“My husband wanted a dog, so we got Sammy.
First, he went to different shelters on Long Island because he wanted a rescue.
Being highly allergic, he couldn’t find a dog he wasn’t allergic to, so he went to a pet store and found Sammy.
We think of Sammy as sort of a rescue because he was four and half months old and sickly.
He was beyond the usual pet shop puppy adoption age and my husband was worried and felt sorry for him.
I thought Sammy was cute and furry for about six days.
I couldn’t take the mess after less than a week.
Sammy wasn’t housebroken and he peed and poo’d everywhere.
After six days, I told my husband, the dog has to go.”