Before I was born and my sister was 2 years old my Dad bought a golden retriever. I was in my Mum's tummy. We called him Sam because he was as yellow as the sun. His face looked like yellow melting butter.
I gave him big dog biscuits and I fed him every morning. Every Christmas my Mum gave him bacon. Sam needed food, water and toys. This is how I fed him: I said 'Give me your paws,' and I put my hand out and on my other hand I had a biscuit. Sam would put his paw on my hand and I gave him the biscuit. He liked our family and my bouncy balls.
This rhymes: Sam, jam.
He died when he was 11 years old.