Our boxer Sam is one funny dog. If you have ever had or know anyone that has had one, they are truly a joy for the family, but they certainly have their moments. This one is another in a long list of not so funny moments that turned hilarious.
Julie leaves the house. As usual, she realizes she forgot something. (I usually see how far I can count when left at home after she leaves, before she walks back in. The record is 17.) This time she leaves no one but The Boys at home.
She walks back in to catch Sam literally in the process of stealing two fresh baked cookies left on the kitchen island.
"Sam!", she yells, later telling me how frustrated she had been all day at both he and Max, our little Jack Russell mix. "Bad boy!!! Get in your bed!"
Sam, in fear of his life, jumps down still shocked from mom's sudden return. He has not mastered the counting trick that I have. (I said he was funny, not smart.)
The "butt-tucker" begins to run around the room. (We call him the butt-tucker due to the funny way he runs when he apparently fears his butt is about to be swatted. He has no tail, so he literally looks like he is trying to tuck his entire butt under where his tail should be).
Sam sees that the garage door is still open from mom walking in, so he decides he would make a run for it. Furthering his lucky streak, the minivan door was left open too.
He promptly jumps in and appears ready to make a getaway with the girls laughing their tails off in the back seat.
After a few minutes of cat and mouse with Sam hoping between the driver and passenger seats, Julie is able to get him back into the house.
But not before this great photo was taken.
Sam, oh boy.
Julie leaves the house. As usual, she realizes she forgot something. (I usually see how far I can count when left at home after she leaves, before she walks back in. The record is 17.) This time she leaves no one but The Boys at home.
She walks back in to catch Sam literally in the process of stealing two fresh baked cookies left on the kitchen island.
"Sam!", she yells, later telling me how frustrated she had been all day at both he and Max, our little Jack Russell mix. "Bad boy!!! Get in your bed!"
Sam, in fear of his life, jumps down still shocked from mom's sudden return. He has not mastered the counting trick that I have. (I said he was funny, not smart.)
The "butt-tucker" begins to run around the room. (We call him the butt-tucker due to the funny way he runs when he apparently fears his butt is about to be swatted. He has no tail, so he literally looks like he is trying to tuck his entire butt under where his tail should be).
Sam sees that the garage door is still open from mom walking in, so he decides he would make a run for it. Furthering his lucky streak, the minivan door was left open too.
He promptly jumps in and appears ready to make a getaway with the girls laughing their tails off in the back seat.
After a few minutes of cat and mouse with Sam hoping between the driver and passenger seats, Julie is able to get him back into the house.
But not before this great photo was taken.
Sam, oh boy.
