I picked Ardis from the local shelter. She was one of the biggest pups there. Love at first sight for my both my wife and me. Ardis had been adopted a week earlier and they had paid the spaying cost. I thought, "Uh, oh, why did the first adoption fall through?" Turns out the adopter was an older gent with Alzheimer's and he adopted her on one of his good days. The gents' children went to the shelter and told them that Dad could not properly care for a pup. (Best wishes to that gentleman). I have since lost my wife to cancer. Ardis is well trained, 90 pounds, and owns my heart and will always.