Overall satisfaction


Acquired: Rescue / shelter organization

Gender: Female

Training: I haven't learned care / training techniques

Quick to learn and train


Emotionally stable


Family oriented


Child safety


Safe with small pets


Doesn’t bark a lot




Easy to groom


Great watch dog


Great guard dog


My First Best Friend


United States

Posted May 28, 2015

There are many people out there who would easily say that their dog is their best friend. We hear it day in and day out. It's a phrase that everyone knows well, and holds true to their heart. However, I wonder just how many people would be able to say that their dog was their first best friend. My dog Tiffany...she was the best!

The first time that I saw Tiffany was on the very day that I was born. My parents had adopted her as something of a future protector and watchdog to our household, and having heard that Dalmatians were pretty lovable family dogs as well, adopted her on the spot. That was the first time I got to meet my best friend.

As time wore on, and the years continued to pass I grew closer and closer to her. She was a very easy to train puppy. There were plenty of times I remember though, that my mom would nearly rip her hair out trying to keep her from jumping into my bed (I have always had really bad allergies to animals). This, however, just made me see how loving that she really was. When I was crying, she would come lay her head in my lap, and when I went on walks in the neighborhood she tagged along with me.

She truly was a wonderful dog! However, about the time I hit 4th grade something began happening that wouldn't be able to be turned around. For anyone who has owned any pet of any type or breed you may as well know that they have something of a sixth sense. Well, while this sense may very well be a good thing for sometimes there were others where it was not so.

My parents divorced around the time that I was in the first grade, and so my mother, sister, and I moved into a small 2 bedroom apartment with my grandmother. My grandmother is a sufferer of an incurable disease called neurodermatitis...not contagious by nature...at least it wasn't supposed to be. My dog was a loving dog. I keep saying the same thing over and over again, but it is the absolute truth. She was a loving dog, and because she was so loving she started to take on the same symptoms my grandmother had.

Her beautiful coat began to be riddled with sores all over, and no matter how pure her food was, no matter what medication we gave her she got worse and worse. She was itching all over, and to hear her whine in such pitiful agony ripped our hearts out. We tried for about 3 years more to help her, but to no avail. We had pretty much used up all of the money we were able, and to let her keep living on with so much suffering was, what we saw to be, absolute cruelty.

On August 16, 2006, we turned her in to the Humane Society...and the last thing they told us was that the best thing they could do was to put her to sleep, and take her out of her misery. On that day, I lost one of the sweetest beings alive. I lost my best friend.

Dalmatians are a beautiful and peaceable breed. They are extremely family-oriented. However, if there is someone in your family suffering, whether it be you or another, maybe a Dalmatian isn't the dog for you. They are so sensitive that they begin to take on every illness that their family may have.

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