by Kelli Farris
We had our Sammy girl for 12 wonderful years. The sweetest Rotti ever.
While camping, our children and us were roasting marshmallows. The youngest was about six and he was so proud of roasting a perfectly gold marshmallow. He proudly held it up and said look at my... but before another word came out, out of the dark came a big hungry Rottie. Jumping across everyone and swallowing the marshmallow right off the stick!
The look on our sons face was priceless. From that night forward nobody's marshmallow was safe. RIP Sammy girl, we love and miss you.