We've had several dogs.
We had a English Bulldog until I was 6 or 7 named Rambo. He was my protector for the longest time. If he was in the room, my parents were the only ones allowed to hold me as a child.
After that, we ran through a string of Chihuahuas. I wasn't a huge fan of them, and all three we owned were temperamental, but they helped with my brother's asthma. Ozzie was my favorite, and sadly he got into some antifreeze. Winston (my mom smoked Winstons for years, eye roll) lost a battle to cancer at around 4 years old. And Whitey never made it a full year before he got hit by a car.
Since then, my parents have had a pair of Llhasa Apso's. Harley is 5 and Nikki is 6. Love those dogs to death. Harley still sleeps with me when I visit, but Nikki is my father's pup all the way.
My current roommate has 2 Boston Terriers. Mack is around 16, blind, deaf, and still really not used to me. Storm, however, took to me as soon as I moved in. Her favorite activity is to be my lap warmer during football and hockey games or when I'm playing xbox.
I'll have to edit some pictures in when I get home.