Sammy's Story
The Story of an Unadoptable Dog

 

 

Where I was before there was no walks.  I never went anywhere.  Except to always run away from things and people.  Because I didn’t learn any nice things.  I only learned how to be afraid.  And how to run away as fast as I could if I could do that.   That’s called a fearful dog.

 

But now I go a lot of places.  And I do a lot of things.  Because that’s called socialization.  And rehabilitation too.  And recovery.    That’s what my Kind Friend said.  And I learn not to be fearful and afraid.  But I just like it too.  Now I do.   Because I am not so afraid any more.  Not all the time.  Just some of the time.  Except I know my Best Friend will help me.  And my Kind Friend too.

 

I love to go for walks.   And I really love to run.  Because I am a Bichon and a Poodle.  So I have lots of energy.  Just like my Best Friend does. 

 

And I meet my neighbors.  Friends too like my Havanese Friend.  Because I especially love to do those things in Elmhurst.

 

So I was very glad when all that cold weather and rain stopped coming.

 And  we could go for a walk in my Elmhurst.   

 

 

 

 

And you can go for my walk too.  Because here is what we saw in Elmhurst.  This is some Oxalis.  That’s called Sweet Grass too.  And some children used to like to eat it.

 

I like to eat it too.  It is juicy.  Because I love to roll in it too.  But some people call it a weed.  A weed is something you didn’t put there.  Nature put it there instead.

 

 

 

 

 This is called Flowering Quince.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

And here are some more photos of Oxalis flowers.   Aren’t they pretty?

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We don’t know what this plant is called. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But these are Snowdrops.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And we don’t know what these little flowers are called too!

 

 

 

 

 

 

But  here is a Poppy.  Except it’s not a California Poppy.  The kind that is a state flower so you can’t pick it.  This one is a different kind of Poppy.  I think it might be from Iceland.  But I am not sure.  Because that is very far away from Elmhurst.  Iceland is not even in California.  And it’s not in Montana.    So I don’t know why it is here in Elmhurst.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We saw a lot of Daffodils in Elmhurst.  And lots of snowdrops too. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Except here are some pretty daisies in my grass-in-the-middle-of-the-street.  There’s lots of different kinds of daisies.  There’s English Daisies, and Shasta Daisies, and  others too.  But these ones are not English Daisies.  Because they are not Shasta Daisies too.  I think they are just Daisy Daisies.  And that is a little piece of me in the photograph too!  Because I am the same color as the daisies. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Because this is some Violets growing on a tree trunk.  It’s in front of my friend’s house. 

 

They feel nice when you touch them with your nose and your feet. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I saw my Havanese friend too.  He was doing some gardening.   Because he was planting Tulips.  And that’s my Yorkie Poo friend helping him too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Except we don’t  know what this flower is called too. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But Elmhurst has alleys in it.  They are in the back of the houses.  We like them.  Because there’s no cars.  It’s soft when you put your feet and your face in there.  And it’s pretty.  Like this.  It’s called Quince and Oxalis. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here is my Plum Tree.  Isn’t it pretty?  And the plums are good too!  They’re green color.   Except the squirrels like them too.  And they try to eat them first.  And the birds.   But the plums didn’t come yet.  Because first there has to be flowers like this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here is my plant too.  Except we don’t know it’s name again!  Isn’t that silly? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here is me in my Elmhurst back alley.  I am in the Oxalis.  That’s the Sweet Grass that children used to eat it.  I think those children had a good idea.  Because I like to eat it .  It’s soft and juicy.  And my Best Friend likes to eat it too.  So that way I know it is all right to eat it.  And it’s soft on my tummy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hope you liked coming on my Elmhurst walk.   Because maybe if you go on a walk in Elmhurst I will meet you there!

 

 

You may like to read: 

About Bichons

About Poodles

About Samuel

[And following pages.]

 

You may also enjoy:

 Finally

Halloween, Horses and A Donkey

Samuel’s First Fall Walk …

Sammy’s First Spring Walk: the UC Davis Arboretum