My feelings get the best of me. I get so caught up in my disappointment with Sam's behavior. How he just wants food. All he wants is food. And when he's not thinking of food, he seems indifferent to our presence. But that's just my feeling, which isn't fact. I feel like Mom, perpetually disappointed with her daughter for not being perfect. She was always so impatient with me. I have to learn to be patient and disciplined with Sam. Learning and adapting with each accident and trial. Not just for Sam, for me. This puppy is teaching me all sorts of things, about me, my feelings, what I can and will do.





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