The tip, just the tip, of a wet, black, dog nose. A snout peeks through, golden and whiskery.
Then all of a sudden, head-body-tail-legs EXCITEMENT comes barreling out to greet me. I reach out a hand to stroke his thick, golden ruff, but there is my dog, jumping-leaping-bounding flying, so overcome with excitement he can barely contain it. He leaps, from four legs to two, two to four, four-two-four-two-four. He turns away from me for just a second, snatching a toy and then crouching down, tail wagging furiously, looking at me in that I-want-to-play sort of look.
“Samson, give,” I say, “Give and I’ll throw it!”. He reluctantly drops the squeaky toy and I toss it far into the next room.
Samson skitters, falling into a playful gallop that I can only describe as a romp. He soars through the air, almost catlike in his pouncing. He slips and skids, crashing into a table but thankfully not breaking anything. I can hear the squeaks of the toy fox as he rambunctiously chomps it. I call to him to distract him from the toy. “Samper! Hey Samper!” He looks at me, the toy dropping from his mouth. I grab it, and Samson springs up, dancing around me. I fling the toy again, and the romp continues. He dashes across the house, but is unable to stop before bashing into my leg. “Oh, Samson. What am I going to do with you?”
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Sooo enjoyable, Megan! What a delightful little vignette about Samson. I can tell you really enjoy him.
I especially like the vivid word choices and the hyphenated words you’ve used. You write with the same energy that Samson has!
Thank you Mrs. Kriese!
Awwww. Samson sounds like such an adorable dog~! 🙂 You describe him in such a way that I can almost see him through your words. (If that makes sense.)