That's a mighty handsome little puppy, a spaniel or spaniel mix of some kind. I grew up with a Cocker Spring mix. Talk about hybrid vigor, he was forty pounds of dynamite. He could clear a hedge with ease and pull a couple kids on a wheeled sled anywhere he liked. His specialty was swimming in the Des Plaines River after sticks.
In the winter he'd insist on doing the same thing, and if you didn't throw the stick, he'd shower you with icy river water. He had no fat for insulation, but the fire in his eyes kept him warm. George was a force of nature. Some old fella was giving me hell about something, and George was on the end of the leash with bared teeth.