Okay, so my wife told me today about a story of two dogs that fit ours just perfectly. One dog (Cooper) has an old soul, very calm and mellow. He obeys orders and always follows commands. Then, the other dog (Phoebe) is a crackhead. She obeys no commands, eats anything she can get her mouth on, barks at every bird that flies by the window, runs from you constantly, and howls like it is Halloween constantly.
I didn't even know we had a dealer in the neighborhood.