They were all memorable. Tasha was my first dog. A big grey and white German Shepherd. Smartest animal who ever drew breath. Died at 13 from cancer.
Lady, who I bought for 20 bucks that my Dad gave me from 7th Birthday. An Irish Setter-Golden Lab cross. My best friend and confidante through my teen years. Died at 14 from heart failure. I still keep a picture of her by my bed.
Babes, a little wire haired terrier. Given to us after she bite my brother's mailman and couldn't get his mail anymore. Faster than a speeding bullet, she could keep up with the big dogs with no problems. My mom's best friend. She was run over when she was about 8. I've always thought that was my fault. She followed me to the end of the driveway that morning when I caught the school bus, as she did every morning. She didn't go back to the house though after I left and got hit a little later. My mom still misses that little dog and still talks about her. It's been at least 15 years now.
George, a German short haired pointer. Big, goofy, and none too bright. I can't remember how we aquired George. I think he just showed up in our yard when I was about 9. Lived to a ripe old age and passed gently in his sleep.
Cheyenne-a husky mix who only loved my Dad. euthanized when a porcupine quill travelled into her brain.
Diesel, a terribly shy GSD, he disappearred. I believe he was stolen.
Starr, a rottie my Dad rescued from the Edmonton Pound where she was scheduled to be euthanized as aggressive. Sweet and gentle unless you were a cat. She was stolen too, my Dad actually thinks he's seen her around but hasn't been able to prove it's Starr.
Then there were all the fosters I've had. I remember all of them.
And of course, my beloved Hoodoo. His two year bridge anniversary is approaching. I still miss him like he left yesterday.
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