Our family seems to have a long history of zombies…well at least the men in our family. (us girls have way too much common sense for that!) My husband Shaun has even managed to earn the name “Uncle Zombie” from his niece and nephew.
It seems as though Shaun has found a new convert in our home…even if it comes in the shape of a wiggly eight month old puppy. It seems that our sweet Sam really likes to hang out with us while we (And by “we” I mean Shaun) watch movies.
All those zombie flicks and and constant chants of “must eat brains” must have sunk into Sammy’s little puppy head. He’s taken to eating brains.
Assuming, of course, that bear fluff counts as a brain…