This is Sampson.
He is a tiny, adorable Pomeranian dog. He weighs about ten pounds, soaking wet. His favorite activity is licking people's faces.
He is my mother's dog. My mother can no longer care for Sampson since she now lives at an assisted living facility.
Sampson was actually very helpful to us in first determining that our Mom had dementia. My siblings and I would find lots and lots of open cans of Mighty Dog on our Mom's kitchen floor. This was one of our first clues that something was wrong with our mother. She could not remember that she had already fed the dog (several times). Needless to say, as a family we are all very grateful to Sampson.
The assisted living facility does not take pets. But thankfully, my brother, Jason offered to care for Sampson when we moved Mom to her new home at the Village. Occasionally, however, my brother must travel out of town on business. So, while he is away, we take care of the lovable Sampson.
This week Jason is traveling, so we are babysitting Sampson once again.
As I mentioned, he is a small adorable dog HOWEVER he can also be very vocal, barking and circling our humble and submissive dog, Muffy. Now, Muffy outweighs Sampson by about twenty pounds, and should Muffy ever decide to fight back one day, Sampson would lose.....big time. This however, never happens, and Sampson remains the undefeated champ of the house. Except, of course, for the cat, who, with one swipe of his paw puts both Muffy and Sampson into a fear-induced coma.
Today, Sampson earned his merit badge for braveness as he fearlessly decided to take on the UPS guy.
"Barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark" Sampson snaps as the sound of the doorbell instantly transforms him into his alter ego of ferocious guard dog. I swear he actually grows a few inches.
Weston runs to the door to see who it is, and without thinking, he opens the door.
"Don't open the door!" I yell, but it is too late. Sampson has bolted out the door, barking furiously and headed like a torpedo directly toward the rather large UPS guy. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing as the mammoth delivery man freezes in his tracks.
"Holy shit!" he exclaims as he puts up his hands and backs tentatively away from the frenzied fur animal.
"It's OK," I shout, "he is very friendly!"
But the UPS guy doesn't believe me. He is frozen with fear and completely paralyzed as all the color drains from his face.
"He sounds vicious but he is really very tame," I try to explain.
I am laughing so hard I am crying. The boys are standing with their mouths open as they have never seen a large grown man run away from a small dog before. And little Sampson returns from his trial run as a guard dog rather pleased with himself for chasing the scary man away.
I am no dog whisperer but I could swear little Sampson was smiling.