dear samson,
time flies, as I look back to count the time, it reaches a half a year mark since I took you in from an animal shelter. remember you were a stubborn, good-looking little shit back then? now you have transformed to a well-behaved, still good-looking -- a new member of my family.
we could not get past the fact that you understand many single word, at time when we do not speak, your big puffy eye shows us clearly you want the potato chip in my hand by simply looking at me and looking at what's in my hand simultaneously. sure, I could give you a piece of my potato chip.
perhaps it was very scary for you to live in a new environment, with new people, you could not help yourself but bit Victor 3 times, showed aggression over a toy or a bone toward me. we understand and we forgive you, so we could leave our past behind to look forward to a brighter future. you have a home now, you do not have to be locked in a cage all day, you have someone care for you and a plus, you get to eat good food from my cooking.
sometime I wonder what are you thinking in your tiny little head. people often say animal is animal, they do not have emotion but I think that is the biggest fault. I see sadness in your eyes when we left home; I see excitement in your eyes when I take you out for a hike; I see joy in your eyes when you get to run on an open fairway to flush the bird; I see inquisitive in your eyes when we are fixing something mechanically; I see through the window of your soul and we bonded.
you may not process some fine features of a designer's dog, to a certain extend you are like a rough guy eating dinner without knowing table manner but we love you just the way you are. we are happy for you just the way you are.
you are our new member of the family, Samson.
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