My parents had three dogs when I was born. They were Sput (a Boston Terrier), Belle (a pointer), and Lady (an English setter). The first dog that I call "mine" (and he was really my mom's dream dog, but I loved him dearly) was Ben, an English Bulldog that we got as a puppy. Boy was he sweet! I think I was around 10-11 years old when he came to be ours. I remember entering him in the city dog show. It was held in the parking lot of a strip shopping center. Ben won "Best in Show", but when they called out his name, he was in the car with his nose stuck to the air conditioning vent!!! Hehehe!!! It was so hot and Bulldogs do not handle the heat very well. He died when I was in college. One day, I'll have another one.