What was your first dogs name?

Pepsi, he came home in a cardboard Pepsi box and my sister thought the box had a puppy. So she called him Pepsi, and it stuck..
 
I'd tell ya and put pictures up (can't believe no one has so far not put up a pic) but.......................................................................................................................that my friends is a security question on many sites that require some sort of authentication before allowing access, therefore I cannot tell you what my dogs name was.
 
He wasn't mine, but belonged to the two old ladies who rented us our house. He was mostly German Sepherd and was named "Toodles". I learned about dogs from him.

Later we rented a third floor apartment from a family. They had a hunting dog, a red setter named Pat. When he got too old to hunt, they would go out and leave him; he'd lay by the door and cry.
 
back in the late 40's my parents bought two cocker spaniels for my brother and I....'.Dukey and Ducky'.... Hey not my choice.....One day dukey went under the kitchen stove to get away from my brother. Dog crawled out, my brother got stuck, and my parents needed help to lift the stove up to get him out.... Anyway, they got rid of the dogs, kept my brother....Once again, not my choice.
 
The first dog that was actually mine and not a family dog was a Catahoula Leopard named Butch. Got him when I was about 14. Saved the money and bought him from a local breeder.
 
My first dogs name was Suzy. She was a "Heinze 57" mut and the most loveable and loving animal I've ever had. She was dumber'n a box of rocks but sweet as she could be. I had her from the time I was 7 years old until I left home at 18 for Navy bootcamp. She died before I got back home on leave. That was in 1962. I still miss that good dog!
 
Maechan (I never new the correct way to spell her name. It was supposed to be german for girl.) was half collie and half pure-bred german shepherd. My cousins collie dug into the pen of the neighbors show dog.

My German is rusty but-I think its spelled: Madchen????
 
Mine was a mutt named jigger. Was the smartest dog I've ever owned. Not sure where he got his name he was with the family when I started walking and talking. He lived till I was nine when my parents had to put him down because he had cancer. I remember all five kids and both parents crying like babies in the kitchen when they told us. I'm 61 and I can still picture that night. He was a great dog.
 
A (mostly) Golden retriever named Judy. Whenever my wife makes me watch a "Chick flick" and expects some tears. I go in the back room and look at a old photo of Judy. I don't know how old I was when Dad got her. It seemed to me like she'd always been there. She lived to 15, it's been 55 years and I still miss that dog.
 
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Schatze, a collie.

Her and I played "football". I would set her on the other side of the yard and throw a small, plastic football in her direction. She would snatch it in her teeth and come charging up to me and veer away at the last moment. I would try to tackle her. Next go-around I would set her up across the yard, keep the ball, throw it straight up and catch it. Then I'd run at her. She'd run between my legs and try to bring me down.

She was starting to escape her pen and run cattle at night with other dogs so my Father said she had to go. He gave her to a man living on the outside of our small town and he ultimately gave her to another man about 10 miles or so away.

About a year and a half later I walked out the back door to go to school and she was on our back porch. She had found her way home. She had some injuries from what looked like a scrape with a moving vehicle. My Mother came outside, saw Schatze, walked back inside and told my Father, "That dog stays here."

She lived about a year longer and then passed away as her injuries were worse than we thought.

I wait to see her again and we can play more "football".
 
Can't believe I'm the first in this thread, but she was named "Snoopy". Half- beagle and half basset based on photos and my memory. A sweet dog. She was poisoned by some madman when I was in kindergarten. First time I ever remember my Dad coming to tears. The poisoner killed hundreds of dogs in town laying out meat laced with strychnine. When the leash laws came, people obeyed them to protect their dogs. Low life was never caught.
 
My dog's first name?

It's Fred - as in Sir Frederic Von Barkalot, -
but it's ok for us commoners to just call him Fred :)
 
The poisoner killed hundreds of dogs in town laying out meat laced with strychnine. When the leash laws came, people obeyed them to protect their dogs. Low life was never caught.

I'm sure you can guess what I'd recommend as his punishment, "cruel and unusual" be damned.
 
Got beagle when I 4 years old, named it spot. when I started school the dog would walk me to the bus and be there when I got off the bus. he slept on my bed and killed a snake to protect me. we moved and my dad said spot ran away.
 
Sniffer. He was a basset and black and tan mix. You knew if anyone was anywhere near the house. One of the few good things my father did was rescue that dog from a sack in a ditch. Even made the paper (it was a small town) and the dog was just a puppy.
 

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