Crown -- I hope you don't mind my hijacking this thread just a bit.

I feel I need to defend myself since Nick, while we were discussing the board, greeted me as "Dog Hater".

So I wanted to share a German Shepherd story.
When I was about eight years old, a rather elderly woman, "Mrs. W", lived up the street. A few months after she was widowed, she got a German Shepherd puppy. My family couldn't have a dog because of my allergies. I spent a ridiculous amount of time at Mrs W's playing with Duchess, and, surely enough, that dog bonded with me. She was the most loyal friend I have ever had to this day. Mrs. W didn't seem to mind, since Duchess required far more energy than Mrs. W had to invest. I knew nothing about training dogs, but Duchess would do whatever I asked of her. One summer morning, when Duchess was about six months old, I lied to my mother that I had cleaned my room and done other housework to prepare for the sleepover I had planned for that night. Instead of cleaning, I ran up the street and got Duchess. We were having a great game of fetch in my back yard when my mother stormed out the back door: "Young lady, you get in here and clean your room NOW!!" I saw the hair rise on the back of Duchess's neck. She bared her teeth and lunged at my mother, who got herself inside the screen door just in time. It was the coolest thing I had seen ever. That was it. Duchess was mine. I launched a campaign that lasted for about three weeks to convince Mrs. W and my mother to allow Duchess to live with me, where she obviously belonged. It was not to be. You're right, Nick: German Shepherds shed all over the place. Deal breaker.