I had an old English sheepdog name roscoe and he was the same way. Couldn't see anything through all of his hair, but he lead me to some great finds! This is going to be great, I'm in!<runs in breathless> Am I late !? I was walking Roscoe and he said he smelled brownies then took off running, farting with every fifth stride. Damn dog is going to kill me, either by heart attack trying to keep up, or suffocation from actually staying close. Now where are those brownies?