Samson is a dog I know only second hand, which may mean something, since he is a second hand dog, meaning he had a life before he was adopted by our son’s friend.
Seeing him rarely, I can’t be quoted, but I would say that it shows…that he had a first life, a past.
He is semi-large and won’t fit in your lap, anyone’s lap, though he tries. His bark is high, like a tenor, and he uses it selectively, only one bark at a time. Bark. cease. Maybe another bark. Cease. You get the distinct impression his natural way of expressing himself didn’t always bring him much in the way of reward.
What I like most about Samson is he always seems to be on high alert yet he always seems clueless. He reminds me of some people I know, and like.