I have never bought a dog. Most of them have been foisted on me usually by my son. This just covers the last 25
years of dog ownership.

1. Kelly, a black and tan doberman. A gift from my son.
Kelly was sweet and loving but looked threatening. I swear
that she had a sense of humor.

2. Spike, a male black and tan doberman brought into the household by Ted. He had been used as a guard dog until
Ted brought him home. Ted said he didn't like women but
he fell in love with me. He could articulat two words very plainly. They were, "my mama". Kelly loved him and they
were a beautiful pair.

Muffin, a pet quality Yorkshire Terrier. Too large for
people who liked the tea cup size. She was fearless and
loving. My best beloved of all my dogs. She was a gift
from my son. I don't cry often but I wept buckets for a
week when I lost her.

Wolf, an Alasken Malamute given to me by my son. He was
a very different kind of dog. He liked to be petted but
was more aloof than most dogs and scared the devil out of
most people. He was so intelligent that he learned to
work cattle without any training. He was almost too
protective. He loved to work and was an excellent hunter.
It is a dis-service to have this breed in a hot climate.
They love cold weather and they are definitely bred to
work.

Rex. the first time I saw him in my neighbors yard, he ran
to greet me and was immediately knocked down by Wolf. He
moved to my house and Wolf made him submit every day but he
stayed. The neighbors were abusive. Finally, after three
months, I told my neighbor that he needed neutering and shots and asked her if she wanted me to keep him and take
care of it. She said yes. He absolutely loved the farm.
He could swim every day and run free. He has adapted to
city life quite well. He has become our child. He has
such a wonderful temperment and loves everyone but some men
who remind him of his abusive master. He has definitely
got PTSD from being abused and is frightened of sudden
noises and strange objects. He is right up there with
Muffin in the best beloved category. He adores children
and my youngest grandchild begs us to trade dogs. no way!!