Just like cactus71, only difference is my weakness are doggies... Never had a cat so I haven't had the chance to build that bond. I shared my life with dogs ever since I can remember.
My first one was a German Shepherd that my grandpa got when I was born. He is my first ever memory of having a dog and he was already about six when I became aware that he was "mine".
After that it's been a long string of adoptions and rescues... All in all; one black lab (his name was keeper: pure breed), one dalmatian (his name was Pecas which is Spanish for freckles: pure breed), one black little mutt (his name was toy: mix. Never knew what he had in him but he was a tiny riot) and the last one that "left" me a couple years ago was my white American Bulldog baby (her name was Luna: pure breed. That's her at 10 weeks old on my avatar).
I try to help out with the local shelter when I have some funds and volunteered there for a couple months after losing Luna, but it got too depressing for me so I stopped that.
Sorry; no website as it is one of many shelters run by the County here in South Florida and they do all their on-line stuff
through PetFinder.
Wait a minute there Seebs

... no way... I'm a dog person first and foremost

- only had cats 'cuz the family had them when I was growing up, but I've had dags my entire life... appreciate them both but have never owned a cat on my own

Dogz rule and cats are sorta cool - if you like poop in your house
Aren't dags the coolest things ever... so hard to let them go when time calls. My best buddy growing up was Mister, a German Shepherd / Collie Mix... such a cool dog - never had to leash him because he was right by my side while hiking and skateboarding, then I had my GFs dogs, Barbara the Boxer, Humphrey The Basset Hound, Chester the mutt, and George the PB - all great dogs.
Out here in NM, we later got Dalmatian/Boxer cross pups (Doogan and Audrey). Doogan developed diabetes and had cataracts, which we had repaired through lens-implant surgery, and that's when I quit my job to take care of him... took 2 months of healing and by-weekly removal of stitches (one-at-a-time) keeping his eyes mostly closed so he couldn't "undo" the surgery by rubbing his eyes, but when it was done... he could actually see again - (amazing). Unfortunately, his and my battle with his condition failed (a few years later) and then his sister got bladder cancer that we just couldn't fight any longer.
That's when I swore off owning another dog... the pain of not being able to fix 'em with all efforts to do so was just too much. Several years passed and that's when my new buddy showed up in our driveway at 5AM... no tags, not neutered... I had the vet check for a chip - nada, posted flyers, Craigslist ads, etc - nada. He decided to keep us and wow has he ever been the best... great hiking buddy, Frisbee dog, so social w/ other dogs and people - just all you could want from a dag.
Don't get me wrong, cats have their place in my heart too, since they do need our care as well, but it really is dags that that I hold dearest. To dags

and thanks for your story - nice to meet other dog-lovers
