Who Are Some of the Most Memorable Dogs You've Owned?

**luvofallhorses** · 01-22-2006, 08:19 PM

besides the dogs I have now...

Buddy was a basset hound and he was just a great dog and my soul dog. When we lived in Nevada, he got loose..and this kid took him in that had another dog and fed him lunch meat and his dog attacked Buddy and tore up his back. He was rushed to the emergency vets with a lot of stitches in his back. My dad had to give him a bath every day to make him feel better and he was getting better but in 1997, we had to put him to sleep a couple weeks before Christmas.

He was a very special boy. I miss him every day even though it was years ago.

**Suki Wingy** · 01-22-2006, 09:03 PM

I don't think another dog will come close to Niño, but if we are talking about past dogs...
Jake, my grandparents' Golden/ Shepherd mix.
I lived with my mom and my grandparents' house when I was little, and their big Jakie was my best friend. He was from a farm, dog agressive, and a licker. He was massive and sweet and even pulled a "Lassie" once. When an out of town family member came over and went out for a walk he got lost. Weather by accident or not, Jake broke out of the yard and found him and led him home

He was so sweet and lived to be 15 years old. He was PTS because he could barley walk or hear or eat.
Next would be Layla. My past first Dal. Here's her story from her dogster
We had Layla from late June to the day after Thanksgiving in November, 1999. She is a black and white Dalmatian, probably from a BYBer. Her left eye is brown, and her right eye is blue, which means she is odd-eyed! Both of her ears are pure black, and she doesn't have any spots on her upper right side of her face. Her tail is all white except for a couple of spots at the base of the tail. On her back she has a big cluster of spots, and a couple of small ones on top of it, so if you look hard enough, you can see a paw print.We got her at the Anti Cruelty Society in Chicago, where we had come to look for a new dog shortly after giving Clark back. She was so scared and huddled in the corner of her cage, which we now know is the first sign of a troubled dog. At that time, her being scared is what made us pick her, that and the people passing by her yelling things like " Hey look at that blind dog, I don't want IT!" But she wasn't blind, just odd-eyed, and maybe short of hearing, like a lot of Dals. A couple months after we brought her home, Layla's problems started showing. She was a fear biter and had horrible separation anxiety. She would lunge out and snap at everyone on the street because she was so afraid. I feel so bad for Layla, because the one thing she was so afraid of; being left somewhere, is what we did. =*(
All her pics I have are on there (except one)
My other was Clark, but I'm pretty sure he found a great home. I only had him for 3 weeks but he was the one who sparked my interst in pitties and great danes.
His Dogster

**Alysser** · 01-22-2006, 09:24 PM

Although, Sassy was my first REAL dog, SHANA. Shana was a llapso opso. Rescued from the pound by my Dad because she had bitten the former owners kid. Boy, did they miss out on a dog. She was the funniest thing ever! My parents got her when they were first married and my dad wanted a dog. So did my mom. My dad had a day off of work so he decided to just "look". Well, he wanted a big dog. But Shana just caught his eye and he HAD to take her!

Well, she lived for 17 years with us. Died when I was two

I remember her though. She wasn't nice to me but I loved her anyway. We have a picture of her on couch with me when I was sleeping. So, she DID have some kindness. She LOVED my mom. Always, wanting attention and love from only her.

Shana was really funny to! She took a half hour to eat a cheerio. Very picky eater. She NEVER had dog food. Only spaghetti and meatballs. Shana hated eating yet she was fat. You could take a walk with her and she would be off leash the whole time. Smart as a whip. She once got into my Dads car and went to work with him! No one knows how though. If you moved in the bed she was sleeping on at night she'd growl and if you moved to much she would bite! HARD! Sadly, she had to be PTS. Shana was blind,deaf, and had terrible arthritis. She cried every step she took. She couldn't even climb one step without crying. So, she was put down and we were all really sad

**Ginger's Mom** · 01-22-2006, 09:28 PM

Thank you Lindsey and Kay.

It is nice to think that Peaches is still touching people (I know she would like that).

It is sad, but sweet to read everyone's stories, and I particularly like seeing the pictures of the dogs that we would not otherwise have had a chance to meet.

**cyber-sibes** · 01-22-2006, 09:40 PM

I will always have a special place in my heart for my dear Rosie. We had Star for about four years when we decided to get another dog to keep her company. We went to the humane society and as soon as I saw Rosie, I knew she was the one. A roly-poly ball of fur, with bright shining eyes, she was playing with her littermates. At 12 weeks she already weighed 25 lbs, and when we took her outside, she followed us all around. Star seemed to like her pretty well. This was our third trip to the humane society & so far no other dog had clicked with Star, but in truth, Rosie stole my heart immediatly.

She was not the brightest bulb in the pack, but she was the happiest! Her goofiness was part of her charm, and she was the licking-est dog you ever met! She was kind of shy, but sooooo loving, and very dedicated to me. Even now I smile when I think of her, everything she did was funny. She was most probably a rottie-aussie mix, a big strong girl. I think she was beautiful. As a puppy she chewed up everything in sight, and I worked with her forever to stop barking outside. But she was MY GIRL! She love it when I brushed her, she always laid under my feet when I sat in my rocking chair. She would wiggle under your elbow and get her head under your arm, then slide into your lap and roll over and look at you- what a goof! She and Star were great playmates and friends. When we moved to a new house, she and Star got out accidently during a storm one night. I was sitting at my computer and heard a loud thud. I opened the window & called out in the darkness, no answer. I called some more, then Star put her paws on my window sill, and i just knew it was Rosie who got hit. I ran outside inthe pouring rain to see my baby lying on the road, barely breathing. A man stopped and helped move her to the side of the road, I petted her, told her how much I loved her, and ran back to call the vet. By the time my husband & this kind stranger put her into the truck, she was gone. I felt so guilty not to be there at the moment she passed, but I was frantically trying to reach a vet. The asshole that hit her came back wanting to know who was going to pay for the damage to his brand new truck-The jerk never said he was sorry. Rosie was barely three years old. I have a collage of her pictures right next to my bed, she is the last thing I look at every night and the first thing I see when I wake up. She was killed two years ago this Feb.

**Alysser** · 01-22-2006, 09:48 PM

Originally Posted by cyber-sibes

I will always have a special place in my heart for my dear Rosie. We had Star for about four years when we decided to get another dog to keep her company. We went to the humane society and as soon as I saw Rosie, I knew she was the one. A roly-poly ball of fur, with bright shining eyes, she was playing with her littermates. At 12 weeks she already weighed 25 lbs, and when we took her outside, she followed us all around. Star seemed to like her pretty well. This was our third trip to the humane society & so far no other dog had clicked with Star, but in truth, Rosie stole my heart immediatly.

She was not the brightest bulb in the pack, but she was the happiest! Her goofiness was part of her charm, and she was the licking-est dog you ever met! She was kind of shy, but sooooo loving, and very dedicated to me. Even now I smile when I think of her, everything she did was funny. She was most probably a rottie-aussie mix, a big strong girl. I think she was beautiful. As a puppy she chewed up everything in sight, and I worked with her forever to stop barking outside. But she was MY GIRL! She love it when I brushed her, she always laid under my feet when I sat in my rocking chair. She would wiggle under your elbow and get her head under your arm, then slide into your lap and roll over and look at you- what a goof! She and Star were great playmates and friends. When we moved to a new house, she and Star got out accidently during a storm one night. I was sitting at my computer and heard a loud thud. I opened the window & called out in the darkness, no answer. I called some more, then Star put her paws on my window sill, and i just knew it was Rosie who got hit. I ran outside inthe pouring rain to see my baby lying on the road, barely breathing. A man stopped and helped move her to the side of the road, I petted her, told her how much I loved her, and ran back to call the vet. By the time my husband & this kind stranger put her into the truck, she was gone. I felt so guilty not to be there at the moment she passed, but I was frantically trying to reach a vet. The asshole that hit her came back wanting to know who was going to pay for the damage to his brand new truck-The jerk never said he was sorry. Rosie was barely three years old. I have a collage of her pictures right next to my bed, she is the last thing I look at every night and the first thing I see when I wake up. She was killed two years ago this Feb.

Cyber-Sibes she sounds like a truley amazing dog. So pretty!

**buttercup132** · 01-22-2006, 09:52 PM

The asshole that hit her came back wanting to know who was going to pay for the damage to his brand new truck-The jerk never said he was sorry. Rosie was barely three years old. I have a collage of her pictures right next to my bed, she is the last thing I look at every night and the first thing I see when I wake up. She was killed two years ago this Feb.

I would have said how are you going to pay for the loss I have just suffered the pain the greif, and love I just lost. Your truck is a hunk of metal my dog was alive and my best freind! Now go and get hit by a truck yourself.

My most memoral dog would be Buddy a Springer spainel who my parents adopted form the animal aid. He was a GREAT dog not only did he know basic obidence but he knew tons more tricks! He would fetch the paper for us and everything. But then stupid stupid stupid me had to be diagnosed with asthma and allergies. They thought I was allergic to dogs and so while i was in the hospital they gave Buddy back to his foster mom

They later found out that it was cats I was allergic to and tried to get Buddy back but he was gone to another home.