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Growing up, we had Saint Bernards, 3 at a time. My parents were trying to breed our female with our older male, he was perfectly willing, she aws too big of a ditz to do more than sit down. I swear, regardless of her markings, that dog was BLONDE to the roots! They also showed them, but our first one was strictly a pet....we got her for Christmas in 1972. We always said that not only would she open the door for the burglar, but she'd help him carry out the valuables! But any kids that came into her yard were well protected....all the neighborhood kids knew Buffy. I got an "A" in my Independent Studies class one year after doing an oral report (I hate to write papers!) on Saint Bernards with Jamie. She was the blonde one....she was quite the hit....little show off!
I've only had one dog as an adult...that was Shiloh. He was a "free to a good home" dog from the paper. I was looking for a dog because I didn't want to have to fool around with housetraining. He had the best personality.....he was part Chow and maybe lab.....he was abused as a puppy, apparently beaten pretty badly when he was dumped at a shelter in Creve Coure, MO. The girl I got him from worked in a sales position, and was looking for a hoome that he wasn't constantly being kenneled due to her travel.
He was cool.....he'd smile when he met me at the door, and he was always so happy to see me....talk about unconditional love! He loved to go for rides, as most dogs, and he actually knew what the Golden Arches meant! I'd treat him to a hamburger when we did the long road trip thing, so it didn't take him long to learn that. When I lived in Buffalo, I'd go home to my parents every month or so, and there is a McDonald's on the thruway at the Angola rest area that I"d stop at. Well, one day, we got a later start, and I was hungry, so I hit a McD's in the city, we both had our burgers. So, I'm on the thruway, about 2 miles from the rest area, and Shiloh pops up in the rear view mirror.....I had a Ranger with the extra cab room for him....so he sees the Arches coming, gets all excited, and when I didn't stop, he stood looking out the back window and I swear, I heard this big, long heartfelt {{SIGH}}. He turns to look at me with those big sad eyes......
He bonded with my dad for some reason. Where ever dad went, Shiloh was someplace nearby. Or Dad would wait until Shiloh was asleep, and knock on the window (if he was outside) or on a table or something....Shiloh would be up and barking and running in midair before he even knew what he was barking at! One night, Shiloh was asleep next to my mom, also asleep, and Dad knocked on the window.....both my mom and Shiloh jumped 6 feet! I roared, my mom got mad, and poor Shiloh's looking for the knocker. But he got even a few nights later.....my Dad was taking his nap before bedtime, and Shiloh had just come inside, it was winter and Shiloh loved to root in the snow, so his nose was freezing cold. He came in and went over to my sleeping Dad, and touched his nose to my dad's arm......Dad wakes up fast anyway, and when he jumped, Shiloh started barking at him. My mom and I just about wet ourselves we were laughing so hard! Shiloh was sitting there grinning at my Dad, who was all "that's not funny, dammit!". Yeah....it was!
My parents have a golden lab/Akita mix they got from the pound. Jade is a trip...the dog NEVER walks.....she has never touched the steps going out the back of the garage...she sails over them, up or down. My parents plant a garden, and Jade treats it like it's her own personal salad bar.....she absolutely LOVES strawberries, can shell peas and spit out the shell, and even tried the onions. That was funny, she ate half of one and then came in and breathed onion breath all over my sleeping Dad.....talk about a rude awakening!
My sister has a choclate lab that is a horse!!!!! And like all big dogs, is convinced he is a lap dog......even though he needs at least 2 laps to be comfy. They take him out on the boat, he has a life jacket, and a ramp to get out of the water. He loves to stomp thru my sister's pond, stirring up the koi. They also have a pond that he runs through, regardless of the temp outside.
My other sister has a rottie who is a total wuss.....totally loveable. His treat of choice is cheese....when he goes to visit grandma, he'll come in and sit in front of the fridge waiting. Or if my mom is up and standing, he'll go lean on her.....at 120 lbs, that's a lotta doggie weight. Mom keep all of the treats in the pantry, cheese in the fridge, and every one of the canine kids that come over know exactly where they are. When everyone's there, there is a traffic jam outside the pantry door.....even the cats know there are goodies in there!
One more....friends of my parents have a little toy mutt called Baby....aka Sudsy.....they used to live next door to my parents, and when they'd come in off the road, she knew they were there by the big rig parked at the house. She'd want out, and she'd come running over to the house and get her treats.....she spent as much time at my parents house as she did her own! And she was an alcoholic.....she LOVED Coors beer...and only Coors! She had to have a sip or two when ever anyone had a beer. I watched her one day turn her nose up at Miller Beer......and she sat there and muttered about it until my dad finally gave her some Coors. She was so cute!
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was a yorkshire terrier and later she got on top of it a black poodle. 
luckily her parents didnt call a scene and I dont know if her parents even knew but I remember thinking "heavens sake, I told ya...." 
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