When Samson likes something, he really likes it. As in wants to eat with it, take it in the bath with him, bring it into the crib.
Vicki found Samson a little guitar online, and in a case of no good deed going unpunished, he has been carting the thing around the house like some kind of tiny troubadour for the past few days, alternately "playing" and demanding songs.
Maybe this is how Jimi Hendrix got started?
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