Sam wasn't feeling too hot for a while. You know, off and on---not really sick but just not himself. Brooke took him to the vet who said nothing was wrong, but he may have sprained a muscle or something. They prescribed him an anti-inflammatory and gave him a shot of the same. Now we have our grand boy back. He's been his feisty old self ever since. We didn't want to see him in that docile state, plus he looked as if he was hurting. Thank goodness he's Samson again!
He IS a pretty little man. Of course, I'm not partial. But he's the only boy in the family as far as grand dogs go.
Look at that face. He's ready for his close-up.
Look at that face. He's ready for his close-up. 
