Monthly Archives: December 2011

timeforbedsammy

timeforbedsammy comes at the end of the day.  i love it when mommy says that.  but first she turns off that talking box and goes upstairs.  mommy does some  other stuff  up there first so i wait down here under the fuzzy thing until mommy says timeforbedsammy.  then i run up the stairs.  sometimes i take soccerball with me.  if mommy is already in the room i go over and put my paws up there so she will pick me up and put me on there.  if she isn’t in there yet i have  my own thing to climb up so i can get up there on my own.  then mommy gets under the fuzzy things and i use my nose to crawl under there too.  then i lick mommy’s paw because i know that’s what timeforbedsammy means.  one time mommy was gone and grandpa was here and did timeforbedsammy but he didn’t know i stay under there because he pulled off all the fuzzy things and said sammyareyoubreathing.  then it was cold until he put the fuzzy things back.


soccerball

sometimes when i am standing on mommy’s lap and trying to lick her face she will say sammy where is your soccerball sammy go get your soccerball.  that is so exciting when she says that.  i know what that means.  that means I go find what mommy calls soccerball.  it is white and bounces and fits in my mouth.  then I go and bring it back to her.  but then mommy doesn’t always know what she is supposed to do next just like i said last time.  she just keeps sitting there staring at that big talking box.  but then sometimes mommy decides she doesn’t want soccerball after all and then she says sammy where is chewyball sammy go get chewyball.  that is so exciting when she says that.  then i go and find chewyball.  chewyball is the same shape as soccerball but not as big and makes a different noise when i drop it but doesn’t make a noise when i chew on it.  grandpa knows a good game with soccerball and chewyball but i will have to write about that later because i am getting ready to curl up on mommy and go to sleep.


games

i like games but mommy doesn’t always know how to play them.  today she was down in that bottom part of the house. i don’t go down there a lot but this week i found out there is a box that smells like sammy do you want a snack.  usually sammy do you want a snack is in the room where food is so i don’t know why this part is down there and mommy isn’t giving me any of it. then i saw what i need to start playing the game with mommy.  i think she calls it a sock. it was on the floor so i grabbed it with my teeth and ran upstairs.  when mommy came back up i stood in the doorway where the table is and looked at her.  in the game mommy comes and tries to get the sock away and then i run and then stop and look at mommy and then she comes and tries to get the sock and then i run and then stop and look at mommy. i don’t know why she doesn’t always know that.  she went into the room where sammy do you want a snack is and opened the bag and gave one to me. sammy do you want a snack is even better than the game so i forgot about the sock and mommy moved it somewhere.  i don’t know why mommy doesn’t know that i should get sammy do you want a snack and also games.


weekend

today is one of those days when mommy is home in the mornings. sometimes she leaves and sometimes she is here. she goes to someplace called work. I don’t know what that word means. whenever she goes to that place she always tells me good bye and reminds me that grandpa will be coming to see me and then sometimes she tells me that then it will be the weekend. weekend must be when mommy is here more of the time. i like weekend. though i also like the other days when grandpa comes to visit. grandpa lets me out into the yard and we go around outside with that thing that grandpa hangs onto the end of. and then grandpa turns on that loud talking box and he watches those people who punch and kick each other.


i am sammy

hello my name is sammy and i am a dog with a long nose i am using to type this message i am going to let people know about my life. my whole name is samuel rathbone montgomery which is as long as my nose.  i think i am supposed to make some of these into big letters but i cant because i am using my nose. i heard mommy say people wanted me to write about my life so this is where i will start.