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  • Most users on this website are dog lovers. My question is, in your lifetime, what was your favorite dog, ever. You could only select one pet? What was the dog's breed or was it just just a mute? Why was this dog your "lifetime favorite"?

    Most users on this website are dog lovers. My question is, in your lifetime, what was your favorite dog, ever. You could only select one pet? What was the dog's breed or was it just just a mute? Why was this dog your "lifetime favorite"?

  • #2
    My favorite was a half collie-half mute back when I was twelve years old. Everyday this dog would followed me everywhere. Even while I served my newspapers. I used a shopping cart loaded with newspapers and wheeled it down the street because I had so many newspapers. They would not fit my newspaper bag. Her name was Beauty.

    If I played sports with the local neighborhood kids my dog was always watching or sleeping laying nearby. My dog would shed hair and my mom wanted to get rid of her.
    I begged my mother to keep her and she said I would have to brush her every morning.
    Forty years later and now a cat owner but I still remember Beauty.
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    • #3
      My favorite was actually owned by my Sister. He was a German Shepard and would stand up and put his paws on my shoulder every time I saw him. When he did stand up he looked me straight in the eyes. His name was Droxler Von Kirchland, we called him Dret. My Sister breed dogs for the Military in the '60's to be guard dogs. They liked his offspring for their size and strength.
      He lived on a farm in the Adirondacks and when a bear went by outside, the hair on his neck would stand up. Didn't bark, just the hair signal.

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      • #4
        I've never had one I didn't like and love for one reason or another.

        The two standouts are the first lab-mix (Holly, my Sis named her)my Dad got at the pound when my sister and I couldn't tear away from it while looking for my great-grandmother's runaway terrier. I was 7. There were 5 kids, but that dog was MINE. Even walking my paper route with me for years. I was a freshman in college when they put her down and somehow forgot to tell me. I was home for a few minutes, looked around puzzled and whistled. My dad turned ashen faced and my mom burst out crying.

        I've had 4 in the 18 years with my wife on my own. Three adopted as grown dogs. The one younger pup was hit by a car, but it's my current beagle (Flicker, not to be confused with his long time larger basset mix companion Flash), who I've had for 10 years now that has the number 2 spot. As a companion dog, he's lacking compared to some of the others I've owned. The lab and lab mixes are just better companions. But he was the first dog I hunted over and the first time he opened up and ran a rabbit I questioned why I'd ever hunted without a mutt. He's now too old to run, and I don't have a started pup, but he opened my eyes.

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        • #5
          Originally posted by Gary Devine View Post
          My favorite was a half collie-half mute back when I was twelve years old. Everyday this dog would followed me everywhere. Even while I served my newspapers. I used a shopping cart loaded with newspapers and wheeled it down the street because I had so many newspapers. They would not fit my newspaper bag. Her name was Beauty.

          If I played sports with the local neighborhood kids my dog was always watching or sleeping laying nearby. My dog would shed hair and my mom wanted to get rid of her.
          I begged my mother to keep her and she said I would have to brush her every morning.
          Forty years later and now a cat owner but I still remember Beauty.
          Gary,
          I'm just reading this now. Reminds of my days delivering the Inquirer with my dog trailing along. Those were good days.

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          • #6
            I have had only 4 dogs, though I was very close with my relatives dogs (we all lived close by).When I was a boy, my first was my Collie dog Kato, I named him after the Green Hornet's sidekick. A kinder, braver friend I never saw than him. I have since loved and lost a Golden Retriever (MacKeaver) and a princess of a Labrador (Mindy). We now have a pistol of a Labrador (11 weeks) named Sonny, and he is a riot in a black coat.I cannot choose who I loved the most, but Kato still brings tears to my eyes.He would follow us 4 kids and our friends wherever we went and once he fought this nasty German Shepard on our block that went after him and my little sister. Fur was flying and Kato was bleeding on his nose, but it was the Shepard that backed away.He was famous for his midnight patrols around the house. You sometimes would hear him walking and then sniffing beds, before settling back down with a sigh. He was struck by a car when I was 11. We(us and bunch of neighborhood kids) were playing basketball in the yard and someone left the gate open and Kato chased a motorbike, didn't catch it, but turned back and was struck. I remember begging the Buffalo Policeman there not to shoot him, he was very kind as was the poor folks that hit him. Our neighbor and my mom carefully loaded Kato on a big piece of Formica and rushed him to the Emergency Vet, where he died the next night. My poor mother never quite got over that night, none of us did.

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            • #7
              My current terrier mutt. He adopted me not the other way around

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              • #8
                I've owned about 12+/- Dogs in my life time from Beagles to Irish Setters and Three Labs. My favorite dog was a Black Lab Dusty of Erechson Wygen Kennels(1974) at Ten Weeks old from Good Hunting Stock, He was Retrieving after two days at Home, Small Game Season was 2 Months away at 19 months old first weekend out He was getting Birdee in the Jeep near a corn field. I stop the Jeep, grabbed my shotgun and cut him loss in less then 20' He Points and breaks....up goes a Rooster...two shots later Dusty comes back Bird in Mouth. What a Dog. Four years later He gets Hit by a Car crossing a dirt road from one corn field to an other.
                The only Good Things that Last are Winchester Rifles & Parker Shotguns!

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                • #9
                  Originally posted by PigHunter
                  I'm not a dog lover and thankfully have no pets to take care of right now. However, my favorite dog ever was a feist/beagle mix my little brother had when we were growing up. 'Sam' was an excellent squirrel dog during the day and a great opossum dog at night. Besides all that, he was my brother's constant companion and provided him much joy and friendship as only dogs can for boys that age.

                  Sam was the size and shape of a beagle but had the intelligence of a feist. His jet black hair was so oily that water beaded off him in a rain or just after a swim. His major joy in life was to join us boys in a hunt as we relied upon his nose to find us squirrels. My brother could tell a lot by Sam's distant barking; "He's on the trail." or "He's got one treed." or "He's faking, and just barking to make us hurry up!"

                  If a squirrel hit the ground only wounded, Sam would be the first to get to it and then the fight would commence. Of course the squirrel didn't have a chance but would sometimes get in some good bites before it ended. Sam had one ear permanently pierced by a squirrel, with a hole all the way through as if ready to wear an earring.

                  We sometimes hunted opossums for catch and release at night. That was before we got our driver's licenses and started chasing two-legged game. Sam was excellent at sniffing out opossums too, waiting at the bottom of the tree for us to climb up and shake the poor creature from a limb. He would help us catch the opossum and then seem to dance around us in joy as we praised him for another successful hunt.

                  Several years later, Sam met an untimely death as he ran under a mortar box being lowered from the log truck. It was a sad day indeed. I would become a dog owner once again if I found another just like Sam.
                  Brilliant.

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                  • #10
                    Mutts win hands down. Always smart (In my experiences), always loyal and gosh DARN are they healthy! More problems with "Good blood lined" dogs than I can count. My mutts have outlived all of them. Case in point, my dachshund (mix with terrier) lived into his 20's. We had to put him down because he couldnt keep hold his bladder. He could actually talk. No lie.

                    Now I have a rescue, (Sheppard/ridgeback mix) that is smarter than me! LOL!
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                    • #11
                      Originally posted by jcarlin View Post
                      I've never had one I didn't like and love for one reason or another.

                      The two standouts are the first lab-mix (Holly, my Sis named her)my Dad got at the pound when my sister and I couldn't tear away from it while looking for my great-grandmother's runaway terrier. I was 7. There were 5 kids, but that dog was MINE. Even walking my paper route with me for years. I was a freshman in college when they put her down and somehow forgot to tell me. I was home for a few minutes, looked around puzzled and whistled. My dad turned ashen faced and my mom burst out crying.

                      I've had 4 in the 18 years with my wife on my own. Three adopted as grown dogs. The one younger pup was hit by a car, but it's my current beagle (Flicker, not to be confused with his long time larger basset mix companion Flash), who I've had for 10 years now that has the number 2 spot. As a companion dog, he's lacking compared to some of the others I've owned. The lab and lab mixes are just better companions. But he was the first dog I hunted over and the first time he opened up and ran a rabbit I questioned why I'd ever hunted without a mutt. He's now too old to run, and I don't have a started pup, but he opened my eyes.
                      JC, It is amazing how dogs don't care what age their masters are. My dog Beauty was my shadow. It didn't matter what the weather was outside. She was right there.

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                      • #12
                        Originally posted by jcarlin View Post
                        I've never had one I didn't like and love for one reason or another.

                        The two standouts are the first lab-mix (Holly, my Sis named her)my Dad got at the pound when my sister and I couldn't tear away from it while looking for my great-grandmother's runaway terrier. I was 7. There were 5 kids, but that dog was MINE. Even walking my paper route with me for years. I was a freshman in college when they put her down and somehow forgot to tell me. I was home for a few minutes, looked around puzzled and whistled. My dad turned ashen faced and my mom burst out crying.

                        I've had 4 in the 18 years with my wife on my own. Three adopted as grown dogs. The one younger pup was hit by a car, but it's my current beagle (Flicker, not to be confused with his long time larger basset mix companion Flash), who I've had for 10 years now that has the number 2 spot. As a companion dog, he's lacking compared to some of the others I've owned. The lab and lab mixes are just better companions. But he was the first dog I hunted over and the first time he opened up and ran a rabbit I questioned why I'd ever hunted without a mutt. He's now too old to run, and I don't have a started pup, but he opened my eyes.
                        I got my first mutt when I was 4, my Dad had him put down when I was away my junior year. Can't remember if I got a call a few days later or if they told me when I came back for a weekend visit. Either way I hadn't expected it, cancer came on so fast even they didn't know how bad he was until the vet saw him.

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                        • #13
                          Originally posted by PigHunter
                          I'm not a dog lover and thankfully have no pets to take care of right now. However, my favorite dog ever was a feist/beagle mix my little brother had when we were growing up. 'Sam' was an excellent squirrel dog during the day and a great opossum dog at night. Besides all that, he was my brother's constant companion and provided him much joy and friendship as only dogs can for boys that age.

                          Sam was the size and shape of a beagle but had the intelligence of a feist. His jet black hair was so oily that water beaded off him in a rain or just after a swim. His major joy in life was to join us boys in a hunt as we relied upon his nose to find us squirrels. My brother could tell a lot by Sam's distant barking; "He's on the trail." or "He's got one treed." or "He's faking, and just barking to make us hurry up!"

                          If a squirrel hit the ground only wounded, Sam would be the first to get to it and then the fight would commence. Of course the squirrel didn't have a chance but would sometimes get in some good bites before it ended. Sam had one ear permanently pierced by a squirrel, with a hole all the way through as if ready to wear an earring.

                          We sometimes hunted opossums for catch and release at night. That was before we got our driver's licenses and started chasing two-legged game. Sam was excellent at sniffing out opossums too, waiting at the bottom of the tree for us to climb up and shake the poor creature from a limb. He would help us catch the opossum and then seem to dance around us in joy as we praised him for another successful hunt.

                          Several years later, Sam met an untimely death as he ran under a mortar box being lowered from the log truck. It was a sad day indeed. I would become a dog owner once again if I found another just like Sam.
                          Thanks everybody and good comments. Plus ones for all.

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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by PigHunter
                            I'm not a dog lover and thankfully have no pets to take care of right now. However, my favorite dog ever was a feist/beagle mix my little brother had when we were growing up. 'Sam' was an excellent squirrel dog during the day and a great opossum dog at night. Besides all that, he was my brother's constant companion and provided him much joy and friendship as only dogs can for boys that age.

                            Sam was the size and shape of a beagle but had the intelligence of a feist. His jet black hair was so oily that water beaded off him in a rain or just after a swim. His major joy in life was to join us boys in a hunt as we relied upon his nose to find us squirrels. My brother could tell a lot by Sam's distant barking; "He's on the trail." or "He's got one treed." or "He's faking, and just barking to make us hurry up!"

                            If a squirrel hit the ground only wounded, Sam would be the first to get to it and then the fight would commence. Of course the squirrel didn't have a chance but would sometimes get in some good bites before it ended. Sam had one ear permanently pierced by a squirrel, with a hole all the way through as if ready to wear an earring.

                            We sometimes hunted opossums for catch and release at night. That was before we got our driver's licenses and started chasing two-legged game. Sam was excellent at sniffing out opossums too, waiting at the bottom of the tree for us to climb up and shake the poor creature from a limb. He would help us catch the opossum and then seem to dance around us in joy as we praised him for another successful hunt.

                            Several years later, Sam met an untimely death as he ran under a mortar box being lowered from the log truck. It was a sad day indeed. I would become a dog owner once again if I found another just like Sam.
                            PH, great joke!

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                            • #15
                              That's like asking which of my kids is my favorite. I had two consecutive Shepard/Collie mutts for over thirty years, currently two Brittany's. The second Brit came from the first, which was an awesome experience for the whole family. But she's only two next month so the jury is still out. Maybe I haven't had that lifetime dog yet, can't really say.

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