I had a dog once, for a day. It was fully grown but I wanted a puppy but my grandmother (paternal) said no because she thought a fully grown dog would be trained. She was wrong. The dog shat on her carpet and the next day it was back at the pound. I don't even remember if it had a name.
My grandparents (maternal) had several dogs over the years, three I remember distinctly. I forget what kind of dog but my favorite was Bojo. He was fun, sadly he got hit by a car. Then there was Jake, a Doberman, he was laid back but playful at times. He died of cancer. Then the other I remember is the only dog I ever kicked in anger, he ate several newborn kittens. He was taken somewhere (by my grandfather) and shot. He wasn't shot for just the kitten things but he also attacked a small child.
Then there was my cousin's dog Max. A crossbreed of poodle and terrier. He lived for 20 years and everyone loved him. I miss Max. He was a great dog.