Author: Lou Rider

When it was time for Sammy to go out to do his business, I had to open the door and lead with him following me. He would never go ahead of me. I wondered if it was because he had been kicked in his earlier life. The thought made me so sad. It was one…

Sammy knew what to do with grass, yessir! You peed on it. He also knew it was the place you walked around in funny little circles until you finally squatted to poop. That was very good. So, three or four times a day, we would go out onto our upper deck, then down the two…

For all of my wonderful Ambassadors for the launch of Jake Knight and The Tale of Vindicatum, and those of you who purchased my book on Launch day, the draw draws near! TODAY you will see if you are the lucky winner of an exclusive short story written for the child of your choice! Up…

Today was the day. I was going to teach this critter to “come” to me when I called. He was almost three years old and had never obeyed anyone to come to them. He was used to being cornered and grabbed when a human needed to get him. Unfortunately, this was the case when he…

This blog was seeming to become a trifle long, so I had taken the first ten Sammy Stories off. But, because Christmas is near, I thought I would re-post them. They are short, and a great read for small and big kids. How to read: Scroll down till you see Story #1, then work your…

Wednesday, Sammy came to live with us. Friday we went camping. We knew it was too soon, but we had no choice. After the fiasco in the RV storage place, I kept the little guy with me, and also kept him on a leash, just in case. The camping spot was open, with no fence,…

We had only had Sammy for less than a week, but we had already been booked for a weekend camping trip. We didn’t want to cancel, but we were very concerned how he would do. He wasn’t used to us yet. We didn’t know if we could tie him up to be with us outside,…

Since Sammy followed me wherever I went, it was no problem getting him outside to go to the bathroom. As soon as he hit the turf, he knew what to do. Half the battle was over. He knew what grass was for! M also gave me valuable advice about this procedure. She told me not…

Sammy finally trusted me enough to condescend to accept a treat from me. He loved those little dental treats shaped like a log with a hollow centre. He took it gingerly from my hand, looking around all the while in case someone was there to take it away. Then he toddled off with it towards…

In an effort to get the little guy to drink more, I placed three dishes of water on each floor, so he could be encouraged to drink. He did. But only at night. No matter where he drank, it was seldom during the day. I even hooked a large birdie drinking dish onto the inside…