It is two years since I shared my book Sam, A Shaggy Dog Story. He arrived in our home in June, although we met earlier when he was only three weeks old, and over the next few weekends I will be sharing his story again.
I was only three weeks old when I first met my mistress on an unusually warm Irish spring day in May. I was busy drinking milk at the time and barely lifted my head when I heard voices in the back yard where I had lived since I was born.
It was warm and comforting lying next to my two sisters as we snuggled close to my mother’s fur and from time to time a gentle lick would dampen my fluffy coat lovingly.
I was already bigger than my sisters but my mother was determined that we should all…
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