I have had a fair few dogs over the years and every single one has been an individual and each has affected me and helped form my outlook on life. Mitzi an apricot toy poodle who was all dog despite her looks and her frou frou name. Duke, the Golden Retreiver who could most definitely count and was a stickler for fair play and bane of unguarded socks, and the reason I am compelled not to leave anyone out.
Spuggy who was a yorkie and the bravest little thing ever, Beau another Golden Retreiver who wrung every inch of joy out of life, Guffrim the Great Dane who was a nervous wreck when we got him, but learned to trust us and grew so much, Finbar another Goldie who had hip problems masses of painful operations and was still always up for a pootle around the woods, and our current boys Tiberius (rottie) and Hugo (staffie) who remind me every day that you can't judge a book by its cover, and are two of the soppiest idiots ever, and my poor, poor Tilly the only non rescue and the only puppy, who had Parvo when we got her and who didn't make it, despite the vet's best efforts. Our chaps have all been brave and funny and loving even when they were poorly. They help me to look at my life differently and take whatever pleasures now offers, and not concentrate on what I have lost - or indeed have never had. Each and every one has brought me huge joy and some pain, and I would have been a much poorer person if I had failed to meet any one of them. To be honest I dread the day when I am too old to share my life with a dog.