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    I grew up with dogs, my dad had hunting dogs, and we had a special blue heeler called "Bobby" the things that dog got up to.......we still laugh and cry when we talk about him.
    When I left home I had a red heeler x called "Betty" she was with me for 18 beautiful years, she is buried here in our backyard, she died on rememberance day. She travelled everywhere with me.
    I have a red heeler cross called "Millie" I got her from the RSPCA when she was a puppy, she was malnutritioned and in a bad way, she is now 8 years old and has a great life with us.
    We have a 15 year old blue cattle x chow called "B.D" lucky I work as a vet nurse as I can bring home some feel good medication now and then to make her back legs work a bit better. The Vet makes up a mixture with green lip musscle and omega oils ect, she gets that in her food at night. She just keeps on going.
    Then we have "Rex" the blue heeler, the tail chaser, the shadow chaser, and the I love anything sparkley. He is now over one year old and is such a character. He gets to go to work on the ute everyday, and hang with us all at night. He is the added attraction to this household. Tries to bluff me and take over, but I have to be a bit strong with him.
    As you can see I love my dogs, I wouldnt be without one, Life is great with such good friends around me.

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    We got our first dog when I was 5. Geordie was a black Cocker Spaniel, 18 months old. He was a very important part of my life for the next 14 years. Later one of my older sisters came home with a Bull Terrier Timmy who went with her when she got married. We also had a white Poodle Scamp who was meant to be a miniature but grew to the size of a small standard.

    I got my first "very own" dog for my 14th birthday. Cindy, an 8 week old Border Collie. Four months later Cindy was dead. Although she was vaccinated she still caught distemper. She recovered well but was left with brain damage causing paralysis so she had to be put to sleep.

    I couldn't have another dog for 6 months in case of infection so I took a job weekends and school holidays at a local animal refuge. That's where I found Sheena, a little black and white Border Collie x Kelpie, the ugliest pup in the litter but one of the best dogs I have ever owned.

    Lassie the Foxhound came from the refuge. She lived wild in the bush for over six months until an intellectually disabled boy befriended her and her litter of puppies and christened her Lassie. She was middleaged and terrified of strangers, particularly men and was destined for the green dream. My parents had said "no more animals" but I gave it a try. I put a pink ribbon round Lassie's neck and gave her to Mum for Mothers Day. It worked. Lassie stayed.

    After I got married I went back to work as Assistant Manager of the same refuge and my husband chose his very first dog. Andy, a 5 year old black Labrador. The biggest, blackest Lab. you've ever seen.

    Then I went with my sister to choose a Mini Foxie pup for her daughter and we were appalled to see two half starved, filthy pups, jumping with fleas. We took the pair simply to rescue them. My sister took Sue. I took Meg. Meg was to be rehomed once I had built her up a bit. She stayed for another 13 years until cancer took her.

    I better try and speed this up a bit.

    Joy was a severly abused German Shorthaired Pointer. She ended up thinking she was a lap dog. Duchess was an abused GSD. Bess was a black Lab/Cattle dog x with an attitude. Boodi was an ancient toy Poodle with cancer who came home for love before the end.

    Can't see a breed pattern here yet.

    After Sheena died my husband bought me Holly, a pedigree Border Collie. When the others had passed and we only had Holly and Meg the Mini Foxie left I got Mary, my first black Pug.

    Meg passed and we soon had two black Pugs, Mary and her daughter Brigit. Holly passed and I was given a pedigree tricolour long coat Chihuahua, Opal. At this time I was also doing Pug rescue.

    Four black Pugs - Mary, Brigit, Roane, Puck - Opal Chihuahua and any rescues that happened to arrive and I finally had a Deerhound bitch pup on order. I had wanted one for many years.

    I didn't get my bitch pup because a tatty old half dead Wolfhound x arrived in the pound. I went to have a look and it wasn't a Wolfhound x. It was a very neglected old Deerhound. I called the club and they came out to look and confirmed that the dog was indeed a Deerhound but so far gone it would be kindest to put him down. However the dog and I had made eye contact and we both knew we belonged together.

    Had to pull a few strings to get the hound out of the pound as only healthy dogs could be rehomed and this old man could hardly stand. According to the records an unclaimed Wolfhound x was euthanased after 8 days. A very thin (he weighed 26kg) Deerhound was bathed and groomed and came home with me. We called him Herne after the antler headed Lord of the Hunt.

    Spent a fortune on Herne. Vet, naturapath, chiropractor, bowen therapist etc. but it was worth it the first day he was strong enough to run and run and run. Watching him run my husband and I both cried.

    We lost Herne 3 days after surgery for gastric torsion. Looking at Deerhounds at the Royal Melbourne Show 7 months later made my weep but I went back later and ordered a Deerhound puppy.

    And thats almost the end of the story. We lost Merlyn Deerhound after a tragic accident when he crashed into a brick wall while playing with other Deeries and was left paralysed from the neck down. We lost Weyland Deerhound to cardiomyopathy 3 years ago. I still grieve for him.

    Currently we have 16 year old Arwen Pug (the last of my line) and a 12 month old shaded sable Shetland Sheepdog, Kenna.

    I've left some out I know but this is most of them.

    The End.

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    I'll start with the yard dogs.

    The first I recall was Champ, a GSD. He was ancient and died when I was 5.

    The second was Bacchus, a Lab x Bully - I can't recall how he died, the last memory I have of him was when he was about 7 or 8 years old.

    Prince, a Lab - he ran off and found a new home. We found him about 18 months later and spoke to his new owners but he was happy and they were too, so we left him there.

    Ollie, Poodle x. She was hit by a tow truck out the front of our house. (we had no fences as you might have guessed)

    Ollie's children, Ollie 2 and Rastus (the product of Ollie and Bacchus) - Rastus dissappeared when he was about 3 and Ollie was made to dissappear by my father..who took her to the local pound one day along with a few of her pups who were around 6 months old at the time.

    An assortment of puppies arrived every year or so from Ollie 2 and Bacchus.....

    Sam, a Lab from the petshop. He died from distemper within a few weeks. Sadly, many of Ollie 2's pups also died of distemper as well. My family were poor and we didn't go to Vets.

    The insdie dogs

    At about the time that we had Ollie 2 and Bacchus, our first Pug found her home with us. Rosie was her name. She died when I was a teenager. We have no idea how old she was but we guessed at around the 13 years or so.

    Shortly after Rosie's arrival, Roscoe entered our lives. Roscoe died a few days after being attacked by the Lab next door. As I said, poor family, no Vets.

    Before his demise, Rosie and Rosco had puppies. The first litter we kept a male and named him Robbie, the second litter we kept a female and named her Robyn.

    Dad ensured that there were no more matings, even though none were ever desexed.

    Robbie died when he was around 14-15 years of age. A year or so later Dad suffered a stroke and was put in a nursing home and I had Robyn euthanased. By this time, she was approx 14 years and was finding it difficult to walk, see or hear. I knew she would not deal with leaving the home she ever knew.

    My married life dogs

    Bandit - Bichon x, who remianed with my husband when I left the marriage. He 'dissappeared' a few years larer when he was about 8 years old.

    Horse - Weimeraner, died of cancer at 9.

    Rhana - Weimeraner, died of bloat at 6.

    Boofy - Pug, still puts hair all over my floors and was 6 in November.

    Monte - Pug, a rescue who I adopted from Vic, who was 7 in April.

    I am sure there have been more.... In today's world, most of my early life with dogs was considered bad and wrong. But that is how it was.
    A pessimist sees the glass as half empty;
    An optimist sees the glass as half full;
    A realist just finishes the damn thing and refills it.

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    When I was 2 my parents brought home our first puppy. Her name was Gitti and she was a white standard poodle. My mum used to have these dogs around all her life so it was no question to her what kind of dog she wanted. We started going to dog shows (these crazy people ) and also started breeding white standard poodles. From the first litter (I was 5) we kept Anuschka, a beautiful girl. She was a champion and won almost everything you can win in Europe. Gittis second litter (I was 7) had only two puppies a boy and a girl. I simply loved the girl and my parents had no chance to give her away and so we kept Baronesse. She was a monster . My brother and I had so much fun with her because she was up for anything. I have a big photo of her framed in my living room that moved from Germany (where I am from), over Scotland (where I lived for some time) to Melbourne.

    So we had these three dogs plus 1 litter every year. It was great growing up like this. I helped my mum when the dogs gave birth and with the upbringing of the puppies. But the hardest part was always when the new owners came to pick them up...

    When I was 15 (by then we weren't breeding anymore) we got Benita, another white standard poodle. She is an old lady now (15) but still young at heart . (The other three all died with old age and I still have tears in my eyes when I think about them...)

    When I moved out (I was 19) I didn't had my own dog but I was dog-sitting our poodles and my partners mum's dog Akina (a keeshound) whenever possible.

    And now after almost 10 years we have our own dog (since last December). She is a rotti x named Ziggy. I can't remember how we survived before her!
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    I have never owned a Dog before jarrah. I have had cats since I was born though. I have always wanted a dog, and always wanted a husky and when we moved to QLD DH promised me when we bought our own home I could have a dog. (we have 2 cats as well) Now I know all about cats, I can read their body language I know how to treat them medically, and I love them to bits.

    I know nothing about dogs, but with Jarrah it was love at first site, and now I can read her as well as I can read my cats. I would never have thought I would love a dog as much as I love her, never in a million years. I have a really strong bond with my girl I can understand her "talk" (huskys don;t bark) and she seems to understand me.
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    I don't have a huge history

    As a child the family had GSD named Sam. It was a very sad story when we left home. My brother got "custody" of him and went to jail and left him with his girlfriend to look after. She was only 16 and her grandmother made her put the dog under the house. The grandmother said she was feeding Sam, but when my brother got out of jail and went to get Sam he was being starved to death. My mum and brother took him to the vet and had to go through the back to protect the mental health of other people there with their pets. He was in such a bad way. The vet PTS he was 15 years old.
    If I ever see that girl again, I don't think I will be able to control myself. If I had of known this was happening to him, I would have taken him regardless of the fact that my landlord would have kicked up a stink. I was only 18 at the time and a single parent in a unit.. but I STILL would have made sure Sam's last year of life was a happy one.
    I still cry when I think about him.

    My husband bought me a kelpie X heeler when we first met. Her name was Misty. We only had her 2 years. She saw a neighbours little dog in the middle of the road and a car coming so ran up to it and push it out of the way saving it's life but taking the hit. Misty died in my arms 2 hours later at the vet. *I'm crying again* She was the hero of the town. I still have her collar and tags on my bed head 12 years later.

    Then we got a poodle X a few years later. We had him for 4 years and he was stolen by a psycho neighbour from my back yard. The police were no help and made it a civil case.
    It was messy and she kept denying she had him. I moved house because it was too distressing living on the same street as the woman who stole my dog. I had flyers up everywhere and people phoning me saying they saw her with him. I heard a dog barking from her house and she didn't have a dog before then. When I confronted her, she wouldn't let me in to see the dog she had.. saying it was the tv *pfft* I phoned the police and she had taken the dog somewhere else as they said there was no dog there when they were there. 2 days later I heard him barking again.. phoned the police again and they said they wouldn't go over as they had already checked it out. They told me to contact a solicitor and to stay away from her house or I would be charged with trespassing and harrassment.

    I had my Aussie bulldog for over 3 years. She is living with a young guy who wanted a huge dog with muscles. She sleeps in his bed with him and I get photos every week I already posted about why she was re homed.

    I have Dolly my pug now. He's around 2 years old. He won't get stolen because he never leaves my side and I lock him in a crate inside if I leave the house.
    I am so paranoid and over protective of him because of passed experience being so bad. He's very pampered.
    I love him so much ♥

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    Quote Originally Posted by puggerup View Post
    I don't have a huge history

    As a child the family had GSD named Sam. It was a very sad story when we left home. My brother got "custody" of him and went to jail and left him with his girlfriend to look after. She was only 16 and her grandmother made her put the dog under the house. The grandmother said she was feeding Sam, but when my brother got out of jail and went to get Sam he was being starved to death. My mum and brother took him to the vet and had to go through the back to protect the mental health of other people there with their pets. He was in such a bad way. The vet PTS he was 15 years old.
    If I ever see that girl again, I don't think I will be able to control myself. If I had of known this was happening to him, I would have taken him regardless of the fact that my landlord would have kicked up a stink. I was only 18 at the time and a single parent in a unit.. but I STILL would have made sure Sam's last year of life was a happy one.
    I still cry when I think about him.

    My husband bought me a kelpie X heeler when we first met. Her name was Misty. We only had her 2 years. She saw a neighbours little dog in the middle of the road and a car coming so ran up to it and push it out of the way saving it's life but taking the hit. Misty died in my arms 2 hours later at the vet. *I'm crying again* She was the hero of the town. I still have her collar and tags on my bed head 12 years later.

    Oh I am crying now as well.............so sad
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    When i was born, my parents had an old Lab X named penny. she passed when i was about 2. on my first birthday, my dad brought home a german shepard puppy, who naturally became mine. i named her woofy (hey, i could barely talk). We grew up together, and were inseperable. she used to jump the 8 foot fence when i was at school, and walk the 2 kilometers to my school at lunch time. she used to know the Dog catcher by sight/sound, and would race home, jump the fence, and look back out at him from behind the gate.

    on one occasion, a neighbours big (probably twice her size) Rotti X escaped, and backed my brother, 5 at the time, into a corner of our front yard, snarling and growling. when he turned to run it lunged at him. it never got a hold of him because Woofy had jumped the gate and put herself between it and my bro. she got pretty torn up, and i have no idea how dad got the Rotti off her without killing it... She healed up ok.

    she sadly had to get put down when i was 14/she 13 from hip problems, and i was devastated

    we then got Spot at 15. a Beagle x english Pointer. He was by far the ugliest and stupidest dog i ever met, although he could smell things out that had been lost for years. he passed when i was 19 from bone cancer which started in his leg.

    we Then got a Husky X lab, Seth, who was a fantastic looking puppy, but grew up to be quite ugly . he's still living with my brother and parents (i moved out), and is best friends with my brother. he even plays basketball. he's got a fantastic temprement.

    I decided at 22 that life was too empty without a dog, and a friend of a friend were getting rid of their 7 year old Malamute, due to their boyfriend not liking it (get rid of the boyfriend would have been my choice). Her name was Toli, and her and i bonded within about 40 minutes. she went everywhere with me... on several occasions forcing the girl i was dating (now am living with) to sit in the back seat of the car because she wouldn't budge. She was fantastic, always looking out for my girlfriend and I. i would always catch her constantly coming in to our bedroom through the night to check everything was ok. whenever i was away with work, she would not leave the Girlfriends Side. she was Stoic to a fault, and never let on she was in pain. but one day she didn't see me coming, and i caught her limping badly. as soon as she saw me she started bouncing around, but i knew something was up. A tumour was growing in her shoulder, and had caused it to break in 3 places, and splinters of the bone were in the joint. We put her down. this was last year and we still miss her. her picture, and her ashes are on the mantle. i'm crying as i type this... She touched everyones life that met her. Mum, who hasn't been known for being real emotional, flew in from interstate to say her goodbyes...

    last year, before we put Toli down, My Girlfriend Adopted a German Shep X Rotti, Zeus, which was supposed to be for my birthday, because she knows how much i love Sheps. He was 9, and his family were moving to Iraq to start a medical centre. they even have continued to pay for his healthcare/food, which shows how much they care for him. i say he was supposed to be for my birthday, because he chose My girlfriend, and they have a special bond. He is absolutely gorgeous. fitter and healthier than most dogs half his age. he chases ball for longer than my friends boarder collie X, and swims non stop for hours at a time. he's extremely placid, and will even let the cat climb on his head. rather protective of my Girlfriend when they are on walks tho. strange guys can't approach her, otherwise the hair goes up, and the teeth come out. he's currently on "his" couch as i type this... the good couch that he claimed the day after we got it.

    and that brings us onto Keesha. the latest addition. We rescued her last december, she's a 2 year old Malamute, who is the biggest sook you will ever meet. at the moment she's curled up on the couch next to me with a head in my lap. extremely energetic, she loves to go to the dog park and get chased by the other dogs. standing on her hind legs, she's 6 foot tall, weighs 45 kilograms, and it's hilarious to see her chased by a pommeranian. We don't know her history, but if she wasn't desexed, she would have had a shot at being a champion show dog. according to my vet she must have come from damn good blood lines, but sadly, there's no getting around the scars and badly healed broken bones that she was severely abused before we got her. how anyone could hurt her is beyond me, but they better hope i never find out who it was.

    Each dog is different, but the hardest to lose was Toli. her and I just clicked. Although i am not going to be a pretty sight when either of these two depart.

    anyway, that's my story.
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    i first got a pitbull when i was 2 and we sold it when it was 12.now i have 2 staffys.

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    Our first dog was a King Charles Spaniel named Rosie. We got her because my older brother was petrified of dogs and a therapist recommended that my parents get a dog to help him get over his fear (which he did). Unfortunately one day I opened the pen gate before closing the front gate and she ran onto the road and was hit by a car (I was around 3-4yo)

    Our next dog was another KCS named Charlie. We had him until he was around 7 when we moved house and my stepdad (total douchebag) decided to give him away

    Our 3rd dog was a Cocker Spaniel named Sally. My mum still had her for a while after I moved out and when she moved to a smaller house there were no dogs allowed so she was given to another family.

    My next dog was a Pomeranian/****zu named Jacey. We gave her to a family my hubby knew when I was heavily pregnant with my DS as she just wasn't getting enough attention.

    That brings me to Troopa, my german shepherd. I've grown up & I've matured and I'm looking forward to having him as a companion for the next 10-15 years

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