When I was younger I lived in Florida with my dad and Brothers, and my family always had German Shepherd‘s always 2-3 at a time. When I came to New York to live with my mom. She always loved labs, and so had a 10 year old lab in bad shape so maybe a year after getting here he passed away. It was very hard for my mom so she waited a couple years before she got a new lab. After my neighbor informed us that her friend just had a litter and was willing to give us one because she knew how much we loved the last one. After about two and a half weeks of back-and-forth talking and a couple days of just nothing, we thought we were not going to get it but then my neighbor said hey, my friends over here with the two dogs she still has left come over and pick which one you would like. We went over and they looked very much the same, the only difference was the one with much more timid. We pick the more timid one my brothers friend got the other and we named him phantom because we did not know if we would ever get him. But now he is ours even if I don’t see him every day after I moved closer to my college.