A dog named Sam

Many of you have not met our newest family member, Sam. Sam is a 3 month old boxer bulldog. The girls have a maltese named Sasha who is all of 4 lbs soaking wet. Poor Spencer can't live his life with a prissy maltese (who thinks she's a lab) as "man's best friend." We promised Spencer when we moved to a place with a big backyard, we would get him an outside dog. Well, no time like the present. The kids and I stopped by a house that had a sign in the yard advertising boxer puppies. The rest is history. Lesson learned- never "look" at puppies unless you fully intend on bringing one home.

Sam has adjusted well at our home. She, who Spencer refers to as "her a boy" (hence the name Sam), is very playful and very clumsy. Spencer is crazy about this dog! His "pulldog" only has one problem, her size. She is huge and Spencer is not, often knocking him down. Regardless, almost every morning, I hear the same question, "Is my pulldog still here?" He can't wait to greet her!

I know, we must be crazy for adding one more thing to take care of, but it's all worth the fun!