Babysitting And My Dog Sam-1961

I used to babysit for a woman in Frankfort during this time. She had five children. I got the job through my father's friend Ben. He was going out with Verna at that time. It was money for me to buy extra clothes etc. Lots of times I'd take the bus up and other times someone would pick me up. She liked to go out at night on weekends and I continued to babysit long after she and Ben broke up. Those five kids were wild. The oldest was only a couple years younger than me and he was a problem child. Always running off and giving his mom a hard time. Their father had died recently I think. The youngest was about three at that time. But I was used to kids so it didn't bother me. There was a neighbor boy that lived two houses away that used to come over. I got to liking him a little and then we'd end up kissing. But that was it. Thank heavens! His name was Gary. He was just a nice kid really. Lost touch with him though after I quit babysitting. Years and years later I did run in to him a few times. One time he even asked me if I wanted to continue where we left off years ago.. Ha! Nope! He wasn't my type. Whatever that means..
While I was at Verna's, someone had some cute little puppies to give away. So naturally I took one and brought it home. I was allowed to keep him. He was a cute little dog. A mix between a Beagle and a Bulldog maybe. Just a mutt. He was brown, black and white. The boys built him a little house out back and that is where he stayed most of the time unless we took him for a walk up in the hills, which he loved. My brothers would walk him a lot. They could run with him. I couldn't.
Sam was a friendly little dog. He never grew too big. About the size of a Beagle. At the end of 1961 and into the winter, it got way below zero one night and I begged my father to let Sam come into the cellar for the night. He wouldn't let me bring him in though. The next morning we found Sam froze to death. I cried so hard over him and so did my brothers and sisters. All my father could say is, "You boys take him up in the hills and drop him off somewhere". And that's what my brothers did. They took him not too far but over the top of the little hill and down in the gully. They found what was left of him in the spring. I never went near that area. It was so cruel to just dump him like that.
So that was another heartache in my life. I never brought another dog home after that. Here's a photo of Sam.