1. Lucky. Black and white Lasa Hapso + Shnouzer.
Its funny though, out vet told us she was a Lasa Hapso and Blue Healer crossed, but our local dog expert assures us thatshes no Healer, shes Shnouzer :\
Had her since i was 7 (im 22 now) and shes still going strong, a little less active but thats understandable. She still runs around and gets all excited and stuff, it makes me really happy to see that.
Thoughout the years shes been hit by 2 cars and horse trailer, gotten into scraps with Rotties, kicked by asshole neighbors, swiped at by bears, charged by moose, and even got injured and carried off by a wild Coyote (a fact which makes me sad my fursona is one)
HOWEVER, She remains with all limbs and extremities intact and extremely healthy.
She was named "Lucky" after our favorite 101 Dalmatian, a movie we happened to be watching at the time she arrived in our house the first time.
2. Sylvester (aka. Sly, aka. Momma) Black & White American Shorthair
This ones a fighter to everyone else but her closest of family, and those who prove friendly to her family. Everything else, is fair game. And i do NOT overexagerate this.
Throughout the years, shes been the base guard animal of the property up north. Unlike Lucky just managing to get herself out of the scraps with Rotties, Sylvester calmlywalked right up and then defended Lucky's honor with the group of Rotties, and leaves them CRYING. We SAW this happen! For her injuries? A scratch on the tip of her left ear that split it open a bit. Its since healed over.
As for other things, shes fallen INSANE heights from trees trying to hunt birds (proving to us by leaving this present on the doorstep),
i could go on and on but i wont.
She later received the nickname "Momma" for one reason: she was sort of a slut

She went through 7 entire litters in only a few short years before we finally got her fixed. And when we did, she was pregnant, AGAIN.
The first litter, unfortunately only had 1 survivor, a Male Calico kitten. But the rest of the babies form then on remained healthy and living until we gave them to the SPCA.
3. 'Kita. An Akita of grey fur.
We lived on 40 acres of property up north, and my dad wanted a big dog.
And boy he wasn't kidding.
One day he brought home a frigging Akita pup. And holy crap, did i love that dog. To the point where it made Lucky insanely jealous (though unintentional of course).
Kita, didn't last too long with us though. Unfortunately, and no its not that he was treated poorly or anything, just, we couldn't afford to have him. He ate WAY to much for being the big dog he was when he grew up. On top of that he started causing slight problems in the family, such as tackling the shit out of my 7 year old little brother everytime he got out of the f150.
one night i woke up to strange lights outside my room door, it was of a cab. I witnessed in confusion as my beloved 'Kita was forced into the backseat, and driven away, my mother standing outside watching this.
I ran to her yelling, pissed off, etc. Every right, i never got my chance to even say goodbye >_>, apparently the cab driver was a dog musher from the Yukon, and was happy to take Kita off our hands as he needed another sled dog for himself.
I never saw Kita again, of course. And it still pisses me off to this day.
I never once got a proper picture of him growing up. :\ (too poor at the time for misc trinkets like cameras you see)
Also unfortunately for me, my current living conditions do not allow pets of any sort, so i cant have Lucky and Sylvester with me like originally planned. Both my mother and father are now divorced and lviing in two other areas of BC, both of which lving in places that ALSO dont allow Pets.
So my pets are currently living with someone whome i dont even know, and yet again, pisses me off to no end >_>
One day when i fianlly live in a place where i can at least throw down a pet damage deposit, im either getting myself a German Shepherd pup, or another AKita.
Sorry WOT. Ill shut up now
