You make plans.
You change plans.
You make new plans.
You bring a dog into the family.
You get a second dog to keep the first one company.
The first one ages, so you add another dog to keep the second
one company, should the first one pass.
Then you hear of an unfortunate dear headed to the pound...
and at 15 years of age, you realize that no one would want her.
So you adopt another dog.
At this point you tell yourself that 4 dogs is the absolute limit.
No more dogs.
And then along comes Sam.
Sam, 45 pounds of love and energy.
Sam is my son Andy's dog.
Sam is about 2 years old.
He was a shelter dog.
He was sold to Andy as a lab mix puppy.
We think he is mostly Vizsla.
He is very very energetic and suffers from separation anxiety.
His separation anxiety is so bad that Andy received these pictures
and a letter from his homeowners association.