain.
Gone!
I think it’s good we didn’t go to France to see the Tour de France.
Because it’s too much waiting.
And then it’s gone!!
And Lance didn’t win too.
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I am so glad you came to visit with me. I hope you will come back to see how I am doing from time to time.
I used to didn't because I was so afraid. But now I really like people.
This is my Sammy's story. Some of it. Because I don’t understand all of it.
Unadoptable. That's what they said about me. So I should be euthanasia.
Because I was so afraid and fearful. And I was stray and mix too.
But now I have my Best Friend. And I have my Kind Friend. So I am not stray. I am not euthanasia. And I am not unadoptable.
I am Samuel. I am Bichon Poodle. And I am a right Bobby Dazzler. My Kind Friend says so.
Please read my Pages called "About Samuel." Read my first blogs too. So you can know about me. Then you can see how well I am doing.
I never knew I could be this Samuel me. But I could. And I am.
So if you know a dog who is abused and fearful like I was. Maybe you can help them too.
Because we put all the links to Rescue Groups below here.
And we put photos of Rescue Dogs who need a new house to live in. So please scroll down. Read about them.
And tell your friends and family about them too.
