That Sam I Am

That Sam I Am, that Sam I Am,
I do not like that Sam I Am...

Last night there was a man saying those words about my sweet little dog.
Sam went to the "beauty parlor" and totally showed out. Sam protested as loudly as he could. Yelping and howling! Making everyone think he was being killed. The store manager tried to calm him down, with no luck. If you picture a cartoon dog that was attacked by a set of wild clippers - you might have an idea of what he looked like when we picked him up. The man apologized for not being able to finish. He basically said, "Don't come back." Sam said, "Good, I don't like you anyway."

He seems to be full of attitude this week.
I guess I have attitude when I have a really bad hair day too.

My Today,
Christy