Samantha

November 7th was when Samantha (Sammy) arrived on my “doorstep.”  I was a general manager for a temporary help service that included executive secretaries and day laborers.  It was Friday, payday, and one of the workers walked in with a can in a brown bag in one hand and a very small whimpering dog in the other.  He said he had found it in a box on the corner of the street. He asked if anyone wanted it.  I told him to leave her and we would see what we could do.  The puppy was scrawny and looked underfed.  The only thing I had to offer was some milk, that she quickly lapped up.  I decided to take her home.  My husband and I had recently talked about getting a puppy and maybe this was serendipity. My husband was away on a business trip so it was just Sammy and me.  She cried and shook most of the night.  Neither of us got much sleep.  In the morning I put her in the kitchen covered in newspaper and put chairs and boxes around the perimeter to keep her in.  When I got home I opened the front door and saw my husband lying on the couch with his arm on the floor petting Sammy.  I said, “I guess you two have met.”  He told me he had opened the door and felt something between his legs and thought it was a rat. Thus, began our new life with Samantha. It was a journey that lasted 17 years that included our two daughters who had many good times with her, including dress up.

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About showgem

I am a wife, a mother, a fifth grade writing teacher, a sister, a daughter, a sibling, an aunt, a cousin, a friend, a co-worker, a yoga practitioner, a learner, a reader and a writer.
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3 Responses to Samantha

  1. Jone says:

    Dogs are our forever family members. This was a touching post.

  2. Everyone needs a dog.

    Thanks for sharing about your Samantha.

  3. Sweet story of how you met your pup! Glad to read about you taking her home!

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