I mean I told myself I would never rescue a dog. The unpredicatblity element would be too great. And if I were to adopt, the dog would be small and not shed and already potty trained. So when I came home from the shelter with a 80 pound sheep dog mix, my roomates were a bit confused. "GIrl, that dog is begger than you!" harped Bridgette, my high school buddy and now bestie in our twenties. "Are you serious? Tell me this is a joke?" exclaimed Billy, our college friend who finally came out after high school graduation and was a cat person. "He is really adorabe though...om my, like a huge sheep!" he added. "Yeah, I know. It is exactly why I shouldve gone with one of you and not alone. He just found me and looked at me and well....They say he is potty trained. I mean he is 2!" "We love you Daisy and we are here to help but good lord, he is so big!" Anyway, I have a Zoom strating 5 minutes ago, so nice to meet you Iggy!" Bridgette petted the wiggly monster before running upstairs. Come on, boy. Let's walk to the beach! I leashed him up with all his new bold colored stuff headed for the open space.