My first dog was when I was 6, I remember it like it was yesterday. He was some sort of black terrier, looked just like toe-toe from The Wizard of Oz. That's what I named him. Being i'm from Kansas, it fit. :) I let him out to go potty one morning before I went to school, I believe I was in the 4th grade.. and he never came home. My second dog was a shelter rescue, a bulldog of some sort.. just like from Homeward Bound.. his name was even chance. The second day of having him, he attacked my mother, my grandmas best friend and tried to charge a lady on a lawn mower. We had to return him to the shelter.. and we got a shihtzu from the same place. He lived to be 18 years old, and just recently died.. about 2 years ago. His name was Shadow.
We had a summer camping spot when I was a kid and there was a garage sale across the street.
Pierre came running over to me.....
I fell in love....
They said he was for sale, they inherited him when his owner died, who was their relative.
My grandma, an AVID dog lover and Lilo and Stitches biggest fans (she is 90 now) plunked down the moolah and got me the dog.
That dog figured he was OUT of the country life when we took him off the farm....he was very disillusioned when we went across the street and visited there for the next 10 yrs.
He HATED camping. We would tie him outside with a corkscrew and his eyes would glaze over as if he was plotting.....daydreaming.....ya know? Shawshank redemption stuff....
Well, we chewed all our wiring one day and we had no electric in the camper.
When we all got sick on Cheez its (I still cant eat em), we left him alone in the camper and went out to get some dinner.
We came home to find that Pierre (of whom we fed Cheezits to , too) blew chunks over each and EVERY one of our sleeping bags....ugh.
He got mad when we were home too...he chewed the couch up..
He was the funniest dog.....not yappy, and he was happiest when he was in the rough and not groomed...he loved to be skanky looking....lol....
He was SOOO housebroken that (and I dont know why my parents did this....but I was a kid) they left him in the kitchen with newspapers on the floor and lots of food and water for the weekend when we went out of town....I dont think they had boarding back in the 70's, I could be wrong....the dog didnt go AT ALL.
He ended up getting kidney stones after that and soaked my mom and dad for a surgery!! lol!!
My brother used to sing to him and he would smile at him....
I used to dress him up in a TuTu....
He was a trip......
he lived a LOOOONG time.....17 yrs or so.....
***Edited By: TraumaMamma on 5/17/2006 5:21:54 AM*** Reason: correction...DOH!
Labs. My parents bred them when I was little so they brought me up:)
I swear all I remember from when I was little is walking through the woods with the dogs. If I got to close to something they didn't like they would drag me away. Abby was my yellow girl and agar was the black boy. Abby put up with anyhting. She died when I was probally twelvish,I honestly can't remember. I think agar died right beofre her. they were old for labs. Both over fifteen. I always wished my parents would have kept breeding so I could have had another abby. I'm scared to get a lab now cuz its impossible to find a good one.
My first dog was a maltese mutt named Patches. I remember that poor dog looked like an old bag of rags. He always seemed to know when it was time for the vet because he would "disappear". I was eating breakfast one morning when he was sleeping under my Dad's car. Patches was about deaf and didn't hear the car start. Needless to say, it was a bad day for me. I saw the whole thing. I loved that ragged dog!
My very first dog was my lhasa apso poodle mix who looked like a purebred lhasa. people would tell me I was lying when I said he was a mix. I got him when I was 8 and he lived 16 years. He died when he got hit by a car, broke 3 ribs, and then got wet, got pneumonia and died. This poor dog had a rough few weeks after he got hit by the car, and I still miss him.
When I was born my mother had a gorgeous red Irish Setter. I can't remember if it was a male or female or even the name. Sadly. I don't even remember what happened to the dog or how long we had him/her. I had a rocky child hood and we bounced around a lot so chances are that the dog was left with my biological dad.
The next dog we had was Cotton, a Samoyed/Spitz mix. She lived to be 13 and then died silently behind our barn one day.
Next I had two Basset Hounds. A male and female. The female was "my" dog while the male was my grand-dads. He wanted to breed them for hunting purposes. I lived in GA at the time. When my female was 4 years old they had a litter of puppies. Only 2 puppies. We sold one of the puppies and I kept the other, a little male. I have no idea what happened to the dad basset - my grand-dad took him out hunting one day and sadly the dog never came back. I was too young they said to know what really happened. Around the age of 4-5 months old we lost the male puppy. I was standing in front of my grand-mothers house and he was across the street. I was about 7-8 years old at the time. I called the puppy to come to me. He did...and was hit by a car in the process. I felt horrible. The mother died about a month later. She wouldn't eat or play any longer. I was too young to think to take her to the vet and my grand-mother said she must have died from a broken heart...losing her "husband" and her son so closely together.
The next dog I had MY first dog. One I rescued from a shelter with my money and on my own. I was probably about 8 or 9 years old. I adopted him from a shelter at a local fair. I named him "Max." He was a wolf/collie cross. He was turned over to the county before he was a year old (I adopted him at the age of about 3 mohths) for getting out of our yard too many times throughout the night(s) and killing the rabbits, chickens and cats on the farm down the street from us. Too many complaints and the vet we took him too said he had "too much wolf in him to be a family pet." Keep in mind I was still very young and this was a VERY small town in southern Georgia....years ago.
I've had many more pets since then...but those were the first ones throughout the first years of my life. I would name the cats we had as we ALWAYS had cats but most were just strays that hung out on our land. I would feed them and they would stay and live on our land and have kittens.
Now I live in southern New Jersey and I own 2 Aussie's with my fiancÚ.