Sam
This is Sam, my golden retriever. He actually just turned 3 this very day. Happy birthday baby!
I can’t believe I have had him for this long. I got him as a birthday present in 2006, and that time he was barely 2 months old. I also can’t believe he has reached a point where he can no longer grow any bigger. I was actually hoping he would because I just love big dogs hehehe 
Don’t tell him I said that, I don’t want him to think he is less worthy of my affection because of it. 
Sam is another one of my loyal customer other than my hubby. But while my hubby is basically stuck with my cooking and has no other choice but to accept and eat it unless he wants to eat out (what is it they say? “80% of household accidents occur in the kitchen and men eat them.”), Sam does have a choice not to eat what I cook – or so it seems. I must insist this is true, because often when I offer him healthy stuff such as fruit, he will only sniff at them and then walk away. And he has never walked away from my cooked food, so that’s a pretty good sign, me thinks.
In this picture he is lying in his favourite spot: the small entrance to the kitchen, either waiting on us to finish our cooking to get a sneak-sniff of tonight’s menu, or waiting on us to finish cleaning up and gathering the leftovers for him to enjoy.