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Old 08-03-2012, 09:26 AM
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Every now and then I dwell on my past dogs. So then it got me to thinking that I don't know a lot of our forum members past dogs and that it would be neat to hear the stories about them. So post your past dog's stories!

Our first family dog that has any relevance to me was a GSD/Chow mix named Buster. He was probably what people describe as the perfect family dog, loyal, accepting, well behaved and tolerant. One of those dogs that just magically molded into what you expect him to be without a lot of influence. I used to practice "circus" dog training with him, making him perch on stumps and jump through hoops. He passed away when he was 9 due to a ruptured mass in his abdomen. I'll post a picture once I get one scanned in, he was before digital cameras!

We've had various other family dogs but none were really "mine". Scamper was an English Mastiff who after enduring hip surgery to fix his dysplastic hips ended up passing away at 4 years old due to untreated lyme disease. Shadow was a "free" puppy from the farm down the street, a GSD/Collie mix. She was a wonderful farm dog and would gather up the horses for my mom. Tripp is my dad's current dog, a who knows what mix that fills the shoes that Buster left.

When I turned 11, my parents got divorced. Their "I'm sorry" present to me was allowing me to get my dream puppy, a traditionally marked border collie named Buddie. I saved up all of my allowance in order to be able to afford him. He was my first introduction to clicker training and ended up learning countless tricks, some useful like turning off the lights and throwing away my trash others not so useful. He also introduced me to agility, we did a few trials here and there in the junior's divisions but lack of funds and willing parents limited our progression. I am still amazed to this day that we learned the sport of agility without a lesson or trainer involvement. Granted we had no contact behavior, and I had no clue the technical terms for anything, but we learned it and had fun! Buddie passed away when he was 10 from a heart condition that caused fluid to build around his heart. It was sudden and I will never forget our last days together.



More recently I had a harlequin Great Dane named Titan as some of you may remember from when I first joined the forum. I had to make the heart breaking decision to rehome him due to inter-household aggression that could no longer be managed between him and Classic. I absolutely do not regret this decision in any way and am thrilled to report that he is doing wonderfully in his new home. They spoil him rotten and he adores them. To be honest, he's probably thrilled that they let him be the couch potato that he wanted to be in my house. I trained him in agility but I could always tell his heart wasn't into it. I miss him still, and looking through his pictures to find one to post brought back too many memories.



We've had many, many fosters come and go as well, but they are for another thread at another time.
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Old 08-03-2012, 10:12 AM
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I had such a connection with all our dogs, I'll post them all.

We had JR and Pete. My parents' dogs. Pete was a field lab from a field trial kennel. JR was a 'collie', whatever that means.





The first really important dog for me was Shack. shack taught me to love dogs. He was a German Shepherd.... Well that's what we were told. Obviously there was some sort of scandal and the people that owned the parents didn't know their GSD male wasn't the daddy or they just lied that he was. I remember very clearly being upset that there was no 'Shack' in the dog book and adding in a page for Shack right next to the German Shepherd page.



Then we got Rosie, my first dog. I can't find many pics of her. She was crazy and really neat. A good little dog we lost far too soon.



Then Nikki... oh how I miss Nikki. Gosh I'm tearing up already. Nikki was my second sheltie and just such a neat dog. She died over 4 years ago now. I miss her, she was spit and vinegar. An old bitch with an opinion about everything. She was the first dog that really was MINE and chose me over anyone else. I picked her out of a newspaper ad, we took her home at 5 weeks. Pretty much did everything wrong but she was so good. She had so many quirks. She was terrified of bubblegum and fart noises, attacked the vacuum with a passion, and would mimic certain words you'd say. Pupperoni was her favorite treat and word. Ask her if she wanted a pupperoni and she'd start rooing something that sounded so suspiciously like puperoni. and she'd 'sing' to a very merry unbirthday from alice and wonderland. Nikki was my best friend growing up and through my early adulthood.

I also taught her tricks like jumping over hurdles I made out of things and through hoops. My friends and I would do talent shows and mine was always showing off Nikki's new tricks. She also loved playing catch when she was young and chase. I was so proud of her.

When she got old, she hated the papillons. I'm pretty sure she thought they were the most obnoxious things in the world. The paps loved to torture her because they knew she was so slow and arthritic that she would never catch them.

It cracks me up thinking simultaneously how much Nikki and Mia are alike and how much they would have HATED each other.



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And dear Trey. Trey was not my dog, he belonged to my sister. But I loved him so much and he loved me. I remember when he was 12 or so at my uncle's house. Trey was following me around just gazing up at me adoringly and my uncle said 'That dog loves you so much.' Trey was so simple sometimes. So odd and a little off. but he was a gentle soul and a real teacher for me. Probably the most gorgeous dog I have ever and will ever own. Even on the day he was put to sleep we had people telling us how gorgeous he was.

I miss him the most of all my dogs.

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Trey in the Fall by Summer_Papillon, on Flickr

And then the two, toughest fleeting little lives. Harry, who died at one year old from some sort of seizure. Then Hiro who died at 16 weeks from neuroaxonal dystrophy.

Harry was a cool dog, very Bernard-like. Chill and sweet and calm for a papillon. He was a really good dog.



Hiro was very bright and intelligent, full of fire. He never let his condition get him down. Losing him was very difficult.



And then there's all the current paps.
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Old 08-03-2012, 10:12 AM
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Well, there is King Charles (Charlie to those who know him).. I BEGGED my parents for a dog. I wanted a golden retriever but my mom HATES dog hair.. so o we ended up with a bichon frise.
As much as I WANTED to him to be mine.. He was my moms dogs through and through lol and honestly I kind of resented him for not being my water loving, tennis ball fetching golden.
He is about 11ish now. He is an english gentleman. I wish there was another way to describe him. He likes his casual strolls in the park (but that's IT exercise wise), he does not like to get dirty EVER, he greets visitors by calmly sitting next to them so they can pat him. He is the kind of dog who never needed training. Manners came effortlessly to him. My mom taught him to not scratch/lick himself anywhere but his crate, and to sit calmly to put his leash on, and to sit by his crate when the doorbell rings/not bark and he just..does. and she is BY NO MEANS a dog trainer.

He doesn't not like other dogs.. he doesn't like them either. It's just kind of a holier than thou tolerance for them. He doesn't even interact/notice other dogs. He totally ignores them like they are lesser beings.




He does like Romeo though. "like" as in..he will sometimes tolerate his playfulness instead of retreating to the couch.
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Then came..Kenya. The most rash decision I've ever made.
I volunteered at the animal shelter in Miami a lot.. this crowded awful place. and one day I saw this mangy little thin GSD girl in a kennel and just wanted her. and brought her home.

My parents were beyond furious. I was in high school, going away for college and it wasn't time for a dog.
The plan was to foster her and adopt her out.. I mean, how hard could it be? She was purebred.
...and then the honeymoon period ended and her true colors shined on through. She was an anxious nervous wreck of a dog. Scared of 99% of people.
She LOVED other dogs and loved those she knew.. but strangers, noises, unexpected things.. she was a wreck.

and so, she stayed.
but when I went to college, things changed. She needed a lot of exercise, so my parents hired a dog walker, doggy day care, kept up with her raw diet.. did everything they could. But she needed a PERSON, and they were just too busy. My parents are not really "big active dog" people. She was miserable frankly.. I came home from college, saw what her life was like, how bad her anxiety had gotten.. and made the tough decision to rehome her to someone who had the time for her and other dogs her size to play with.


she helped me raise an orphan litter of foster pups!


I don't regret rehoming her for an instant. She is so happy.
Her in her new home


Oh and the puppies!!
Dallas, Vegas, London and Paris. They were fosters from the shelter.. what a mess.
Liquid wormy poops, constantly crying, handfeeding.. Jesus lol they lived in my bathroom.
But they eventually found new homes and are now huge.


them now


and finally.. last but not least. Romeo.
My supposed to be forever dog.
I was a sophomore in College, living on my own in an apartment and wanted a dog.
I wanted a pap puppy actually lol but somehow, Romeo, a full grown LC chihuahua, ended up in my lap.

He made college fun. He was just what I needed to branch out, make friends..



Well, I missed a class I was required to take so ended up needing to do another semester at the school where I was before transferring. Not wanting to sign a lease for a year just for 4 months.. It was agreed Romeo would stay with my parents til I was done. and that was fine.
Well, Romeo and my mom were out walking and he was attacked by a pitbull off lead.
His injuries were bad.. he needed quite a few surgeries, physical therapy, bandage changes, rest.. it was a mess. My mom could barely deal with his care and the environment (on the 52nd floor of a dog friendly condo with other dogs in the apartment) wasn't exactly great for healing.
My cousin jumped up the chance to care for him. And so she did.. they went to physical therapy appointments, she took him to work, changed his bandages, feed him with a spoon lol did everything.

Well, then the earthquake in Haiti happened. She tragically lost her mom..and soon after.. her father took his own life. She was a wreck. Wanted to see no-one, talk to no-one..
She told me the only thing she had left was Romeo and that he was the sunshine in her life.
I still had a few months left at school and by the time I returned and taking him back was even an option.. it wasn't.
I loved him with all my heart.. but he was HER heart dog. And you could tell just being around them. At that point, she had had him longer than I did, went through more and just..needed him.

To make matters even worse..I babysat him for a weekend and found out the attack had done a NUMBER on his behavior. He was now dog aggressive.. badly. My building is full of dogs and by a park.. he was miserable around all the strange dogs.
2 behaviorists later.. they are working on his issues together.

I love the little brat, and do miss him.
but sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall into place. I realized that he was happier with her and keeping him would be pretty selfish, he wasn't happy living around other dogs and they had been through so much together.. and really, how can I look at them like this and think I made the wrong decision? lol
at the end of the day, I believe he ended up where he was supposed to be.
Spoiled rotten of course.

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Old 08-03-2012, 10:24 AM
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You know what this thread has made me do? Now I'm sitting here thinking I need a sheltie puppy RIGHT NOW.

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Old 08-03-2012, 10:30 AM
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All these stories and pictures are making me happy and sad at the same time...so many memories, good, bad and bittersweet.

I really need to remember to grab the family photo albums next time I'm home and scan in pictures...
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Old 08-03-2012, 10:37 AM
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The dog we had when I was growing up was a BYB Cocker Spaniel named Quincy. He was enormous. Fat, too, but enormous even beyond being fat. He was a good dog. He was not the stereotypical Cocker. I find most of the Cockers at work disappointing because they don't measure up to Q.



My first dog as an adult living on my own was Siren, the Miniature Poodle. She belonged to an elderly woman who had to move into a nursing home and could no longer keep her. She had been a longtime client at the veterinary hospital where I was working, and one of the doctors offered to take her in and find a home for her. She lived in the kennels and the doctor asked if I could let her out with me on my overnight shifts. At first I couldn't stand her- she was 15 1/2, senile, not housebroken, paced and paced and paced and paced all night long. But as we got to know each other, I fell in love with her and she stopped pacing. It was only right that she come home with me. So, yeah, she was ancient, had congestive heart failure, glaucoma, kidney insufficiency, and was totally senile, but she was the sweetest little dog and I loved her very much. I had her for a year or so.



She gave me a love for old dogs, and after a number of years, I adopted Harvey from the shelter. Harvey was an old black pit bull who'd already been returned once. I didn't know how he was still alive, honestly. There was just something special about him that the shelter people recognized. He had lived at the shelter for over a year before being adopted the first time, and they had a soft spot for him. They bent the rules to send him home with me.

Harv was awesome. He was old. He wasn't playing with quite a full deck of cards. He was afraid of the camera, afraid of the pooper scooper, afraid of the clicker, afraid of thunderstorms. But he had the most gentle spirit, and he was a wonderfully silly, goofy kind of dog.



Poor Harv ended up with some issues. He had to have an eye removed due to past trauma. He started having seizures, which eventually were uncontrollable with medication and were the reason I had to put him to sleep. He had an ear hematoma. He had a tooth root abscess. And I had said I wasn't going to put a lot of money into him. HAHAHAHA. But he was worth it. Completely worth it.
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Really good thread!

We still frequently talk about our past dogs and have such fond members (and not-so-fond also, lol) of them. Great part of my childhood though.

I started being a dog lover from the time I was born, LOL. I BEGGED my parents for a dog from ages 2-4, and then finally for my 5th birthday, "I" got Daisy, our Golden Retriever. Of course, being 5 years old, she ended up becoming more my fathers dog. But she taught me a lot. She was so patient with me. I also still have a scar on my knee from her - I always say I'll have a piece of Daisy forever with me. She was a pup, I was young, and we were playing fetch with a toy passing from one person to the next and her claw dug into my knee. I needed 7 stitches.... and I still loved that dog, lol. I came home and she slept with me all night and kissed my face as if to say she was sorry. But she was an awesome loyal dog, who LOVED my dad. And when he was going thru the divorce with my mom, she was really all he had for a while.
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Sadie. My first "heart dog" I think. I mean, it doesn't come close to what Jackson and I have, but I was so much younger. We got Sadie when I was 10. She came at a very devastating time in my life when my parents were getting divorced, but not only that, my mom was having a baby with another man. It was a confusing time for me, so I got her out of sympathy from my dad. We were sooo not ready for a GSD and we got her from a terrible place (in a Baltimore City rowhouse) and we should have known when the parents were aggressively barking at us to NOT take her. But we did anyways. She was MY baby. God I loved that dog. She connected with me more than anybody and slept in my bed every night. I tried to train her, the best I could. But she didn't get much more than just being in the fenced in backyard and that was it. We moved, and she ended up attacking someone that came on our property, and being put down on my first day of high school at a brand new school. I was devastated. Cried for days. I still miss her and regret everything we did wrong with her.




Carmen was a cockapoo that my little brother picked out from a pet store. He just WANTED that dog sooo bad, and my mom and step-dad were NOT ready for a dog, they are not good dog owners, lol. That poor pup was shuffled from house to house and kept in a crate for way too long. But, Connor loved her so. She was just... very sweet. After Connor died at the age of 5, Carmen truly became a part of the family though. She was a farm dog through and through. She had free roam but allowed inside whenever she wanted and slept in my moms bed. She would pick up snakes and fling them around, and block groundhogs out in the farmfield and not let up. It really was amazing to see. I brought Jackson home about 8 months before she passed away and she really taught him the ropes and ended up loving him a lot. She became more like my dog really. She annoyed me sometimes, she was so OCD - she was a dog that broke through EVERY screen in the house, and would just scratch on a door for hours trying to get out, etc. But I miss her and she was a part of Connor. She got run over by a car.

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All these stories and pictures are making me happy and sad at the same time...so many memories, good, bad and bittersweet.

I really need to remember to grab the family photo albums next time I'm home and scan in pictures...
This. Bittersweet. But I thought it was almost shameful that we don't have these memories posted because really, would we be on this forum if it wasn't for our past dogs?
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My first dog was Foxy, a pomeranian from a petstore. I loved foxes, and when I was 5 years old my dad surprised me with a little fox looking puppy.

We had Foxy for about 2 years. He would constantly pee everywhere, and had horrible anal gland infections. My uncle would watch him when we went on vacations, and my parents decided that Foxy would be better off living with him. It definitely made me very sad.

I wish I had a picture of him scanned in. I have a bunch at home.

We started going to dog shows when I was 7 or 8 years old to find our next breed of dog. My dad convinced my mom and I that a dalmatian would be the perfect breed. I wanted a little dog like a Yorkie that I could put bows in its hair We went on a waitlist for a dal puppy, and Lilly came home when I was 8 years old. This was before the whole dalmatian craze!


Me and Lilly by Chihuahuaesque, on Flickr



Lilly went into renal failure at the age of 10, right after my freshman year of college. After staying at the vet's office for 3 nights, my parents made the decision to have her put to sleep. It was one of the hardest days of my life.

Next is Daisy, a toy poodle. We adopted her when I was 14 years old. She was probably ~8-10 years old at the time. She was very sweet, but a very cranky old lady. She was very, very attached to my mom. She had heart issues and had cardiologist appointments. She was put to sleep a couple of years after Lilly.



My first dog as an adult was Madison. We bought him from a bad situation (BYB, and he was in a rubbermaid tub filled with cedar shavings). When Chloe was a puppy, he would constantly attack her and Rylie. We made the decision to find him a home without other dogs. We get regular pictures and updates on him, and he's doing so well!



Next up is Roxi. Ian worked at Petsmart during college for a few months, and someone dropped Roxi off there. Ian wasn't at work at the time, but his manager called us because we had chihuahuas. Roxi was about 6 weeks old, full of worms, had an eye infection, an ear infection, was dehydrated, and no one was willing to take her to the vet.



As soon as we took her, she went straight to the vet. We kept her until she was 12 weeks old, and adopted her out to a woman that LOVES her. I still regret adopting her out. I had already made plans to get Chloe and couldn't keep them both.

Here's what adult Roxi looks like!





We fostered "Noob" for a few months. He was not my type of dog at all! He was about 10-15lbs, older, and I found him running down the road on my way to work one morning. We adopted him out as an only dog.

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Great thread! I love reading everyones' stories.

Not counting the fosters that have come and gone, I've only had one previous dog. We didn't have a dog at all until I was in fourth grade - my parents surprised us one day by bringing home a one-year-old male collie, who we named Danny Boy. Danny was a rescue, and spent the first year of his life on a farm with a bunch of other dogs. He had been somewhat neglected and came to us 20 pounds underweight - he was a skinny minny. We fixed that pretty quickly, haha.

I still vividly remember the day my mom brought him home - she was very late home from work and my dad wouldn't tell me where she was. I was so thrilled when she pulled in with a big, hairy dog in the backseat. Danny had some issues at first; he had lots of energy and not a lot of experience being an inside dog, so he was pretty wild. He didn't know how to do stairs, paced when he got anxious, and nipped when anyone moved too fast (ah, herding dogs). But he grew to be such a good dog. He was the quintessential family dog - affectionate, loyal, tolerant, obedient, and oh so stable. Nothing ever fazed him in the slightest, and he loved everyone and everything. I did 4H with him, and he behaved for me so well. I wish I had known more modern training methods at the time (we used a choke chain on him), because he was a very smart dog and probably would have loved agility.

We lost him suddenly and unexpectedly at the age of 7 - unknown to us, he had developed a spleenic tumor, which ruptured and killed him almost instantly. I was away at a dog show with Cricket and didn't get to say goodbye. Still miss my big fluffy dog, and I'd love to get another collie someday.




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