Samantha is a simple being. She appreciates wind in her face - oh the smells! She waits with excitement from tip of her nose to her wagging tail when it's time for dinner, never minding it's the same thing she had for breakfast . . . and dinner the day before, and the day before. She merely gobbles it up, like its the first time, every time. She'll jump up and down a thousand times for one trip to the park. She'll follow you everywhere and anywhere you may go. She'll lounge on a nearby rug while you work, only wanting to be near, a part of the pack. She stays when you tell her to, unless your crying, then no matter how many times you tell her to stay . . . she creeps up slowly, wagging her black tail yearning to comfort an aching heart and to lick salty tears goodbye. She barks when she thinks danger is coming, she growls to protect her masters. She'll leap for joy each and every time you come home, even if it's only been five minutes. No matter how much exercise you've given her in one day, she's always ready for more. Ready to run, to roll in the grass, to play scratch-and-sniff around the neighborhood. No matter how long you've snuggled with her . . . she's always ready to snuggle more. Oh how I love our dear sweet black girl!
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