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SAMS TURN AT FIRST AID














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I could be sure Sam wouldn’t pull any stunts so as the instructor instructed I took him to the next weeks first aid class.He was a laid back old boy except for two problems. His hatred for cats and if he decided to lie down and not move then nothing could move him. From time to time I would put a note on the front door to come around the back as Sam was the current door stopper.

As we got out of the car Erns started barking and I presumed he said I want to come too. I later realised he said “Sam there is a cat dressed as a poodle. Kill the poodle Sam. Kill it Sammy it is a cat.”

I should have picked up something when the instructor told everyone to take my Labs temp as she wasn’t sure it was alive. After the week before I was still trying to blend in with the walls. Everything went perfectly until the instructor said “as we didn’t get to finish CPR last week could we have the well behaved Lab.” A few snickers as people remembered the week before with my Lab.

Come on Sammy. Sam wasn’t moving. Come…Come..Move.. 
Instructor called out. “Tonight.”
Sam come. He didn’t open an eye.Oh No... Not this tonight Sam.. Please Sam… good boy. Nope. Hoping no one would see me I even tried a little kick on his butt.
Instructor called “NOW!!!.”
I put my hand into my pocket to get a treat, only to find that black one had chewed a hole in it so I had been leaving a handsel and gretel trail of treats.
I found some in the pocket of my jacket on the other side of the room then turned to see the instructor trying to drag Sam to the table. She was bright red, poodle was yapping and as she gave Sam a yank she yelled out to poodle man to shut that damned poodle up pulled Sams collar off. 

Sam heard the word poodle, remembered Erns advice flew across the room barking and growling at the poodle. Poodle man wass dancing around holding his poodle trying to kick Sam, and screeching…” get it away. Get away savage bstard.” I was trying to grab Sam who was jumping up and down barking and dancing around with him. "I gotta get that cat Mum."
All I could think was if I could  body slam Sammy and not take Poodle man down with me. Other dogs were barking, Sue was laughing hysterically, others are snickering and I had no idea what the instructor was yelling.
In embarrassment, frustration, or what ever it was, before I knew it I was on the floor with Sam putting on his collar, walked across the room, settled him on the table, dusted myself off and stood there pleading with the floor to open and swallow me.

Instructor said she had been training dogs for 30 years and never, ever seen anything that could compare to my Labradors. One is high on god knows what and the other possessed by god knows what.
Oh please, please floor open up.

Now if someone asked me to do CPR on their dog I have absolutely no idea, but I could tell you how many cracks in that concrete floor. 

















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