The first dog I ever got was a miniature dachshund, when I was three years old. My older brother, who was much older, told one of his co-workers to let him know if he heard of a "good dog". So, the friend comes over to our house and says, "Darryl, I found you a good dog." He reaches in his shirt pocket and pulls out this tiny dachshund puppy. My mom says I ran acoss the room, snatched the puppy, and ran in my room with it. My brother looked at his friend and said, "That was not the kind of dog I meant. I meant a German Shepherd or something like that." Too late, the dog was mine. I named him Drawstring. I have no idea why ... I was three. 
The second dog I had was an American Eskimo mix named Snow. My dad found him as a scared, starving puppy in the pipe yard at his work. I had him until I was in college, and he died of old age.
The third dog I had was an English cocker named Blood. (Don't ask. I didn't name her.) She was my older brother's dog, and when he was killed in a car accident, we took her. She also died when I was in college.
Those are the only three dogs I had a a child. The next dog I got was my first dog as an adult, Lacie, my RB cocker spaniel. I got her right before I graduated from college, and she died a few years ago.
"We give dogs the time we can spare, the space we can spare and the love we can spare. And in return, dogs give us their all. It's the best deal man has ever made" - M. Facklam
"We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers - thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams."- P.S. Beagle
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king." - J.R.R. Tolkien
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