Samson Brandywine Womack (Sammy to his friends, and everyone is his friend) is 8 years old. For my kids, he’s been a brother for as long as they can remember, and we’re sure he’ll be a member of the family for years to come. I don’t know why, I just wanted to celebrate this 100 pound, AARP member (in dog years) puppy. He won’t be around forever and I’d hate to be doing this as some sort of memorial. Picture his whole body wagging, just his tail just isn’t enough, when he sees you, and charging at you like he’s going to run you over when all he wants is a little scratch behind the ears. And don’t let him out in the back yard, even on the coldest days, or he’ll be in the pool before you can say…well, there’s no time to say anything. These images of Sam are in chronological order. In the first he is about three months old and the last shot was taken this past winter. In between, he’s grown into his paws, survived heat stroke and a Great Dane attacking him, and taken his rightful place as elder statesman of our home. We love you Sammy. Happy birthday old man.
I love this! Tell him happy birthday from me.