Kofi was a german shepard/siberian husky mix. He passed away at age 14. My dad bought him from a "breeder" at 6wks old for $65 bucks after we searched shelters for two months for a puppy. The "breeder" claimed she breed Sibs and German Sherpards and that one had jumped the fence while another was in heat resulting in the unplanned litter.
My very first dog I was to young to remember lol I can't even think of what his name was, he was a certified mutt! Someone gave him to my mom and dad as a wedding present (i don't think they liked my parents) My mom liked him, untill he started chewing up all the diapers, and then when he moved on to destroying my baby shoes she said it was time for him to go lol. She dropped him off at the peoples house who gave him to her.
First dog I can remember (that was actually mine) was a toy poodle named pepe le pew lol. My sister got him from a byb (we didn't know that then) the guy didn't have time to bathe him, so he sprayed the poor baby with colone. He smelt so bad (hince the name) lol. He was such a sweet little guy. He lived to be 7 before he lost his sight and had to be pts.
My very first dog, after years of begging, was a lab named Lance (I was 13/14). My dad finally acquiesed to having a dog after he decided that Lance could be trained for hunting purposes (after I'd brought Lance home as a stray), so he really was my dad's dog. Sadly, not long after he was trained, my dad took sick and died of cancer before he even got a chance to hunt with Lance. I remember going with my dad to pick Lance up from the training facility, and they put him through his paces for us...AWESOME. One day, soon after my dad died, Lance jumped the fence in our yard and was never seen again. I like to think he found another hunterman and lived a long and happy life with my dad watching and cheering from above.
When I was born, my parents had a mixed breed dog named Wally (their friend had his brother, of course he was named Beaver). I don't remember Wally at all, and I'm not sure what happened to him.
The first dog I remember was a collie named Jack. He was a great dog, but he was an escape artist. One time my dad came home from the store and his pen was locked and he was nowhere to be found. Dad went out searching the neighborhood, and when he got back, Jack had gotten back into his pen. (The pen was about 8 feet tall!) Jack got hit by a car when he was seven. It was a very sad time, and we didn't get another dog until almost a year later, when we got a cocker/aussie mix from the local shelter. His name was Augie and he died last year. Augie will be the dog I judge other dogs against for the rest of my life, I believe. :)
Those are all my family dogs, though, and I finally got a dog of my own (after many years of living in places that wouldn't allow it). I feel like it's a real house now, more complete with a puppy.
Oh, he's a 9 week old basset hound. We named him Huckleberry.
the first family pet that i REMEMBER, lol, was a long haired dachshund, named max. my mom told me when i was very small, we had a collie that would gently take my hand and lead me back towards the house, any time i got to close to the front gate. lol