Sam was a good dog. My Dad’s boss gave him to us. My Dad did extra work in construction on weekends. For some reason, Dad’s boss couldn’t keep Sam, so we inherited him. Sam was a black cocker spaniel, and was a little larger than the usual cocker. He was also a rough and tumble dog, just perfect for a 10-11-year old-boy. We would wrestle and fight with him growling and acting like he was biting, as dogs do when they are playing. We had fun together.