I’ve mentioned this before, Sampson was an easy puppy.  Of course I didn’t know then what I have now learned from all of you, but in spite of all that Sampson turned out to be a great dog.

He was a free grazer.  I know, I know, but really he was fine with it.  He would pick at his kibble a little here and a little there but the majority of his food he would eat right before bed.   I would put him out for the night and he would come in, walk over to his food bowl and take a little bite, look at me, wag his tail and continue this way until his bowl was empty.  It really was adorable.

Until we started letting him sleep in our bed he would sleep downstairs in his crate.  Hubby used to get up really early and he would take Sampson outside for a potty break and then Sampson would come back in bed for a snuggle.

He would stay in that bed all morning if I would let him.  We could snuggle up and I could sleep until 8:30 on a Saturday morning after Hubby had left for work.

Most week day mornings you would hear me calling him like you would your child.  ”

Sampson, time to get up and go outside buddy.”

“Sampson Stone!  Get up.”

Somedays I would have to drag him out of bed, just so he could potty before I left for work.  At the time we lived in a duplex with my mom on the other side so she would always come over and give him an outside break in the middle of the day, still I wanted him to go out before I left.

Then Delilah joined our pack.  Delilah was an early riser.  I mean really early.  As soon as you moved in the bed, she jumped up and was ready for the day.  I told you, Delilah embraces life.

Slowly Delilah has come to enjoy a sleep in.   During the week Hubby gets up before me, he showers and then goes to pack his lunch, and the dogs go with him.  He usually treats them for sitting nicely and when she knows the food is gone, Delilah comes back to bed.  Sampson may or may not come back to bed, but he does lie down somewhere, either on the couch or the bed.

The weekends are a different story.

Sampson is usually the first one up.  He wakes us by one of two ways.  He either comes to my side of the bed and thumps his head down once or twice until I get up.  Or he gets off the bed and swims on the floor.

If your dog doesn’t do this, consider yourself lucky because it is hell on the carpet.  Basically he lies on his side on the carpet and takes his front legs with one fluid motion and brings them down towards his back legs.  It makes a scratching noise and tears the fibers of the carpet.

This is the manner in which he woke me up at 6:40 this morning.

Hubby and I have come to an agreement where I will get up with the dogs one weekend morning,  and he will do it the other.  In this way we each get a little sleep in time.

I pulled the short straw this morning.

So I got up, put their necks in some water, started the coffee and went to tend the fire.  It was while I was down on the floor, in front of the fire when it happened.

I felt a heavy object graze the left side of the back of my head, when I turned to look I saw Sampson’s Kong.

Yes, the lovely boy got me up at 6:40 on a Saturday morning and wants to play for a whole two minutes.

In trying to engage me, he tossed his Kong my way, and it grazed my head.  Thankfully for me, he doesn’t have the greatest aim and missed the middle of my head which really could have thrown me off-balance and considering where I was sitting could have caused serious damage.

That is what I call, a Kong Gone Wrong.

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