<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:40:54.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales From The Snarfside</title><subtitle type='html'>So Much To Snarf, So Little Time.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-3851448517067146675</id><published>2007-05-21T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:18:41.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hip Horray!!!</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy got married Saturday!!!! Here are a couple of pictures. Now that mommy is not wedding planning all of the time, she is going to help us post more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All pictures taken by sjmackey photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERn_RDmpI/AAAAAAAAA38/Zy65gM1gdJo/s1600/-047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERn_RDmpI/AAAAAAAAA38/Zy65gM1gdJo/s1600/-047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a little miffed that cinnamon got to go but we did not. Freddie says it's because I get to excited and forget my manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERPfRDmkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/erBFCbxwbWQ/s1600/-120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERPfRDmkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/erBFCbxwbWQ/s1600/-120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy works for the Blues and this is one of their favorite pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERn_RDmpI/AAAAAAAAA38/Zy65gM1gdJo/s1600-h/-047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERn_RDmpI/AAAAAAAAA38/Zy65gM1gdJo/s1600-h/-047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERjfRDmoI/AAAAAAAAA30/l_LdWOTK1UA/s1600/-050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERjfRDmoI/AAAAAAAAA30/l_LdWOTK1UA/s1600/-050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture that someone made to decorate mommy's office. They know her love of pugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERPfRDmkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/erBFCbxwbWQ/s1600-h/-120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERPfRDmkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/erBFCbxwbWQ/s1600-h/-120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-3851448517067146675?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/3851448517067146675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=3851448517067146675&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/3851448517067146675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/3851448517067146675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2007/05/hip-hip-horray.html' title='Hip Hip Horray!!!'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQPfJ_9Kw7U/RlERn_RDmpI/AAAAAAAAA38/Zy65gM1gdJo/s72-c/-047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-116772100111732268</id><published>2007-01-02T00:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:56:41.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Update</title><content type='html'>Mommy lost our digital camera, so there will be no new pictures, until she finds it. She is going to tear the house apart on Saturday and see if she can find it. We have volunteered to help tear the house about.  Pugs are good at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa came and visited last week, Santa rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new bed that share with Fredbird, a whole bag of greenies for me, a huge water feeder, a new rope and a bunch of treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddie got a new collar, a new pink coat, a food bowl, and a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddie wore her black satin dress for Christmas with her pearl collar. Mama Shirley said that she looked like barbara bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-116772100111732268?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/116772100111732268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=116772100111732268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/116772100111732268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/116772100111732268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2007/01/holiday-update.html' title='Holiday Update'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-116582129224156781</id><published>2006-12-11T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:14:52.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Despite what others might say I have been a really good boy this year. I would like the following.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;rope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;pig toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;larger feeder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;collar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;treats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;pup tarts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Thanks for your consideration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Samson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Dear Santa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;It is my second Christmas with my family, I am glad that I got a new family, but Samson is crazy as you know. He licks my ears, bites my legs, steals my toys and treats. He's is really a pain. For Christmas I would like the following.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;fluffy furry bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;any clothes with fur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;a fluffy bed pillow of my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;pink collar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;treats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;anything that Merrylog has, she is sooo lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;a new brother or sister please!! You've seen Samson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Much love and respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Queen Freddie Rene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-116582129224156781?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/116582129224156781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=116582129224156781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/116582129224156781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/116582129224156781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2006/12/letters-to-santa.html' title='Letters to Santa'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-116516315046900306</id><published>2006-12-03T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T10:25:50.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>We are sad to announce that our grandma's dog Uncle Tater has died. He was old and wise and not real sure of all of us youngin pugs, but will surely be missed.  His Brother Uncle Roger is doing okay considering.  Our sister Meow Meow may go live with Grandma to keep him company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson and Freddie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-116516315046900306?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/116516315046900306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=116516315046900306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/116516315046900306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/116516315046900306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2006/12/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-116106112248713867</id><published>2006-10-16T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:58:42.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an excellent pug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ=up6=zqH:xxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPPn?87KR6xqpxQQelxQPGxneaxv8uOc5xQQQoeanPQJJeoqpfVtB?*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPPnRup6G00/of=50,590,393"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ%7C%3Dup6%3DzqH%3AxxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPoJ%3F87KR6xqpxQQelxQPGxneaxv8uOc5xQQQoeanQaPaJeqpfVtB%3F*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPoJ%7CRup6G00%7C/of=50,590,393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ=up6=zqH:xxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPoo?87KR6xqpxQQelxQPGxneaxv8uOc5xQQQoeanQaPaGaqpfVtB?*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPooRup6G00/of=50,590,393"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ%7C%3Dup6%3DzqH%3AxxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPoo%3F87KR6xqpxQQelxQPGxneaxv8uOc5xQQQoeanQaPaGaqpfVtB%3F*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPoo%7CRup6G00%7C/of=50,590,393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ=up6=zqH:xxqUD7qRUrKxzX7BHpUUKxgXPoJ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings all!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I have not posted in a while, my secretary (mommy) is in grad school and is very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures yesterday and here are a couple of the proofs for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post soon, but posing for photos wears me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snarf you later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-116106112248713867?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/116106112248713867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=116106112248713867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/116106112248713867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/116106112248713867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-excellent-pug.html' title='I am an excellent pug'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-115143901556889056</id><published>2006-06-27T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:11:34.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snarfutations!</title><content type='html'>Hello all!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all of your thoughts on what to call Freddie's day. They are alot better than the anniversary of the night mommy, daddy and Rene went to a not so nice part of the city to rescue Freddie from the people that kept her in a cat carrier all day and never brushed, bathed or trimmed her nails day. Besides thats a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's laptop crashed, so she is having to hijack daddy's computer these days. Luckily she was able to get most of our pictures of us off of the old laptop so it is not a total loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on here, it's been very hot so we don't get to play outside a whole lot. We went to Petsmart a couple of weeks ago, it was awesome. We now have rules when we go to petsmart, because the time before last I got too excited and jumped out of the car without mommy or daddy and ran across the parking lot. Mommy cried. Freddie says it was because I scared mommy badly. I think it was because Freddie had an accident in the store. Mommies are odd you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am not happy with the Frontline commercial people. I do not have fleas, I am not dirty, I am a PUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gotta go! Mommy just turned on the shower, hopefully she didn't get the door closed all of the way and I can get in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snarf you later.&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-115143901556889056?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/115143901556889056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=115143901556889056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/115143901556889056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/115143901556889056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2006/06/snarfutations.html' title='Snarfutations!'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-115069190124189495</id><published>2006-06-18T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:38:21.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do we call it?</title><content type='html'>At the end of August we will have had Fredbird for 1 year. We celebrate my birthday, but do not know when Fred's is due to the rescue thingy. Mommy is going Freddie a get a present like I got for my birthday, but what do we call the day? Forever home anniversary? Please help. I want Freddie to have a special day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snarf you later,&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shh don't tell Freddie.... Here is what mommy is getting Freddie for her day. We saw it on Meredith's site, she has everything! I think she should get to wear it for the wedding as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pamperedpuppy.com/features/merryv/200606_metropaws.php"&gt;http://www.pamperedpuppy.com/features/merryv/200606_metropaws.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-115069190124189495?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/115069190124189495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=115069190124189495&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/115069190124189495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/115069190124189495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-do-we-call-it.html' title='What do we call it?'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-115035322341076954</id><published>2006-06-15T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T01:33:43.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frontline</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else have a problem with the new frontline commercial? It portrays the pug and pug owner as being less intelligent and therefore has flees. Arggg. Pugs Rule and Boston Terriers drule. Maybe there is a cat and Boston terrier conspiracy as well, I need to email Iggy and Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snarfs for thought.&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-115035322341076954?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/115035322341076954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=115035322341076954&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/115035322341076954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/115035322341076954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2006/06/frontline.html' title='Frontline'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-114832588700290566</id><published>2006-05-22T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T14:24:47.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Snarfland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;what?&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0035.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A snarf doing what a snarf does best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't do it, but I'm looking at who did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay mommy, I helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it sure is hectic here, Mommy just started grad school and is trying to plan a wedding for next May. We are going to the wedding but we are not going to be at the church part. After much discussion, it has been decided that I, Snarf will not sit still long enough to attend. Instead we are petitioning to be the official greeters at both receptions. Mommy found us some great outfits over at merrylog's site. Daddy is still not sure that we will behave enough to get to go. I'm not sure why they doubt our goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I colored the couch with a pink highlighter.&lt;br /&gt;So Freddie destroyed the brand new mini blind by sitting in them&lt;br /&gt;So we figured out how to unlock the doggie door and made a mess in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;So I scared 10 years off of Mommy's life and made her cry when I got out of the car and ran across the Brentwood Prominade parking lot. (I may never get to go bye-byes again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in a pug days work. Anyway the wedding is a while off. I would really like a blue ruffled tux shirt to wear myself. We will continue to work on Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all.&lt;br /&gt;Samson and Freddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-114832588700290566?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/114832588700290566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=114832588700290566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/114832588700290566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/114832588700290566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2006/05/greetings-from-snarfland.html' title='Greetings from Snarfland!'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-114048048248453361</id><published>2006-02-20T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T18:08:02.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We had a family meeting with Daddy. The major topic of discussion was why eating shoes was bad. Ugg. He also showed us the gift he got for Mommy. It was a secret, but Freddie found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF00531.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF00531.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Long Story Short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;                             Daddy Asked.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;                                           Mommy Said Yes......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;                                                            Mommy &amp; Daddy are getting married!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF00591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF00591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Not the best of pictures, but you get the idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we'll get to be in the wedding&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;                                                              Samson and Freddie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-114048048248453361?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/114048048248453361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=114048048248453361&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/114048048248453361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/114048048248453361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2006/02/family-meeting.html' title='Family Meeting'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-113859663547217967</id><published>2006-01-29T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:50:35.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hello all! Sorry we haven't posted in while. Our webmaster Mommy works for an arena, it's a big place where they have all sorts of stuff. Sometimes she takes us with her on non-event days and we play with all of the people in her office. We really want to run around on the event level,  but she doesn't let us go out and play on the hockey ice (bummer!) Anyway, her building has hosted 46 events this month, so she has not been home very much. She's had Blues games, SLU games, Grover, US Figure Skating, Harlem Globetrotters and my favorite the Rolling Stones. They sing my favorite song "Snarf me up".  We promise that we will be posting more often now. Our first project for February is update all of our pug links. If you have a pug site that is not listed in our links, please leave your address in a comment and we will add it to our site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snarf you later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113859663547217967?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/113859663547217967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=113859663547217967&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113859663547217967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113859663547217967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2006/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-113565696303085208</id><published>2005-12-26T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T22:16:03.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Grandma's for Christmas and had a wonderful time. Mommy promises to post pictures once she is rested today. We hope that everyone had a very safe and happy holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Snarfs,&lt;br /&gt;Samson and Freddie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113565696303085208?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/113565696303085208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=113565696303085208&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113565696303085208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113565696303085208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-113423922809865620</id><published>2005-12-10T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T12:27:08.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Saturday! It snowed this week in St. Louis! Freddie and I had a blast. Here are some of our pictures !&lt;br /&gt;Happy Snarfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please go check out Riley's Site &lt;a href="http://rileypug.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rileypug.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Riley has a new brother named Buddy and he is adorable! I see that the sibling bug has biten a bunch of us pugs lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like my coat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF00651.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF00651.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can we please go out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF00541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF00541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why are we out here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF00632.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF00632.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice Shot Fredbird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113423922809865620?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/113423922809865620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=113423922809865620&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113423922809865620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113423922809865620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-113401825537333922</id><published>2005-12-07T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:04:15.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Day EVER!</title><content type='html'>The other day was the best day ever! Mommy said that we were going to Petsmart, (our favorite place on EARTH!) but that we had to go to Petco first to look at holiday sweaters. So we got in the car and I immediately noticed that we were going the wrong way. We went to Petco, it was okay. Then we got back in the car and Mommy said that we were going to Petsmart, but it wasn't our Petsmart. It was weird, it wasn't as big and great as my Petsmart. So we walked around, it was okay. I wasn't impressed, Freddie looked bored. So we went back to the car and headed home. I cried lots, I wanted to go to me and Freddie's Petsmart. Mommy didn't get off at our exit to go home and then I realized that Mommy was going to our Petsmart!!! We went in and walked around, we got treats and it was the BEST! Mommy said that she is pug whipped. We didn't spank her, but we love her for taking us to three pet stores in one day. We got to go to our PETSMART!!! It rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113401825537333922?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/113401825537333922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=113401825537333922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113401825537333922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113401825537333922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/12/best-day-ever.html' title='Best Day EVER!'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-113401676914031638</id><published>2005-12-07T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:39:29.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pug Snuggly</title><content type='html'>Pug snuggly's are special jackets for pugs. They are really adorable, you can look at them at &lt;a href="http://www.pugsnuggly.com"&gt;www.pugsnuggly.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113401676914031638?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/113401676914031638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=113401676914031638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113401676914031638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113401676914031638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/12/pug-snuggly.html' title='Pug Snuggly'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-113381642644660243</id><published>2005-12-05T14:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:00:28.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Santa, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My name is Samson and I am a good pug.  I saw your picture at Petsmart and Mommy tells me that you bring presents to good little girl and boy pugs. Since I have been excellant all year long, I thought I would write you a letter and help with your snarf shopping. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would like .......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                        a tobacco colored pug snuggly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                        Pnutz treats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                        Busy Bone treats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                        a Retro Pet collar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                        a new leash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                        a new stuffed pig&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                        Cookies for BuBu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                        Qtips of my very own to eat, (Mommy won't share hers, Bad Mommy!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                        &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for your consideration and I will make sure that you get nice treats on Christmas Eve. I might even share my Pnutz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love and Snarfs,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dear Santa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My name is Freddie and I am writing to you to say Don't let Samson snow you. He bites my ears and my legs. He always wants to pug fight. He hogs all of the treats, he doesn't know how to share or behave. He snarfs all over me and everything else. I am truly Good and would like the following for Christmas because I am really the good pug in our house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                     a black pug snuggly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                     a Retro Pet Collar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                     Treats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                     Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                     a fluffy new bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                     Cookies for Bubu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                     anything of Merrylogs, that girl's got everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Freddie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113381642644660243?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/113381642644660243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=113381642644660243&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113381642644660243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113381642644660243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/12/letters-to-santa.html' title='Letters to Santa'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-113381539307199114</id><published>2005-12-05T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T14:43:14.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>Season's Greetings All!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much new here in Snarfland. Mommy has been in overdrive trying to get a picture of us for her holiday cards. We haven't been exactly cooperating. Oh well, here are a few of the new pictures she took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love and Snarfing,&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boy, we look thrilled don't we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi Mommy, is this what you wanted us to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Tablecloth is making me ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, I'm a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113381539307199114?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/113381539307199114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=113381539307199114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113381539307199114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113381539307199114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-cards.html' title='Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-113182987793410615</id><published>2005-11-12T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T15:11:17.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/2%20fred1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/2%20fred1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greetings from Snarfland&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/128sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/128sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my bone while Mommy does laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/1%20fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/1%20fred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Freddie with my bone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mommy is done with school for now. She starts her master's degree in the January. We are very busy as normal. We have been going for walks in our neighborhood and running errands with Mommy and Daddy. We make our regular trips to Petsmart and we even got to go to Three Dog Bakery for puptarts. Ummm love puptarts. There are lots of leaves in our yard this year so Fredbird and I have been chasing them. My Birthday is on the 25th, Mommy is up to something......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is coming from Illinois to visit us this weekend so we got our baths today and are having to be extra good. Mommy doesn't like when we fight over treats, toys and bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snarf you later,&lt;br /&gt;Samson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113182987793410615?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/113182987793410615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=113182987793410615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113182987793410615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113182987793410615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/11/greetings.html' title='Greetings!'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-113029077695470160</id><published>2005-10-25T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:39:36.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings All!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fredbird chillin at g-ma's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/sam1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/sam1351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am testing to make sure the rope still tastes the same at g-ma's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Umm... Is Meow Meow suppose to be outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/sam134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/sam134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't look down, don't look down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/sammel61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/sammel61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If Meow can nap here so can I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has one week of class left and then she has her bachelor's degree. We are very excited. Mommy and Daddy are not dressing us up for halloween. (thank goodness) Daddy grew up in Alaska, so he is very bah humbug about the whole halloween thing, Mommy will be in class, so we have escaped Mommy's plot to dress us as a pig and a cow this year. We are Pugs, we do not need clothes. Silly Mommy. Nothing new this week, but here are some pictures of our journeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snarf you later,&lt;br /&gt;Samson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-113029077695470160?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/113029077695470160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=113029077695470160&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113029077695470160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/113029077695470160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/10/greetings-all.html' title='Greetings All!'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112934838952900463</id><published>2005-10-14T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:53:09.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Hello from snarfland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been around lately. Mommy is finishing up her degree this month and she is super stressed about that and work. It's her busy season. Fredbird (my nickname for Freddie) and I have been really busy ourselves. We both spent sometime at the Vet, Fred more so then me. She came with a present from her last owners, heartworm. Mommy tried to explain it to me but ugg it's gross. We went to g-ma's for Aunt Rosalie's wedding. Freddie hadn't ever gotten to meet g-ma before. It was an awesome trip. Aunt Rosalie and Jerry got a new dog named Lucky. Jerry's has family in LA and after Katrina they found Lucky trapped on a balcony at destroyed apartment complex. Someone had left him there tied up during the storm. We can't get Mommy started on that topic. She says bad words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy promised to take new pictures this weekend, Freddie still doesn't like the camera, but I working on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112934838952900463?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112934838952900463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112934838952900463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112934838952900463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112934838952900463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112647184441790355</id><published>2005-09-11T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T15:56:43.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Pet Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred%20collar11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred%20collar11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Collar View 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred%20collar%2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred%20collar%2031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Collar view 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/6%20fred1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/6%20fred1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Collar on Freddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/3%20fred12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/3%20fred12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Freddie hiding on the other side of the room so that we don't take her collar again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/130%20sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/130%20sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/130%20sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/130%20sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know Freddie did not come from the best of conditions, she's not willing to share her experiences at this time, but it was clear that she was not given the love, toys and treats she deserves. We have been getting Freddie her own toys and such, but Mommy has been on a mission to find a special collar for Freddie, her old one was icky and her collar said gurl, that was her old name. Mommy has ventured to every pet store and pet site and finally found an awesome collar at an Ebay store called Retro Pet. All of the collars are hand made and are very reasonably priced. Freddie's collar arrived on Wednesday and she LOVES it. She get cranky when you try and take it off or touch it. She pranced arround the house and was so happy to have her new collar. Freddie's camera shy so it was hard to get a picture of it on her, but here are a couple of pictures of the collar. I am going to ask Santa for a Retro Pet collar for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Kara asked if I was still eating poo. I still like poo, but haven't eaten any since getting a sister, so maybe a sibling is the true remedy for ending poo eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update: Mommy is so smart! There is now a link to Retro Pet under the Non-Pug links on the right. Check it out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112647184441790355?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112647184441790355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112647184441790355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112647184441790355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112647184441790355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/09/cool-pet-stuff.html' title='Cool Pet Stuff'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112647078813087410</id><published>2005-09-11T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T15:33:08.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/130%20sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/130%20sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday! Sorry for the delay in posts, but it has been very hectic around here. Mommy's been training new staff, going to school and working. Freddie and I are playing with Daddy and Melody a lot. I have discovered that Freddie is camera shy and does not like it when the camera is brought out, she hides from the camera so we are trying to work on that little issue. Everything else is going great. It's hot in St. Louis, but we have been going on evening walks. Last weekend grandma, Aunt Audrey, Hayden and Chandler came to visit. I don't think Hayden liked me all that much. He likes to run, so I run after him and then he cries. Strange humans, I just want to play. Chandler petted us and played with us, we liked her a lot. There are a lot of pugs and pets that are in need due to recent events in the south, if you can please help out. Petsmart and the Humane Society are just two of the organizations trying to help animals in needs. Please visit &lt;a href="http://www.petsmart.com"&gt;www.petsmart.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.hsus.org"&gt;www.hsus.org&lt;/a&gt; to donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Snarfs&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112647078813087410?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112647078813087410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112647078813087410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112647078813087410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112647078813087410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/09/busy-week.html' title='Busy Week'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112563890428114786</id><published>2005-09-02T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:33:33.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><content type='html'>Things are going great here. We have been to Petsmart numerous times, we've gone bu-byes, on walks, played in the yard, and played with our toys. Freddie doesn't have the engery that the Snarf has, so she has to take breaks and find a lap. She loves giving kisses, especially ear kisses, we each take a side and snarf Daddy. It's great! Some people have asked how Freddie got her name. When Mommy and Daddy first answered the ad me and Daddy were listening to Queen music and Daddy wanted to name the new pug Freddie. When we found out the the pug was a girl, Daddy still liked the name Freddie. Mommy added the Queen part (Daddy is not sure that he likes it) and they decided to add the Rene, because Rene helped us get her. My middle name is Taylor after my breeder's daughter who grilled Mommy and Daddy to make sure that they would take good care of me. I personally liked Fat Bottom Girl, but Mommy said that it wasn't nice. All is good in the Samsonhood.&lt;br /&gt;More pictures and updates to come. Check out  Freddie's Dogster page, you'll find the link to the right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snarf you later.&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This is her after her full bath and salon treatment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smiling Pug&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112563890428114786?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112563890428114786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112563890428114786&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112563890428114786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112563890428114786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-three.html' title='Day Three'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112551940297784428</id><published>2005-08-31T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T15:31:08.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introducing... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queen Freddie Rene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred1211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred1211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She's so pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What has she gotten herself into? Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/FRED1511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/FRED1511.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Freddie is still a little camera shy, this is the only picture of the both of us and of course I look like a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred614.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred131.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Freddie chilling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112551940297784428?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112551940297784428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112551940297784428&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112551940297784428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112551940297784428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/08/big-news.html' title='Big News'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112551866743261596</id><published>2005-08-31T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T15:29:47.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mommy and Daddy went on a great adventure this week. A couple of weeks ago they answered an ad for a free pug on pugs.com. I was very excited, I was ready for a new brother or sister. Then the adoption fell through, and we were all very sad and bummed. Then Mommy got a call on Monday night saying that the people couldn't take care of Freddie any longer and that we could come and pick her up. Mommy, Daddy and Rene went to the city and rescued Freddie from her old owners. Freddie lived in a small cat crate and had not been loved, brushed, bathed or had her nails trimmed in a long time. Mommy and Daddy brought her home and we had a pugtona 500 in the living room and then I showed her the backyard. Daddy brushed her on the back porch and there was fur everywhere. We came in and it was spa time, she got the full royal treatment that she deserved; brushing, scrubbing, trimming, loving and wrinkle, teeth and ear cleaning. We were so excited that we didn't sleep all night long. We just played and played. When we finally went ni-night she didn't know what to do she had never slept in a bed before. I showed her the ropes. We almost had some problems when she took my bone, Mommy says that I have to share now, I don't mind. On Tuesday Mommy took her to the vet and we went to Petsmart. She loved Petsmart, she didn't know what to think. She never had toys or treats in her old home. Mommy says that some people shouldn't own dogs if they can't love and take care of them. I agree. Mommy says that the important thing is that now Freddie is with us and will be loved forever. I love my new sister, even if she did pee on the bed, okay it was me again. I was super excited though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's not everyday that you get a new sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Samson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/fred91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/fred91.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't I Cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112551866743261596?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112551866743261596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112551866743261596&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112551866743261596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112551866743261596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/08/adventure.html' title='Adventure'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112549605320663592</id><published>2005-08-31T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T08:47:33.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update- Big News Coming!</title><content type='html'>Good Morning All! We've been really busy the last few days with lots of fun and not so fun things happening. Mommy had a post all ready on Monday, but we had a last minute change in plans. A change for the better. Check back this evening, we have a super snarf post that you don't want to miss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate secrets, but Mommy is bribing me with treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112549605320663592?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112549605320663592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112549605320663592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112549605320663592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112549605320663592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/08/update-big-news-coming.html' title='Update- Big News Coming!'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112502358456508934</id><published>2005-08-25T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:33:04.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/120sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/120sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's me trying to eat the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/122sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/122sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's me with the hat. Note the restraint.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy saw a hat at Petsmart.com before we went to grandma's last month. We had to go to four different Petsmart stores to see if they had it. They didn't, so I thought I was saved. Last week Mom and Dad go to Petsmart and what do they come back with .... The HAT! uggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Snarfs&lt;br /&gt;Samson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112502358456508934?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112502358456508934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112502358456508934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112502358456508934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112502358456508934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/08/hat.html' title='The Hat'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112475700317898563</id><published>2005-08-22T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T19:30:04.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/glasses7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/glasses7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/glasses61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/glasses61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/glasses2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/glasses2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you look closely in this one you see the suspect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mommy had to go to an offsite hiring session today, so she was home early. We were playing and she was checking her email. Mommy got brand new glasses about a week ago, they look really nice, I like them a whole lot. She went to the bathroom and left her glasses on the nightstand. I decided to inspect them...... I don 't know what happened. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112475700317898563?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112475700317898563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112475700317898563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112475700317898563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112475700317898563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/08/glasses.html' title='Glasses'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112475052639651797</id><published>2005-08-22T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T17:50:24.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you are a pug lover......</title><content type='html'>Go to Bubu's site (link on the right) and go back throught the archives. Bubu is one funny guy and the Pug Poems are killer. The poems are sometime in the winter months, sorry I don't remember when. You must check them out. Momma read them to Daddy and he just howled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Snarfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update: I gave Momma the mission to go look up the poems, they are from February. Momma had to read them all over again. She laughed and laughed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112475052639651797?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112475052639651797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112475052639651797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112475052639651797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112475052639651797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/08/if-you-are-pug-lover.html' title='If you are a pug lover......'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112475030911393894</id><published>2005-08-22T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T17:43:37.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is me at 14 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is me on my first day home exploring the yard for the first time. I was a small fry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mommy and I go to lots of other pug sites and it seems that everyone is feeling nostalgic lately. I thought I would also include two of my baby pictures from when I was a small snarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. if you haven't already go see the Roy's new sister Gwen at &lt;a href="http://www.roythepug.com"&gt;www.roythepug.com&lt;/a&gt;. I wish I had a sister. HINT HINT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112475030911393894?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112475030911393894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112475030911393894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112475030911393894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112475030911393894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/08/baby-pictures.html' title='Baby Pictures'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112405954059624365</id><published>2005-08-14T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:45:40.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/114sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/114sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/89sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/89sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where's Samson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/95sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/95sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who loves you Baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/113sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/113sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cuddle Bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112405954059624365?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112405954059624365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112405954059624365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112405954059624365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112405954059624365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/08/hi-wheres-samson-who-loves-you-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112405926565628198</id><published>2005-08-14T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:41:05.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Rain, Rain Go Away, Come Again Another Day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rained the last two days here, yesterday there was a really bad storm. We have some branches and power lines down. Uncle Roger and Tater spent the night because their mommy is out of town and they were scared of the storms. Grandma was also here visiting so we had a house full. I was in a very cuddling mood for most of the week, so I was extra lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snarf you later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112405926565628198?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112405926565628198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112405926565628198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112405926565628198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112405926565628198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/08/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112346065066585270</id><published>2005-08-07T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T19:24:10.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Pictures</title><content type='html'>Hello all! I can't believe that it has been almost a month since Tales for the Snarfside began. I want to thank all of the people that come to my site and read about my snarf adventures. I apparently have a fan club now, though I'm not sure what a fan club is. Mom says that I have an admirer named Sasha and that she is a super hero. You can check out her link to the right. Thanks for visiting and more snarfing to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekend Pictures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/68sam1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/68sam1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is me playing in the backyard.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/56sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/56sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is me getting caught trying to steal a shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/85sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/85sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This is me still in the backyard, relaxing minus the goofy t-shirt Mommy made me wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/87sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/87sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is me posing for my fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/81sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/81sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just enjoying playing in the backyard with&lt;/span&gt; Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112346065066585270?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112346065066585270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112346065066585270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112346065066585270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112346065066585270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend-pictures.html' title='Weekend Pictures'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112328356186533133</id><published>2005-08-05T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T18:12:41.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/sam3211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/sam3211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness it's Friday and this crazy week is over. I know a couple of pugs that are either sick or hurt and some human friends of Mom's that got hurt. It's time to start a new week and hope that there is no more injuries. Last night I got an emergency bath, I went outside and when I came in I made Momma gag. They thought I was eating poo again, but it was worse than that, so into the tub I went. I'm not sure what they smelled, but I enjoyed my bath. Not that I don't tend to eat poo now and again. Mom has been reading all of the pug sites to find ways to make me stop. Poor foolish Momma. We are spending a quiet evening at home, we are going to watch Eddie Izzard and Napolean Dynamite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, (wishing I had a vespa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Executive Pug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112328356186533133?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112328356186533133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112328356186533133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112328356186533133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112328356186533133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112303154074429815</id><published>2005-08-02T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T20:12:20.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/34sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/34sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is movie night at my house, Mom and Dad ate dinner and we watched Men in Black II. There is a pug in the movie named Frank. I would like to be his partner. Mom says that I can't be in Men in Black or have gooey buttery popcorn. Umph... a pug can dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I want to send out get well wishes to my friend Wally who is recovering from a paw injury and Mylo from &lt;a href="http://lifeofapug.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lifeofapug.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, who also hurt his paw. Mom told me what happened to both of them and it gave me chills. Get Well Soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snarf you later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112303154074429815?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112303154074429815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112303154074429815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112303154074429815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112303154074429815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/08/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112273866492607458</id><published>2005-07-30T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T10:51:04.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Snarfday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/43sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/43sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/39sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/39sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning all! I have recovered from my weekend with the house guests and everything is back to normal. This morning Mom and I went on my first walk around the neighborhood. It was a lot of fun. I wanted to snarf everything, but Mom said next time. Then we came home and the mowers arrived. I sat in the front window and watched them. They sure do make a lot of noise. Happy snarfing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112273866492607458?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112273866492607458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112273866492607458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112273866492607458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112273866492607458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-snarfday.html' title='Happy Snarfday'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112216620367837290</id><published>2005-07-23T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T19:50:03.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Guests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/hellweek101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/hellweek101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Greenies, Check. Toys, Check. Kibble, Check. I'm Ready for Guests. Maybe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all! I have house guests this weekend. Dad's Mom had to go out town, so we have her two dogs my uncles Roger and Tater. We don't see each other very often so they don't really know or like me a whole lot. They stayed with us this Spring and we were kept on separate sides of the house. Daddy said that I was a baby and that Roger was a teaser, so we keep separated. The new house is too small to separate, so it's been very frustrating so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried showing them around the house and backyard, I guess they weren't impressed. So far I've learned that they bark a lot, and they get mad if I walk in the room, by them or near Daddy. He's my Daddy! I just don't understand, why don't they want to play with me! Momma says that they are old and can't keep up with the Snarf, but Roger starts to play, changes his mind and then I get yelled at and told no. Come on, make up your mind either were playing or were not. He spent most of the morning under the chair barking. I thought he was stuck, so I tried to climb under the chair too. He wasn't stuck and he wasn't happy to see me. He ate some of my puppy food, he seemed to really enjoy it until Momma told him no. I was hoping that it would give him Puppy Power, but alas, nothing. I even tried sharing my treats, how could they not like Greenies! Tater is older and he stays to himself. I would like to spend some time with him, I let him lay on my bed and my perch, and he just barks at me. Maybe he's just quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna play and wrestle. Pllleeeaaasssee, I'll be gentle. When Roger starts to play, I get my hopes up and get all excited and then nothing. Then I'm all worked up and Momma and Daddy have to take me to the bedroom, because I'm too worked up and then I make myself sick. I got so excited last night that I hurled, I haven't hurled since my first day and that was because of Momma's driving. Ugh. Stop Teasing the Snarf! I can't wait until we get my new brother or sister this Winter. Then I'll have someone to snarf around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really beat. Having house guests is hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112216620367837290?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112216620367837290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112216620367837290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112216620367837290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112216620367837290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/house-guests.html' title='House Guests'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112181146300087326</id><published>2005-07-19T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:17:43.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOFFFF!</title><content type='html'>It's been pretty slow around here today, Momma went to work. Snarf's are bored. After the peeing on the bed incident, I'm not allowed in the bedroom unless someone is with me. They put the gate in front of the door, so Meow Meow can jump it, but I can't. pffff! I want to nap on the big bed too! All I get to do is lay on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/12sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/12sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/13sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/13sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/11sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/11sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112181146300087326?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112181146300087326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112181146300087326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112181146300087326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112181146300087326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/wooooffff.html' title='WOOOOFFFF!'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112181070926492847</id><published>2005-07-19T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:05:09.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/18sam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/18sam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I found a new toy on Momma's table, I decided to take it outside with me and play with it for while. Daddy saw what I was playing with and told Momma not to look outside. Momma thought he was being silly so she didn't look. Poor foolish Momma. I continued playing with my toy. This morning Momma takes me out and sees my new toy. I was very happy to have my toy back to play with so I promptly go out the door and begin chewing on it. Momma got mad and called me a "bad pug" (for the record, there is no such thing). I just laid on the sidewalk and continued chewing. Momma then came out and tried to take away my new toy, that I guess technically is really hers. We played chase around the yard while she was trying to get back her toy. Finally, we went inside and showed Daddy my toy and she took my picture as evidence. Daddy told Momma it was her fault for leaving it in a place where the Snarf could get to it. I liked my new toy while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to find Momma's head bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Samson "Executive Pug"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112181070926492847?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112181070926492847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112181070926492847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112181070926492847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112181070926492847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-toy.html' title='New toy'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112162764649964586</id><published>2005-07-17T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T14:14:06.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/sam3511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/sam3511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wanted: Samson Taylor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fly-by Ear Snarfing and Fry Theft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/sam341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/sam341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/sam3111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/sam3111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don Samson Says: More Greenies and French Fries Or Else He's Sending In Meow Meow For Payment Collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/mel3012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/mel3012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112162764649964586?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112162764649964586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112162764649964586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112162764649964586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112162764649964586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/sunday-humor.html' title='Sunday Humor'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112157190718916139</id><published>2005-07-16T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T22:45:07.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/sam23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/sam23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma - That doesn't look like my Blog.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112157190718916139?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112157190718916139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112157190718916139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112157190718916139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112157190718916139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/ummm.html' title='Ummm......'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112156112849070730</id><published>2005-07-16T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T19:45:28.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get this thing off of me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/sam131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/400/sam131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm only smiling because she's holding a pup tart. &lt;br /&gt;Get this &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; off of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112156112849070730?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112156112849070730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112156112849070730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112156112849070730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112156112849070730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/get-this-thing-off-of-me.html' title='Get this thing off of me....'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112156034808758269</id><published>2005-07-16T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T19:32:28.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturday..</title><content type='html'>It's been a pretty lazy day around here today. Mom had to work this morning, so Dad, Meow Meow and I slept in. It's a very hot day today in the Lou. Dad didn't want to go anywhere so Mom and I went on a short trip to Petsmart. I love Petsmart. We looked at all of the animals that were up for adoption. I hope nice people come and take them to their forever homes. I tried to play with the Golden that was there to teach the obedience class. He was a complete drag, all proper and such. I told him to lighten up, life was to short to be proper and perfect all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many people know... Pugs and heat do not mix. Momma wants me to practice with my leash (ugg) so we go to Petsmart and practice. We walked the whole store many times and I showed how I can sit and come. Ok, I'm not perfect, but I'm getting better. We left Petsmart and went to a new place called Three Dog Bakery. It's a place full of dog treats. The women there were very nice and they let me try lots of delicacies. I like places that allow dogs to visit. It allows me to meet new people and snarf them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so excited when I meet new people that I really can't have treats. We bought two puppy tarts and that &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;. Those type of &lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt; happen when Dad lets Mom and I go shopping without him. I'm not really happy about the &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;, Mommy says it's cute, Daddy says that it is appropriate. I think that Meow Meow should have to wear it. As soon as Momma leaves the room, I'm putting that &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; on the bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Go, I'm feeling very snarfly cuddly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112156034808758269?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112156034808758269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112156034808758269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112156034808758269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112156034808758269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/lazy-saturday.html' title='Lazy Saturday..'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112147613758327939</id><published>2005-07-15T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:08:57.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snarfing and Blogging makes me so.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112147613758327939?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112147613758327939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112147613758327939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112147613758327939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112147613758327939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/snarfing-and-blogging-makes-me-so.html' title='Snarfing and Blogging makes me so.......'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112147602778900042</id><published>2005-07-15T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:07:07.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday!</title><content type='html'>It's Friday and Tales from the Snarf is one week old! It's been a busy first week, it's hard snarfing everything and keeping up with my snarf blog. I'm happy to report that last two days have been better on the potty front. Mom and Dad have been home the last two days, Mom was sick today so I was nursing her back to health. We played on the laptop, we looked at pug sites, pug rescue sites and a really sad site about puppymill auctions. I've added some of my favorite pug sites to the right, please check'em out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to snarf, so little time.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112147602778900042?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112147602778900042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112147602778900042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112147602778900042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112147602778900042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday!'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112123299666824970</id><published>2005-07-13T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:36:36.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No sheets, No blankets.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF00662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not the face of a happy cat at naptime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112123299666824970?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112123299666824970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112123299666824970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112123299666824970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112123299666824970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-sheets-no-blankets.html' title='No sheets, No blankets.....'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112123287555173022</id><published>2005-07-13T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:38:31.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain go away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rained for the last two days and I've been in trouble the whole time. I love playing in the rain and I forget what I am suppose to be doing outside. It's all the rains fault, it's making me potty more than normal -I swear. Needless to say, it hasn't been a good potty week. In no particular order.... I've marked 2 down comforters, 1 comforter, 2 sheets and Daddy's favorite pillow in the last three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was doing so good about telling Daddy when I had to go, that I got to ride along when they went to McDonald's for dinner. I got fries and nuggets. Ummmm nuggets. Then I ruined my streak by streaking the comforter. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma says that if I don't stop peeing on the bed, that she is going to shut the bedroom door while she is at work and I will not be able to nap on the bed anymore. If she shuts the door, then Meow Meow can't nap on the bed either. Meow Meow is not happy about that prospect. She has been encouraging me to potty outside or else. I'm not sure what the else means, she's kind of a scary cat sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going to try real hard over the next few days to only go potty outside. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112123287555173022?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112123287555173022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112123287555173022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112123287555173022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112123287555173022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain go away...'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112112482686495408</id><published>2005-07-11T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T18:33:46.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash Bags</title><content type='html'>Today has been the pits! First I got a bath, which has been the only highlight of my day so far. Then I got in trouble for playing with the trash. Daddy left an open trash bag on the floor in the kitchen -what does he expect? The bag wasn't in the trash can or even closed. Momma came home and caught me a again. She then closed the bag and placed it on the back steps. She said that Daddy should have placed the bag in the trash can, out of the Snarfs reach or taken it outside right away because of the pizza boxes. Daddy says that he's right and I say that I'm right. Whose side do you think Momma will believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this look the face of a bad pug?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112112482686495408?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112112482686495408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112112482686495408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112112482686495408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112112482686495408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/trash-bags.html' title='Trash Bags'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112109836942645519</id><published>2005-07-11T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T11:40:48.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/cb61.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/200/cb61.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/cb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/200/DSCF0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have a stuffed bear named Cinnamon. I guess that they have had it forever, it's special and it's clearly not a Snarf toy.  I've removed the stuffing from my pig, my bed and two of Momma's taz dolls--big whoop I'm not untrustworthly. Ok, so maybe I've bit the bear and drug it around the house a few times, but I was just trying to be friendly and show him the new house. The bear stays either on the bed or on the shelf, but on our recent trip he got to go along. It was my trip to Grandma's, not a trip for the bear. I guess I may have tipped him off that I was planning to give Cinnamon a tour of Grandma's new house by his leg, so he resorted to new lows, or highs in this case. What do they want from me--I'm just a Snarf. Jeez, the bear has more clothes than me. Wait, strike that, I don't want any clothes. Mom, stop looking at all of those costume sites! A pug should not be dressed as a cow. Anyway here is the picture of the bear and hanging from the bedpost just out of my pug reach. And of course the dorky picture of him in his vest. Momma calls it his Partridge Family outfit, whatever that means. All I know is that Mom went shopping with Aunt Beth and came back with this outfit. I think the bear needs a "pugs rule" shirt. Gotta Go! Off to plot more ways to play with the Cinnamon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snarf you later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112109836942645519?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112109836942645519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112109836942645519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112109836942645519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112109836942645519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/bear.html' title='The Bear'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112104340776480899</id><published>2005-07-10T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:56:47.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/samson151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/samson151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are we there yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/samson10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/samson10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma thinks I'm good. How could anyone with a face like this be bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/samson141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/samson14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Grandma's I have to use my leash, I don't like leashes, I bite them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am going out to explore with my Daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/samson13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/samson13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired you, you caught me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/samson12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/samson12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What? What cardboard tube?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/samson111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/samson111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing with Grandma's in her Garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/samson11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/samson15.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112104340776480899?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112104340776480899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112104340776480899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112104340776480899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112104340776480899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/trip-pictures.html' title='Trip Pictures'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112104183569101891</id><published>2005-07-10T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T17:51:25.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip To Grandma's......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/samson14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/samson9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to My Grandma's for the 4th of July weekend. She's not used to having a pug for a grandbaby, but she's coming around nicely. Snarf. She just built a new house, so went to see her. She lives 200 miles away from us. That's stinks, because I like playing with her and she gives me all of her empty Mountain Dew bottles to play with. Mommy and Daddy were worried about making such a long trip with the Snarf. I have to say, I was excellent. I didn't have any accidents or get sick in the car. Grandma's new furniture hadn't arrived yet, so I had her entire great room to play ball in. I also had a whole open area outside to explore and mark. Snarf was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snarf you later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112104183569101891?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112104183569101891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112104183569101891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112104183569101891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112104183569101891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-trip-to-grandmas.html' title='My Trip To Grandma&apos;s......'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112092604638605267</id><published>2005-07-09T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T11:20:46.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish, Splash Snarf in the Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/sammy%20bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/sammy%20bath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opps! Daddy started the bath water and forgot to shut the door! Snarf Time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112092604638605267?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112092604638605267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112092604638605267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112092604638605267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112092604638605267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/splish-splash-snarf-in-bath.html' title='Splish, Splash Snarf in the Bath'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112092571434910013</id><published>2005-07-09T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T11:15:14.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow Meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/200/DSCF0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning! All is normal in Snarfland, Momma and Daddy have to work today so I thought I would be productive and tell you more about me and my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just recently moved to our new house, it has a fenced backyard and shade trees. At our old house I had to go out with someone and that was a lot of pressure. In March, my sister Melody or Meow Meow escaped. I sort of helped. Daddy took me out and she got out too. I ran over to snarf her and she took off. It was dark and Daddy couldn't find her anywhere. He had to call Momma on her cell phone and tell her. Momma came home and searched late into the night, but they could not find sister. We searched all the next day and night and no Meow Meow. Momma cried lots. That night I got to sleep in bed with them for the first time. Momma was really worried about Meow Meow, I gave her lots of kisses to make her feel better. At about 5 a.m. the next day we were all awakened by the sound of Meow Meow crying at the window. Daddy went outside and got her. She was okay, just a little cold. Momma cuddled her to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all happy to have Meow Meow back, she however missed the family meeting where we voted to get another pug this year. Pugs Rule! She was also surprised to find out that she then had to share the bed with Momma, Daddy and the SNARF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow Meow is currently staring at me while I type this, apparently I'm interrupting her talking to the birdies time. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112092571434910013?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112092571434910013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112092571434910013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112092571434910013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112092571434910013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/meow-meow.html' title='Meow Meow'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14329246.post-112088550647884139</id><published>2005-07-08T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:05:06.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/1600/DSCF0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4832/1293/320/DSCF0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Tales From the Snarf Side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Samson Taylor, most of my friends call me Sammy, Snarf or Snarf Vader. My Mommy and Daddy have created this page for me to share all of my pug adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost eight months old, my Mom and Dad got me by luck. They knew that they wanted a pug, but didn't know where to get one. They saw one at a scary pet store, the next day they called an ad they found on the internet. The family had two pugs and their kids had talked their parents into letting them have a litter. After a very nasty C-section, me and my other siblings were brought into the world. My Mom and Daddy came to the house and they had the choice of me or two of my brothers. I ran around in circles and gave them lots of kisses. A flip of the ear and a head tilt and I was on my way to my forever home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I threw up in the carrier (momma drives like a crazy women), so we stopped by Petsmart to get all sorts of puggie loot. My Mom and Dad carried me around the store and gave me tons of kisses. It would have been so bad, but we had to get back in the car. I got to ride on Dad's lap on the trip from Petsmart to my new home. All of the movement got to me and I hurled again. This time it was down the collar of Daddy's shirt. Opps! He wasn't mad at me though, he's been riding with Momma for years and he understood. After getting cleaned up I was introduced to my sister Melody the cat, a.k.a Meow Meow or Freakcat. She was not as happy to see me as I was to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that my first five months with Mommy, Daddy and Meow Meow has gone pretty smoothly, the whole potty situation is still a problem, but I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join me on my adventures in Snarfland. You never know what I will Snarf next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14329246-112088550647884139?l=samsontales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/feeds/112088550647884139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14329246&amp;postID=112088550647884139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112088550647884139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14329246/posts/default/112088550647884139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsontales.blogspot.com/2005/07/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Samson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06784446883877080818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
