Sam the Sheepdog

Sam the Sheepdog

Zach and I welcomed a new pup to our pack a couple of weeks ago. His name is Sam — a Great Pyrenees/Blue Heeler mix. Pictures prove Sam may just be the cutest thing on four paws since … well, since Leia was that age. Sam came to ¬†us by way of Zach’s mom. A friend of hers adopted Sam before finding out the pup is deaf. The friend really didn’t want a deaf dog, so we took in Sam.

Sam plays in the banana trees.

Sam plays in the banana trees.

Sam has gotten to know the cats because he often sneaks upstairs when no one is looking. The cats aren’t crazy about Sam, but they’re not killing themselves over his arrival either. That doesn’t sound blog-worthy, but when Rocksteady first met Leia, he became so stressed out that he formed crystals in his urethra, blocking his ability to urinate. A couple thousand dollars later, Rocksteady is alive but the cats don’t mingle with Leia … ever. Anywho, Sam is far less interested in chasing the cats than Leia was. He’s also smaller than Leia ever was with us. No crystals for Ted gives me hope that one day we’ll have an integrated household.

We did have one major mishap between the dogs. One night during Sam’s first week with us, Zach went to pick up his mom in Kingwood. While he was gone, Leia became a little overly protective of me and showed aggression toward Sam. She growled and lunged at him and in the process gave him a pretty bad scratch over his eye. I rushed him to the emergency vet where they cleaned him up — no stitches or bandages, just a good cleaning. I was pretty stressed out. Some family drama ensued. (I’ll reserve that for another post, but unsolicited advice ranged from “Kill Leia” to “You’re going to get Sam killed”.)

Zach loves puppy kisses.

Zach loves puppy kisses.

Zach is awesome with the dogs. I think he could probably handle a whole pack of them. He’d just lay down on the floor and let them lick him for hours until everyone sufficiently bonded, I think. I’m more of a cat person — I like that they don’t need me. And even though I’m sure they plot to kill me sometimes, I know they’d never follow through with it because … well, nap time. I love our dogs, but this initial getting-to-know you phase is so hard. When Zach and I talked about getting another dog, I always planned to get a grown up pup. Raising Leia through her puppyhood was a trying experience and I don’t want to go through that again.

Fortunately, Sam seems to be waaaaaaaay more laid back than Leia. He’s still younger than she was when we got her (We think he’s about 2 months old and we adopted Leia when she was about 3 months old).

So we’re on another adventure. This time, your heroes are out to raise a sheepdog who can cuddle with a pit bull just as well as he can cuddle with cat. Tune in next week …

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