I will never forget the year Sam got dog food for Christmas. I'm sure that has a lot to do with the fact that my dad joked about it when Sam opened it. I'm pretty sure Sam was confused when he opened the present and saw what was inside, so my dad was trying to help him work it out in his mind by saying things like, "Why would you get dog food for Christmas? Are you a dog?" And Sam would say, "no." And then Dad would ask, "Then why would you need dog food? Who eats dog food?" and Sam would answer, "a dog." So dad would say, "If a dog eats dog food, and you're not a dog, why do you think you would get dog food for Christmas?" It was kind of a joke about Sam being a dog, and we all thought it was funny. But it really didn't take Sam long enough to get what was going on--he got it before I did, I know that much.
Sam got a dog for Christmas!
We named him Scruffy, and he was our dog for many years.
