The Good Boy

So I got home from work last night and Man proudly said what a good boy Sammy was all day. Wow!! Sammy was good all day! Could it continue into the evening??? Yeah, right!! It was like he understood Man's praise and decided he was done being good. Sammy proceeded to fight with Copper, chase squirrels and birds, and beg at dinner. While I was in the bathroom, he place his front paws up on the vanity to say hello to me. That wasn't too bad, more cute, we hugged and looked at each other in the mirror. I know he tries hard to be good, the little stinker!! At dinner he would place a paw on my lap begging for food. When we went for our evening walk he freaked out in excitement and jumped on me and poor Cooper. I still love him so much, even when he is bad. Later that night, he settled down and curled up on the couch like a little angel! He was so sweet looking I could help but cover his nose in kisses. Annoyed, he jumped down and stretched out on the floor and farted. Nothing says I love you too like a doggie toot!!