Ah man, now youve got me wanting a dog! LOL, I grew up with cocker spaniels but havent had a dog since I got married.
The first dog I remember as a kid was a blond cocker... Patty. Was heartbroke when she died. Living on a farm, we had dogs dumped and they would wonder in. Butch was a shepherd mix. Would kill chickens and eat eggs. Took a dead chicken and soaked it in kerosene. Tied it around his neck w/binder twine and made him drag it. He ate the kerosene soaked bird and never even hiccupped. One day I saw Grandpa and the single shot .410 heading to the pasture w/Butch. Gramps returned... Butch didn't. Another good dog was a Boxer/German Shepherd mix. She was a big dog. She was bitten on the throat by a rattlesnake and we thought we'd lost her. She came through that. She torn a 6" long gash in her belly jumping over a barbed wire fence. She was shot in the fleshy part of a thigh by hunters. Survived all and lived a long, good life. Had Poms, Spitz, cockers, Brittneys, Daschund, and a few that were not identifiable as to their genetics. Never bought a dog. Always had them given to us or we rescued from shelters.
Our son always wanted a Mastiff. Now, his wife says she is alergic to dogs and won't let him have one. One daughter has a toy daschund. Skinny little runt with toe nails longer than his legs. Impossible to hold on to if he wants to get away. The other daughter currently has a German Shorthair bird dog, a black lab, and a mix breed from a shelter. They are the ones who got the black lab to replace a yellow lab that had to be put down.
I stay in a hotel 4 nights/week. The hotel I've been in since April has a dog that resides in the office. "Sugar" and I have outlasted 2 managers. The last manager would tell "Sugar", on Mondays, "Mr. ******** is coming to stay with us today." She said once she told Sugar I was on the way, the dog would sit at the lobby door and whine until I showed up. This dog goes positively nuts when I walk into the lobby. Cannot wait to jump in my arms. Then, I retreat to my room covered with dog hair!!! (At least I tell my wife it's dog hair when she sees it on the laundry I bring home!)