It was dark in the S’s home. No one was home except  their dog, now quite big and frightening..

Only one light shone. The living room window was pouring the afternoon light into the dark house. Sampson casually walked into his fenced-in room. He had swallowed his so called “durable” rawhide and had thrown it up several minuets before. He was a bored dog and decided he’d take a nap.

Suddenly there was a rattle and a hiss as the S’s two cats fought over a piece of tuna left out for them. The Black started chasing the Grey down the steps with the tuna in his mouth. In there flurry, a lone hair brush fell off the table, landing on the sleeping dog’s nose. He arose, growling fiercely at whatever had hit him. Prepared for a intruder, but finding only the hairbrush, he started to growl at what he thought was his enemy.

Several minuets had passed and Sampson didn’t know what to think. Was that white bristled thing that looked like those groundhogs I chase all the time going to just sit there?! He thought.

Finally with a growl he pounced on the supposed intruder and tore it apart, sending bits of plastic and felt everywhere! Pleased with his work, Sammy lay down away from the “guts” of the thing he had just killed, and waited for his family to come home and praise him for his work.

(This story is true just a little exaggerated..)