My dog SAM

My dog SAM was the greatest dog I ever owned. Her real name was Samantha but we called her Sam. She had problems at first.. She was a puppy mill rescue...so she acted strange...like it took her two weeks before she would walk on grass. We thought her time as a puppy mill dog was spent in a cage, so she never walked on grass before.
She also would get really upset by seeing black men...again we thought black men took care of the dogs in the puppy mill, and they were not very nice to them.

But as the years went by she got more and more bold, she finally would walk on grass, she would come when called, esp. if there was the chance a treat was involved!

She died two months ago, after a short illness ( we think she was about 14 ). I cried for a week and was not good company for a month...but I slowly got better. Everyone told us we gave her a good life, so that helped me come out of my depression.

She is buried in the front flowerbed, and our son-in-law designed a wonderful plaque to mark her grave. It says: Sam a good little dog!