I remember bringing Genea home. I thought my mom was going to kill me. My whole life we'd always had small, yapper dogs, then I bring home this big Lab/Chesapeke Bay dog that took up our whole couch when she laid on it. We all knew right away though that was going to be an awesome dog. And that she was. She was good about everything and her and I had a lot in common. That is she loved chocolate. I remember baking a cake one time and we left it on the kitchen counter, well, by the time we got home that cake was gone. Never imagined, the worry a dog could bring to your life. She was my friend though, part of my family. No dog will ever replace her. She wasn't just a dog, she WAS family.