uh...he did it.

Today at work went pretty well, I actually accomplished some stuff with Harry. I went to the bank, typed emails for him, showed him stuff online for my internship, researched hardware. In the afternoon, Harry left me with Samson so he could go to some meetings and gave me instructions on when to take him out. Around 445, I started playing with Samson to get some energy out of him since he'd be alone in the office for a couple of hours til Harry returned.

I picked up Samson's favorite toy, a shredded mess of what used to be a stuffed fox (I think this is where Harry gets Samson's nickname, Smelly Fox. Original, right?) and play tug of war, fetch, and chase with it and Samson is eating it up. At one point, I lift the fox a little out of his range so he can jump for it and that's when fun time came to a screeching halt. Samson stood on his back legs and straight up punches a purple ceramic piece off of the snail pedestal in the middle of the office. I say its a 'piece' because I don't really know what it is or what its supposed to be. It's the kind of thing where Harry's blind niece could have made it or its a billion dollar work of irreplaceable art by some famous artist. Regardless, Samson Chuck Norris's the 'piece' of crap/art off the pedestal and it shatters on the shag rug.

Samson and I both stare at eachother for a few seconds and then he just goes and lays by the door. Little sucker. I try to play his little game with the fox and he sells me out. This is him at the scene of the crime:

He looks guilty, right? He knew what he was doing...

This is an up close view of the damage. I stacked all of the pieces on top of eachother
hoping that it would resemble the original 'piece'.

This is a picture that I snapped a couple of weeks ago when I was alone in the office and wanted to document everything. I think it's a purple pumpkin...



UPDATE: It's the next day and Harry is having me go to the drugstore to get some super glue to fix the thing. Ugh. Why? I just don't get it.