Things like this really don’t matter to dogs-only peeps. You see, a dog has its nose on the ground, not in the air. I’m going to ask you dogs a question later.
I’m going to the groomer on Thursday and I’ll probably freeze to death after that-it’s only 65F at eleven in the morning. I’d like to know something before I become an ice cube. Kaci has seen two vets (same office) since she’s been with us and both think she’s a Chihuahua and West Highland White Terrier mix. She has the head of a Chihuahua (with the start of a beard which should get better with age)
Since she’s a dog, she doesn’t worry about which National hero is hers (Pancho MacVilla or Roberto Roy), she can combine them and have the best of both cultures. Then she needs to pick out which single malt tequila to drink. Music is no problem, it must be the Mariachi Bagpipers. Haggis tacos are easy to make. Ok, so now you’ve heard of a plaid serape. She can celebrate BOTH cinco de Mayo and the Queen’s birthday (Maria, Queen of Scots, of course) and birthday 470 is in exactly a week. Maria doesn’t look a day over 44-no wrinkles on her face. We’ll forget that she has no head.
The problem arises when we’re out walking and some peep asks what breeds we are. I’m easy. When it comes to Kaci, “a mixed mutt” doesn’t cut it with peeps who have their noses in the air. They do understand designer dogs like Labradoodle-they’re “in” now (but not mixed mutts). So they can be told she’s a designer dog. Should it be a Chestie or a Wehuahua?