No way Jose! This sweet girl, yellow lab rescue named Dori (paper name was Adorable, and she was almost 5 when I got her, 1 owner first year of her life then a couple more. Last owners had a very small house and a baby that started walking. Dori had a 32" chest and would knock him over, so they tied her to a tree on a 6 foot rope, no shelter, 5 gallon bucket for water and would open a bag of Ol' Roy where she could get it. When the bag was empty they'd get another. Weighed 150 pounds pretty quickly, but dropped 10 pounds in a week of good food and exercise. Had her when I was a senior in college and had a motorcycle accident injuring my knee. Was told to walk an hour a day, so she and I would head out and walk the streets of Athens, Ohio. She got down to a trim 110 pounds. She was my best friend, I could let her loose at a music festival and she'd come find me when it was over. Great nose, very inquisitive, for Halloween one year I bought a blue nylon DEA jacket for her, a DEA windbreaker for me and a ball cap. Shook people's parties down for grass- they'd throw down their bags and scatter when I showed up with her barking). And she was really smart. I was playing a solo on an original my band was writing. Had a wah part then without it to end. She always wanted to lie in between us, and when I stopped moving the pedal with my foot (just closed it) and was still playing she got up, walked over and used her paw to move the pedal back and forth. Cocked her head looking at the speaker of the twin I was playing, got the frequency she like stepped back, looked up at me wagging her tail and smiling. The band decided the solo sounded better ending with the wah partly cocked. When we cut our own CD, I gave her a writing credit.