My Name is “Shammy”

I sleep right between my human Mom and Dad. At first I slept in a crate, but soon I manipulated myself into a soft cozy bed, all I had to do was bark a little.

It all started about November of 2006 when Trevor, my human brother, was at the bar of the Shamrock, in Newport Beach and some chick came up to him and placed me in his jacket under his arm. I knew I liked him right away, he was kind and gentle. The chick said I looked better in his arms and that I was not being taken care of. Trevor had drwn my name for Christmas and a light bulb went on in his head, I could be the gift. He gave me to Mom for Christmas. Mom wanted a big dog to run with her and protect her, so it was a risk, as I am small and was really small then. Well, the risk paid off Mom loved me at first sight and it turns out I can run with her. She says she is old and runs slow, so Hey - it works. We have the spirit of adoption in our family going on, as my three human bothers and my niece are all adopted, heck even the cat is adopted.

The other thing my Mom says is she wishes everyone was like me, cause I love everyone and everyone loves me.