It’s due to a massive brain fart, where my one track mind was focusing solely on the formatting and counting the number of entries to ensure 50 each time, forgetting to make it multiple choice.
When I was really little we had a basset hound. When I was older we had a Jack Russell terrier. She was a great dog. My heart was so broken when she died I’ve never gotten another dog.
Now I cannot add parts II-IV. :beats head against wall: Needs another poll by someone else put in there.
Are you sure you don’t just need to a couple of minutes?
All of the dogs I personally have owned have been mixed breeds; in some cases a known mix of two breeds, in some cases just a matter of guessing. My parents did own a couple of named breeds when I was a child.
– OK, I’m going to vote “mutt”; which seems to be closest; and ignore the dogs of my childhood. Please instruct otherwise if that’s wrong.
Maybe I missed it, but I did not see Peruvian Inca Orchid in the dog breeds list.
Our dog Simi is part Peruvian Inca Orchid.
Your dog looks much nicer than the Peruvian Inca Orchids I found through Google Images.
I grew up with a series of mutts that we would get from the local pound - some great dogs over the years, including Pepper, Casey, Belton (“Better Late Than Never,” as the pound kept being unexpectedly closed) and Noble. The first purebred dog I ever had is the one we have now, a Lab that was a gift from church friends who had a litter. Dewey is now 12, a yellow dog who’s dumb as a box of rocks but very sweet. He’s slowing down now and by no means a puppy anymore.
I sign a lot of documents just about every workday, usually with my first initial, a period and then my last name.
I have never owned a dog.
I counted the dogs that my family owned since I’ve always been a cat owner. But when I was a kid, we had a mutt, and when I was a teenager, we had a toy poodle.
My brother owned a beagle when i was a kid, but i didn’t count that. Maybe i should have, as i did live with the dog.
My parents never gave me the sex talk, but my mother bought a lot of books and magazines that talked about sex, and left them lying around the house. So i don’t think it’s fair to say my parents “left it to others”. My parents also provided us with a lot of small, fecund animals in the house. The gerbils always ate their babies, and the rabbits must have been the same sex. But we had a small herd of guinea pigs for a while, and we saw everything except the actual delivery. We watched them mate, grow increasingly pregnant, and clean up the newborns. And then the babies grew into adolescence and started over. (Except for baldur. He never his puberty, and the other guinea pigs treated him as if he were a piglet all his life.)
I didn’t see Australian Cattle Dog/Blue Heeler but my eyes started swimming after looking at the lists too long. Yes, it’s the dog from Bluey. No, I wasn’t aware of the show when I got the dog. The best way to describe him is “Keith Moon without the drum kit.”
Growing up, my family had:
- Two Dobermans - Mina and Saxon
- One Flat Coat Retriever - Bill
- Four Bloodhounds - Georgia and Dixie (The other two were after my time, and I don’t remember their names.
Mrs Magill and I now have a baby Cavapoo named Chloé.
The only dog I ever had was the family dog when I was a kid. We got her when I was 6, and she died when I was 23.
She was a total mutt. Her mother was our cousins’ dog, who was already a mutt, and nobody knew who her father was. And she looked nothing like her mother. So I dunno.
Great dog.
I have no idea what a “hoopty” is and have not figured it out from context other than that it’s apparently some part of some sort of vehicle; or possibly the name of an entire some sort of vehicle; or possibly a typo. I nevertheless haven’t looked it up.
As far as the “sex talk”: My parents put a book on my shelf where they were sure I would find it. When I did find this book on my bookshelf where I knew it hadn’t been before, I took it to my mother and asked her, more or less, what it was doing there, and she said I should read it. I don’t remember our talking about it much further, except that she told me to stop showing it to the neighboring kids because their parents might want to make their own explanations. – this would have been in approximately 1960. It was a reasonably good book for its time.
Yeah folks, I could have gotten more breeds in there, but just went with the AKC list. I had heard of the Aussie Cattle Dog.
Some I recall being MUCH more popular years ago would include Afghan’s, Borzoi’s, and Silky Terriers. Surprised to not see any Pekingeses either, have quite a few I see in town, one in my apt. complex. Did see an Irish Setter yesterday being walked on the sidewalk. All in all a bit surprised at the relative lack of diversity from the Dopers here.
All my parents did in their own shyness was plop a 3 book series on sex in front of me, and left it at that. No attempt to explain anything on their own, much less no moral guidance or such. Note my father was a physician. Since that wasn’t an option I went with ye olde Something Else choice.
My mom and dad got a pedigree dachshund ( she was the runt, and, therefore, cheaper) before they had any kids. That hooked us on dachshunds. Carla was euthanized when she was 19 (blind, deaf, but it was the return of the IVDD she’d had as a young dog that was the deciding factor).
Then, we had Little Bit (we inherited the name) that my dad was gifted by one of his P.O. customers. She was hit by a car when she was still relatively young. I remember crying for days. She had a crush on a boy who lived down the street – Paul Passavoy – man, she loved that kid.
When my younger sister was in high school, she got a beagle (Rogie – named for Rogie Vachon). A few years later, we got a mini dachshund named Thunderfoot. She would literally sound like thunder when she’d run through the house.
Didn’t get any more dogs until we were closer to retirement. First, two dachshunds (bonded pair) from rescue. We had them 14-15 years). Then, we had our mostly dachshund, Max, from the same rescue, who had health issues and recently lost. We had him a much too short a time.
I learned what a hoopty was on this board.
Regarding sex education…
My mom (to Young Boy Mustard): “Do you know about sex?” (pause) “Because if you don’t you’d better talk to your brother!”
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It refers to an old, beat-up vehicle. Often a Rolls Canardly (rolls down one hill, can hardly make it up the next one). A (Black) co-worker introduced me to the term, decades ago; I gather the term is more commonly used in poor Black areas of the city. Dunno if it’s still used much.
I said I’d tell Bob, but only because it’s the closest. To give Bob a way to save face, I’d tell him that the pond is awesome and ask if he’s considering stocking it with fish.
I don’t recall where I learned the meaning but I know it was from some sort of media (A song? A movie?) during the 90s and the term was used by a black actor or singer.
My parents were similar but went much further. I had 2 different books provided at different times. The first was around 11, and it was a well done, cartoonishly illustrated as to not be prurient, but detailed and explained that it felt good but also lead to pregnancy. The second was a very detailed book on human sexuality (male and female) written with late teens in mind (I would have been 13ish when I got it).
I was asked if I understood, if I had any questions, and that when I felt like experimenting with sex my folks would ask no questions and buy me condoms as long as I promised to use them.
My parents have flaws, but this area was not one of them. 