Yep. I was 8 years old and my parents took me to a dog show. The first one I saw was an English Bulldog and I fell in love. Like you I begged my parents to get one but they were both in to Ridgebacks and other ankle biters. Once I got to my avionics school for the Marines we had each barracks had their own bully and every one got to lend a hand taking care of them.
As for getting my own... Again the stars wouldn't align for 20 years before I felt that I was in a good enough position to take care of one and I am glad I waited and wouldn't give Harlea up for the world.
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