
"Samson has the job of walking out each day on the grass to watch his area for an occasional visit from a pug or perhaps the cat," Samson's foster mom reports. "I am so happy he can walk for a short distance and stand on his own paws."
"Say, I love this blue go-cart you got for me. It color coordinates w/ my Lupine collar and slip lead. But it really is too small for a real car--and tell me, why is the hardtop on and not the convertible? You aren't afraid the air will lift me out by my ears, are you?"

"I swear Officer, I am visiting PA on vacation, thanks to FBRN. I must have left my license at home in Rhode Island...Yes, of course, I can really touch the pedals!" Darned officers are so suspicious, grumbles Samson.

"Samson is busy standing on his own while being a bully buddy to the ceramic pug. Samson thought since we don't have a Garden Frenchie he might try for Tree Frenchie status."

As we all know only too well: A Pug may work from sun to sun, but a Frenchie's job is never done, sighs
The Frog Princess
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