nobody here but me and the stinky fuzzball....

i'm house-sitting again. it's not entirely a bad gig; it gives me a chance to have some peace and quiet, write stuff both off and online plus, i get to hang out with sampson.

oh, you've all met him. he's the brown labrador retriever that comes along with the house-sitting package. it's just now though, that i get to show his slobbery mug to the whole world.

i love this little fleabag. he sort of reminds me of all the retrievers that i've had: drake, oro, avian, and mugsy. okay, mugsy was a miniature pinscher, but he could take down anything 5 times his size easily. plus, he was never afraid of being left under the blanket for too long which i find unusual for a breed that seems to have been bred to show the effects of waaay too much espresso.

sampson just kicked me on the leg with one of his massive paws. since his "mom and dad" aren't around, i've been playing the unwitting "uncle." he's probably bored out of his wits; he's just staring blankly at my dirty-white cross-trainer reeboks. who knows what thoughts go through this mutt's head? all i know is that if he's staring that intently at it, then that means that we're going for a run early tomorrow morning.

looks like i have to find me some plastic bags to bring. the gift that keeps on giving, indeed.