🌻 World, meet Samson

11 weeks and all teeth.

Anna Funk

May 17

Hi there! How are we?

The Funk House just a little floofier last week. I am very pleased to introduce: Samson.

He’s a rescue. 11 weeks old. Mom looked like a lab mix, Dad unknown.

I know you’re gonna ask, so no, we don’t know how big he’s going to get. But it might be kind of big.

Luckily, he is a Very Good Boy and won’t be any trouble at all, once he stops chewing everything he can get into his adorable little teething mouth.

Samson loves chewing on me, chasing Andy around the yard, untying my slippers when I walk by, being told he’s a good boy, and sleeping in his crate. He is not fond of coffee grinders, walking through doorways, or barred owls caterwauling in the night.

I promise this won’t become a Samson-only newsletter. Maybe.

In other news,

The end of dog sitting Molly (for my parents) went very well. Too well. We started browsing rescue pups about 24 hours after Molly went home.
Bunnies are annihilating our crops. Most (but not all) of the prairie plants are doing OK, but our raised veggie beds are going to need to be replanted. SIGH.
Two of our very best friends came to visit from Chicago!!! Vaccinated friends!!! *happy dance*

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Next up is lots of dog training and figuring out some bunny prevention.

Funkyard species count: 100!!! (84 logged). New arrivals: Orioles and catbirds and a yellow-rumped warbler and a never-before-seen(-by-me) Lincoln’s sparrow!

I’m reading this article about how work stinks and yet we like to play games that feel like work.

We’re playing DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS. After a short hiatus in one group, and a long hiatus in another, we played twice this week and it was lovely.