My parents didn't let my brothers and I have dogs until we were old enough to take care of them, feeding them etc. The first dog grew too big for my younger brother to handle, became aggressive to small children, and he also had some health issues. Sadly, my parents had to take him to the animal shelter. My dad vowed he would never do that again, even for a dog with issues, because we knew he would probably be put to sleep.
The next dog did have a litter of eight, we kept one of those puppies. My older brother bonded with that puppy. Then we had to move to a smaller place and could only keep a smaller dog. We found wonderful homes for those dogs.
We had that smaller dog for a few years. Not sure what happened to that dog.
Then, I got a puppy just for me. I was so happy. I trained my puppy. I joined a 4H Dog Club and we had such great fun. We qualified for state two years in a row. Then he had some serious health issues and had to be put to sleep. He was dying anyways. I was heart broken.
Then we moved again, I graduated and moved out. And now, I am living on my own with my two dogs. Can't be happier with my two dogs.
