Sunday Sami and I went to Kirby's breeder's house for a little visit. I told him I DID NOT want to go because I was going to want one of the puppies from the litter she just had.
Sure enough. I went. And now I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY want a little fluff butt Samoyed.
Argh! And the breeder sooo made it worse, too. We were outside watching the puppies poo and play and she was saying, "I really wish you two would take a male puppy ... I would feel so
relieved knowing that it's going to a good home that loves Samoyeds."
And these puppies are SO different from Seamus. They are active, playful, happy, bouncy, kissy ... Like puppies! Seamus was quiet, not very playful, and we have to work very hard to combat his shyness. At six months old, he's JUST NOW starting to act like a puppy and not an old man. I kind of feel like I missed out on the excitement of puppyhood with Seamus.
Sami is sort of half and half on the whole issue. I think he secretely wants another samoyed, but the 'voice of reason' is making him think twice.
He tells me, "it will be JUST LIKE Kirby. Digs holes, escapes from the yard, listens when it wants to, chews up everything, be hard-headed..."
I KNOW! And I STILL
A picture of the male I want is here
. The top set of pictures are the boys, the the middle column is the little boy I want. He's the biggest one of the little and such a playful ham.
Someone tell me I have lost my mind and I DO NOT need a hairy little monster running around the house. Wanting one of those buggers is driving me mad!