Childhood dog nostalgia trip

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Spudlet

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No getting maundy now:p, but what are your memories of the dogs you grew up with?

Mine are lying in front of the tv using Barney as a pillow...

Sitting in front of the fire, and somehow suddenly realising you had been nudged out of the heat without ever noticing, and Barney was basking in the glow....

Barney having a mad moment one Christmas and taking the tree out....

Good times:)
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I have no nostalgic memories of any dogs I grew up with, cos their offspring are all still present and correct whenever I go and visit my parents :p:D

Actually I do, I remember clearly the last litter of boxers my mum bred when I was 6 years old? She had the white (deaf) one PTS, and she had them docked AND dew clawed :eek: Such cruelty :rolleyes:

I liked the boxers much more than the CKCS :( I always worried they were cold so I used to get into their huge dog bed with them to keep them warm :D
 
You've seen these before, but this is D, my babysitter, my bodyguard, my best friend and I think I shall search my whole life to find another even just a little bit like her!

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Too many memories to mention - but she was a huge fan of the roundabout at the local park and would drag you over to it, if you let her off the lead she would run and jump on, and wait for you to push her around, she loved it.
Wouldn't do to have a GSD on a roundabout in a kiddie's park in this health and safety concious era!!!
Also car mad, would try to jump into any car with an open door, much to people's dismay, and go for a drive :p

She was a great ambassador for the breed and converted a lot of people who thought they were all vicious monsters.
Wish I had been old enough and knowledgeable to work her, she would have owned the field :D
 
I don't have any pics as I never scanned in all the old family photos and I rather suspect my mother has chucked all but a few baby pics now. :rolleyes:

Regardless, there was once a photo of me as a kid perhaps a little younger than CC in her last photo, wearing a remarkably similar red jumper with a knitted black dog motif around the hem. I have my arms around the most meek-looking young black lab bitch you have ever seen. I was too young to remember much but she must have been the most kind and gentle dog in the world to live in army accommodation with a toddler and basically a pair of teenagers and not cause any bit of bother!

It was implied to me a few years later that when we were shipped out again she went back to the MOD and began training as a sniffer dog - I have no idea if that is true or not but a couple of years ago I saw a news story about a black lab bitch with the same name who'd been serving out in Afghan. She must have been far too old by then for it to have been her but I have always wondered. :)

Then came Spike.

On weekdays and during the school holidays I basically lived with my grandparents as my mother was working full time. When their (vicious, ankle-biting) heinz-57 terrier died they brought home a teeny eight week old short-legged, smooth-coated JRT pup.

Lacking any other suitable entertainment, I spent an awful lot of time walking and training that little dog! He would do absolutely anything for me, I've never known a dog learn so quickly, he'd learn a new thing in five reps or less and all for the want of a Bonio biscuit. In the summer holidays I'd get the bike out, go and pick him up and then stay out until the street lights came on just cycling up to the fields, building dens in the woods and constructing elaborate agility courses for him to do. He never wore a lead - he'd follow me down a busy high street, sit outside the shop while I went in and then resume trotting behind me when I came back out. I don't recall ever teaching him any of those kind of behaviours, he just knew.

His death was very bitter for me and I don't think I will ever know another one like him - I am not a terrier person, for one :p - and going from him to Dax was a huge shock because I cannot take a single thing for granted with her, except perhaps her nature with strangers.

My abiding memory of him is that, despite serious Queen Anne legs, he could absolutely zip round an agility course. Oh, and his intense hatred of balloons - they would be seized and shaken to death with great enthusiasm. :)
 
My parents were given a GSP as a wedding present. He was 3 years older than me and lived until I was 13.....we had various other dogs over the years but he was my protector but if he was worried by anything I was doing (climbing trees, leaving the house on my own, started crying) he would go and get my mother. Got me in all sorts of trouble with her :D

Funny dog, he hated the feather duster and would attack it on sight, also hated men with beards or hats and wouldn't let them into the house unless one of us said it was ok......adored our two little yorkies x westies who bullied him mercilessly. On bin day he used to demolish all the bins EXCEPT ours (these were the days when dogs were allowed out the front unsupervised)

Still miss him nearly 30 years later.
 
I was born into a house full of GSDs. My mum had a cutting from a newspaper of me at a few months old in a whelping box with 10 pups! A few dogs had special memories from those early days, the first pup I remember helping choose and name, Simba, who went on to be a very successful show dog.

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My first dog of my own was my whippet Candy, too big for the show ring and with prick ears but was my shadow, slept on my bed and went everywhere with me.

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She's the one sitting up, and I've just realised her collar was on upside down.:o
No matter how many dogs we had, there are just a few who held a real place in my heart.
 
I'll have to route out a photo at my mum's, I don't remember doing it but we had a Staffie x when I was little, mum and dad went into panic mode because they couldn't find me, I was asleep with Mori in her basket :D

ETA: We had a GWP and he had a bad temperament (unfortunately had to be pts at just over a year old) but I was adamant that he'd never hurt me, but of course mum and dad couldn't take the risk as I was small and bro was a baby.

I think Millie's probably the one who's been the most special, she's my first dog and has done everything and anything with me for as long as I've had her
 
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Have read this a couple of times now and am trying to type through the tears - damn you Spudlet:(

Paddy was a lab/collie cross who suffered endless hours of being dressed up, cuddled,dragged around etc etc with endless patience. What he and my sister and I liked the most was winding him up into a mad frenzy when he would hoon around the garden and house for hours pinning us up against the Walls as he whizzed past whilst we squealed which just made him worse!!:D

He made it through to 17 bless him:)
 
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We had a golden retriever who was blind. I remember always havng t throw stones for her, and she always managed to bring th right one back!!. we used to sit on her back when she was lying down and slide down her back when she was sitting. She was a fab dog. We also had a small GSD who was great with us but very dog agressive. When i took her out for walks we were always having to avoid dogs, in those days people just left their dogs out, eg. the farmers lab who sat by the milkchurns, the dog that used to run down the front drive.
 
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