Sam. Sammy. Sammer. Or, more accurately, Trouble on the Hoof. These are the adventures of one ridiculous Labrador Retriever and the girl who brought him home.
Sam likes to throw his chew toys around and chase after them, presumably to make chew-time more exciting. He particularly likes to toss his toys under the kitchen table, where his massive bulk prevents him from reaching them. He then hunkers down on one side of the table, tail wagging, and whines, talks, growls, sighs, and barks at his toys in an effort to coax them out into the open. Usually he'll keep up this symphony of dogger-sounds until one of us kneels down and retrieves the toys for him.
And yes, they're usually back under the table in less than five minutes.
Sam was cracking us up the other night trying to get at his toys, so here is a video snippet of the tail-end of his quest:
And in case you were curious, this is the view from the other side of the table:
If I can just reach...
Now how to get my head back out without letting go...
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