Mine are all gone now. I have cats now, since I became handicapped after a series of bad falls, and can't walk a dog anymore.
First dog I picked out myself, just before my 9th birthday. He was the runt of the litter, but turned out to be the biggest purebred Beagle I've ever seen, and he was a real tough guy:
He passed in 1977, and I got these two. The black one, Blackie (I didn't name her) was my above Beagle's daughter. There are only two pics that prove she was ever skinny and didn't look like a little cow. The other one is my yellow Lab Joe, a really nice dog with endless odd health issues.
In 1985, I was talked into "trying out" an odd looking puppy that had been dumped along with his sister and mom at my vet's office.
As a small puppy, he was sort of a mutant Dachshund looking dog with a massive head. The head kept growing. As he grew, he got longer, exactly the same as 96 pound Joe was, then he got taller, up to about 1.5" shorter at the shoulder than Joe was, and then suddenly, he grew sideways, topping out at a rock hard 75 pounds, with a head that belonged on a 120 pound dog. He had amazing bite power.
He's on the left. A few years after Gus came along, Joe and then Blackie passed on. Gus was a solo until he had to be put down due to cancer at 14+. After a couple of odd weeks, we got these two:
Molly, a nervous wreck in the house, her brother King's peon, but ruler of the back yard.
And King, smartest dog I've ever had, and well, he just didn't give a **** what you wanted. He was called "The evil genius". He and Molly went a month and a day apart in 2012: