thirty years down the road -- yep, that "first dog" (particularly the first one YOU are responsible for in MY case) can be pretty darned special.
I got a dog when I was a senior in high school -- He was actually FOR my mother (who always liked that breed) but somehow he was called "mine" but when I went away to school he stayed with my folks and when I came home HIS CHOICE was to stay with them.
But soon after my graduation I moved into a trailer behind the motel I managed. My folks' neighbors thot it was AWFUL I was living alone (they were kind of "old country" European and a respectable girl just did NOT live away from home but with my parents living at home was *not* an option).
This little black pom/peke mix just happened to get kicked out of a moving car in front of the two houses (my folks and theirs) and they told my mom she was "perfect" for me. Technically I wasn't supposed to have a dog ANYWAY but I'd had a couple of close calls with someone trying to break in, so they let me keep her.
Prissy was pretty independant -- SHE decided to stay because the food was good, I think.
http://www.critturs.com/prissy.html is her story. She was about 6 months old when I took her -- but she had already HAD a litter (hence getting kicked out of that car -- she was still full of milk & swollen) but the vet said she didn't have ANY permanent teeth yet -- a baby had babies!
It was Pris who taught me to take care of 'sick dogs' (she had pancreatitis and nearly died at the age of 3), she was convinced she "invented" pet therapy. I was a teacher of handicapped kids and she went to school with me several days a week. Monday she might snuggle up to Jimmy during naptime, and Tuesday it would perhaps be Bobbie Jo or Charlie -- but never the same kid twice! She'd look at the 'greedy' one like "HECK NO -- it's not your turn **again** YET!!" and she'd trot over to whomever would receive her attention today!
I was 19 when I got her and pretty clueless -- she kept me safe, made sure I came HOME at night rather than going out drinking! (she'd obviously been owned by an alcoholic before me -- she HATED when someone was drinking - she'd get mad and **ignore** me for a whole day!)
I had a reason to come home at night and not stay out late. She went everywhere with me I've told on here stories of how she used to go in my purse to the movies and all kinds of places. We didn't do it because she was an accessory -- we did it because she wanted to GO!!!
Prissy lived to be nearly 21. Yep -- truly. I barely knew how to function after I lost her. Despite the fact that I had other dogs by then -- she was unique. I will never again have a dog just like her -- in fact, that was likely the best thing she taught me.
Each dog is one of a kind. They are SO different. Get to know your dog -- how they think, what's important to that particular dog. Appreciate them for what they are. Let them "be" all they can be.
She waits for me Beyond Rainbow Bridge. With Mike, Pip, Muffin, Foxy, Socks, Pollyanna, and others. but you know what? it's Pris I still dream about. None of the others would be jealous of that because they know SHE made me a better guardian for them. Others may run faster to 'meet' me (her legs were short) ... but it will be Pris with whom I sit down with for the first real long talk and cuddle.