What kind of dogs?

My first dog was a small mutt. I called him Rennie. I was 6 or 7 and too young to know how to take care of a dog or how to play with him. He died of distemper after less than a year. No more dogs until at age 11, my sister gave my mom a collie that she couldn't keep. Mom didn't want her but I did. Lady was my best friend through middle. I got busy with the Boy Scouts and working from when I was 14 and I wasn't around. I still loved on her when I was home. My mom kept kids, including the kids of a couple of HoF ball players,so she always had kids playing with her and she was extremely protective of her. I will never believe that there's a better dog than a collie.
Lady died when I was 15, and my uncle came to live with us and brought a Weimaraner puppy. Another excellent dog. He was my uncle's, but he loved to wrestle with me. Uncle took him when he moved to his cabin in the woods.
Next dog was with the first wife. A miniature Apricot Poodle named Dexter. Man I loved that dog. He rarely walked on 4 legs, thought he was human. He new several words, he could say yes, no, please, and mama. He adopted a little stray pup that came around. Made sure he got fed, and took him outside to do his business. Called him spot. Wife took Dexter, gave him to her brother who promptly ran over him.
New wife wanted a cat, Blue Himalayan. Totally insane, it would sneak up on us and attack. Had to put it down. She wanted a dog, and having heard me talk about Dexter, she wanted one like him. We went to the same breeder and they didn't breed poodles anymore, but they handed me a small ball of fluff that attacked my face with his tongue. So we got our first Yorkie, Samwise Gamgee, and he lived up to his name. Went skiing, rock climbing and white water rafting with us. He would charge into a whole flock of geese with no hesitation. Became buddies with my friend's Saint Bernard. He was 13 when he succumbed to the anesthesia while having his teeth cleaned. Next one was a Yorkie my wife got from the pound. Meanest little shite ever and hard headed beyond belief. He bit me every night for 13 years when I was getting into bed. He would get knocked across the room and slide down the wall and come at me again. If I was in bed before him, no problem. He would lay in my lap during the day, but he never wanted me to come to bed. He was about 19 when we had to put him down because he was deaf, blind, toothless and had crippling arthritis. The vet fed him pieces of her roast beef sub while the meds were going in. I cried. We said no more dogs, at least for a while. This lasted 3 months. The house was dead without a puppy. So the wife started shopping for another Yorkie. She found one that we could barely afford near San Antonio, so $700 later I was holding a ball of fuzz licking my face. I named her Lacey, and she is a sweet little lap full of fur. She is really her mom's puo, but I get my share. I hope she's the last dog for us. We have also had 2 Italian Greyhounds, my disabled son's dogs. Piddle who lived to be 13 before she died from a chronic wasting disease. The current one is Sophie, and she is almost 15. These dogs aren't very bright, but they are very sweet and loving. They are very elegant when they are moving or laying in front of the fireplace. Have to sleep in the bed with their master, absolutely no choice.
That's all for now. Lacey is asleep on my lap and I am about to light a pipe.