Digital Pet Day: My Pet Sam

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.