My first dogs were farm dogs. We had a long line of german sheperds going back to the original, Buck. My step Dad, who just passed away last week, was a baptist preacher and after Buck (already named when we got him) thedogs all had biblical names, mainly biblical bad guys. There was Pharoah and then a line of Caesars. The current one is Caesar and might be the best of the bunch.
I took a break from having a dog while in the military but got into springers and have owed several over the years. Then inherited a granddog, a husky. What a pup. He died of cancer and we were down to just one springer again. She thought she had it made in her senior years. Then we rescued a pair of husky siblings and she lived most of the rest of her life irritated at those two. Had to put her down last year and the pups will be five this summer. I call them the velociraptors. You won’t find better dogs or bigger pains in the ass.

Yep, we’re dog people. I feel your loss, John. Sorry to make this a thump post.
BKB