When my husband was alive a charcoal colored dog came to our house and wouldn't leave. We had no idea what breed she was or part of but she had so much hair and some of it hung in her face. What could we do but keep her she liked us and she had such a good personality. When I was doing yard work I could leave the gate open because she would not go out of the back yard. We had never had a dog with such good behavior. Soon she had this litter of giant puppies. We found good homes for all but one and we kept it and named it B.G. for burglar guard. Dolly went to the vet to be spayed and B.G. grew to be a very large dog but not as much hair as Dolly his Mama. After Mel died I decided to find a home for him and just keep Dolly. He could put away a lot of chow and I was going on trips out doing things with other widows. I found a man who liked him and wanted him. The day the man came for him B.G. left riding straight up in the passenger side of the man's car. It looked like they were both smiling and had instantly bonded as man and his dog. You can see we weren't expecting puppies by the makeshift puppy yard and you can see that dog house wasn't large enough to house this bunch.