OK, mine(ours)was a little black poodle named Misty. For some reason my sister and I called her Milly. She was given to my parents by a breeder because her hind legs were bowed, and all her puppies were turning out that way too. She was the best dog ever. She put up with a houseful of chocolate point siamese cats(my mom bred siamese)and all the other things little kids put them through(dressing them up, etc). We got her when I was 4, she lived to be 17, so she was just always there, I still miss her! It started me on a lifetime of owning, loving, rescueing, and sharing my life with dogs .....tom