Sammy Takes A Chill Pill

Thank goodness for warm wooly coats!

Those blustery, unrelenting winds are still with us.

Thankfully, no one seems to mind the weather.

Even the goats have regrown their cashmere winter coats.

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See Sammie?

This is Sammie on drugs.

Yes, he is a little gorked-out here.

Our sweet Sammie is the most unusual dog I have ever known.

Everyone who visits the farm wants to take Sammie home with them.

He's a love bug...when he wants to be.

He is also completely impossible when it comes to things like vaccinations

and toenail trimming.

Luckily the toenails have not been an issue in the past,

thanks to our long macadam driveway.

Running up and down a few times daily used to be enough to keep Sammie's nails short.

Now that he is older (and lazier) and prefers to ride in the gator rather than run...

his nails have been growing.

I asked Dr. Becky for a mild sedative for Sammie so that I could give him a pedicure.

We tried the pills.

They worked.

The nails are clipped!

Yay!

An hour later I went upstairs to wrap some Christmas gifts

and came back down stairs to the kitchen.

Shortly thereafter I could tell that someone was on the stairs having a difficult time.

There was Sammie... he had somehow gotten upstairs, but could not get back down again...

a little too wobbly from the drugs.

I pulled him onto my lap and slid down the steps one by one
(he's too heavy for me to carry)

until I had him safely at the bottom.

(See below for comical re-enactment.)