I'm really trying to talk myself out of adopting a big dog. It's not practical, they shed, Murphy is used to being an only dog (though he adores big dogs and showers them with affection) and then I see This Face: Major. I grew up with a Major, though he was a Boxer, even his name is karmic. And who can resist that couch pose? I know I should, I already vacuum 3 cats' worth of hair off the couch and I am not one of those people who loves to vacuum and does it every day. And if he's a Great Pyrenees/Golden cross, we're talking double your shedding, double your work. Yet I look at that face and melt, and miss a big velcro dog's nose stuck to my hip as I walk through the house (though Murphy does a damn good ankle bracelet imitation.) What the hell am I thinking? Somebody slap me!