I was 11 years old when EJ (Ernie Junior was born).  We owned his father, a full breed Golden Retriever, named Ernie.  Maxine was EJ's mother(Max was a full breed Rott weilder),she lived next door she used to jump the fence to eat Ernie's food. Soon enough Maxine had a litter of puppies. We begged my mom (my 3 sisters and I) to have a puppies. Ej was the only one in the litter who was not all black. He has a spot of white on his chest and his color was a choclate lab color. He looked like a choclate lab. HE was the best dog. He wasnt allowed in the family room, only in the landing. He would go in the family room when my mom wasnt around. He was very smart, when he heard her comming in the room, he would run back in the landing. He was our family dog. I moved out of the house and I would visit my parents, EJ would hear my voice and bark and bark intil I would pet him. Once I would pet him he would be fine, he just wanted to say hi. His last few months he could barely walk, his legs wouldnt stand up all the time and he could hardly get up from laying down. He loved any kind of food. HE would cry if my mom would be eating watermelon and not give him any. He lived to be 15. For a dog over 100 lbs, that is pretty old, we could of kept him alive longer but it was his time to go. I only regret not staying with him when they put him to sleep. I couldnt go in the room, now I wish I did. The last time he looked at me, he turned his head and just looked sad at me with his big brown eyes. I think he knew he was going to die. I wish I would have stayed with him the whole time, that they were going to give him the injection. His whole body was stiff before he died and he had a lot of Large tumors on his rear. He could only move his head and his tail was bent. It was his time. I WILL MISS HIM! But he is better off.