I have had various Heinz 57's over the years. For the last 20 though I have had Cairn Terriers and GSDs. Our lifestyle for some years didn't accommodate a large breed but the Cairns were just perfect for us and the children.
For the last 10 though I have been able to have the loves of my life - GSD's and I never intend to have any other breed. When I get too old to cope with youngsters I shall get rescues and oldies.

After the death of my first dog Monti, a huskey, we decided we would get the next from a rescue association, spent a while looking on the various website's for shelters with puppies, then one night I had a dream about a medium sized brown and white dog............... the next evening whilst looking at web sites of the rescue associations, and I see one of them, has a photo of 4 puppies, setter x, rescued from south Italy... one was black and white, 2 cream and white, and yes youv'e guessed.... the other brown and white, I rang up straight away to go and see them, and knew the brown and white one was mine!!!!!!

our family dog when i was a child was a west highland terrier. She was a lovely dog. My mum knew that she would end up looking after her so she got to choose the breed. a non moulter, small enough to handle, she went to work with my mum every day. She was a tempremental soul. knowing what i know now i realise she wasnt correctly socialised.
the next dog i had was a Lab x colli, my hubbie and i decided we would like to rescue a dog. We had an awful time selecting a dog we just wanted to bring them all home, my hubbie chose warren, he didnt want a small dog and i didnt want a big powerful dog.
Toby is my dog, much to my hubbies annoyance. we went to rescue centres but didnt find a suitable dog. i spent days on the internet and came accross an ad for kelpie cross, i went to see them and he basically chose me.
This was meant to be, i know many here will slate me for going esp because i didnt know anything about the breed and if i had of done my research i wouldnt of gone in the first place. but these puppies needed saving and this man reporting which i did. He's also come to a home that will do everything to give him what he needs.

The most Dogs I "own" were great mixes.
Some GSD and Rotti(-mix).
Actual we have Laila a Rotti-Mix Girl.
And my beloved Saarloos Wolfdog Fenrir.

Kerrie - my first ever x breed, and my first dog as an adult, that I chose myself. I went looking for a long haired pedigree male, pref with papers.

Poppy - Tri Rough Collie. I bought her shortly after losing my childhood dog, Bracken and as company for Kerrie. She does have papers!

Rupert - Spaniel x. My first ever foster, who went out and came back 2x, so we decided to let him stay.

I own the dog I own now because she was in a pet shop. I've never bought from pet shops and used to say I never would but there is not the same respect for dogs here in Cyprus that there is in other countries.

This Min Pin was sickly and not good enough to 'show' (she has a funny back paw and an odd number of nipples!) If I hadn't bought her and paid the vet bills she was destined to be returned to the 'breeder' and would undoubtedly have been put down. I was basically 'blackmailed' by the shop owner (who I've since learned was a drug dealer before he turned to selling animals)

One year on she is fighting fit and doesn't seem in the least bit 'grateful' for me rescuing her! The bossiest dog I've ever owned!

As long as 9 months after I bought her I was told that the other min pin in the small cage with her was still in the shop. This upsets me but my only solution is never to walk that way again. I found it by accident when walking past one day with my daughter. The owner at the time was asleep with his head on the desk while the dogs sweltered in the heat in the window.

I have always been a GSD man, I've owned 4 of them, but a friend of mine had a couple of Staffies, who had never been near kids, I had 8 kids at the time and went to see him one day, up until that point, I had been guilty of taking notice of the bad press. Co-incidentally, a friend of mine was selling his Staffie pup, as it disagreed with the older one. I bought the pup and never looked back, she was loyal, loving and defended my family to the max, sadly she died last year to a brain tumour. The friend I bought her off, heard and brought me a Staffie pup that needed rehoming (Spike), he was 7 months old. He walked through the door and was HUGE, I fell in love, paid the fuel costs and got myself a beautiful Irish Staff. He was unruly, loved destroying the place and the bin was never safe, but he was loving and loyal. After about 8 months and the use of a cage, we came to an agreement and the cage has gone away and he has become one of the greatest dogs I have ever owned.

I live in a village in Thailand and there has been dogs around the house since well before I came to live here. The two that have been here longest are mixed-when I lived in Hawaii we called them "poi dogs" after the Hawaiian dish of the same name. They have adopted me and I love them dearly but I had a chance visit with a friend's son, who raises pure-breds-French Bulldogs and Thai Ridgebacks. While I was there, he told me that he had sold this lovely "blue" TR, but, before he could ship her, she broke her leg and was therefore no longer sellable. He showed her to me and it was pretty much love at first sight. I offered to pay for her, but he said no, just take her. "Gimpy" they were calling her, but I changed that to "Tilak" which is Thai for "Sweetheart". As I have split from my wife; she pretty much IS my sweetheart. A lovely, graceful (her leg has almost completely heeled) and affectionate pup who gives me a dose of joy every time I see her. The King of Thailand has a Ridgeback, so they are much in demand here and deservedly so, a great breed.

What a lovely dog!

Both my dogs are rescues. Both chosen by my mum as family dogs, both became mine.
The first, Bess was due to be PTS so my mum told my dad he couldn't have the springer he always wanted and had to take 'Bess the Mess' home. She was a heinz 57 and the best friend I have ever had.
Cookie, was picked by my mum a few days after I lost Bess. I didn't want another dog so she went behind my back and picked him from a local rescue, which has since shut down. He was very poorly and kept in a crate. She got him as a pedigree staffy, but the second she brought him home and told me that I just had to laugh. At 4 month he was the height of a very large staffy, with a long muzzle and spindly legs! My brother and I had convinced her about a year before that staffies are lovely dogs, just with a bad press, and she had fallen soft on the breed. He was smitten with my sister, until he met me, and will do anything not to be too far from me since. Completely my baby boy, but I get to treat him like a dog without the nspcc on my case! It's great lol