And scares the Trash-Guy.
I take Sampson out for a walk early each weekday at almost exactly the same time and often we run into the same people; the school traffic crossing guard (who has taken to giving Sampson milkbones) the high school girl with the purple hair who always giggles and pets Sampson ( she seems very shy. I would be too if my hair had turned purple I guess) and the junior high school kids who seem not to be able to afford belts for their pants and talk like rappers. They always say to Sampson "Yo, big dude, give me five" - and they hold their hands up in the air, Sampson looks at them like they're nuts and I always have to tell them "He can't give you high five guys, why don't you just give him a little scratch on the head?" "Oh yeah - that's cool." Nice kids, but obviously not very bright.
For some reason, on Tuesday mornings, when the trash trucks comes around, there is one guy on the crew who is terrified of Sampson. Maybe Sampson barked at him one morning when we were coming out the front door, but now all the other guys on the crew stop and say hi and tease the hell out of the guy who won't get off the truck. It's pretty funny. They've taken to calling Sampson "killer." "Hey killer, come on around and meet Bill." And Bill jumps into the cab of the truck which they all find hilarious.
