Samson has a habit --- especially when he's uninterested in eating --- of jumping up from the table and saying "The fire alarm is ringing. We have to go put on our uniforms!" I have to admit, it's way more clever than simply saying "I don't want to eat," but it still doesn't work.
Anyway, he did this at my parents' house, which prompted my Dad to mention that he had a bell for Sam to ring in the basement. Said bell weighs about 10 pounds, but Samson rang the hell out of it on Saturday afternoon.
He kept making my Dad go upstairs and lie down so he could then ring the bell and wake him up.
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