I bought a DNA test for Molly today. I figured it was about time I know what kind of dog she actually is. I always feel like a horrible pet owner when people ask "what kind of dog is she?" and I just shrug my shoulders and say," I don't know".
Depending on the mood I am in, and how disgusted they look at me that I don't know such things, I might also throw in there...if I know what kind she is will it change how much she enjoys spending all day locked in the bathroom?
I followed the instructions carefully and filled everything out, so in about 3 weeks I will know what exactly Molly is. Fingers crossed she is a Dalmatian, I always wanted one of those. I can't wait for the "Who's your daddy reveal" It's so Maury Povich!
Today:
I am grateful for helpful people.
I am grateful for days off.
I am grateful for how good I feel when I run.
J
1 comment:
Thumbs down to the judgey McJudgerson's. You adopted a dog that otherwise would have been in a shelter. Even vet's have a hard time telling what breeds a mixed breed is just by looking at them. Looking forward to episode 2 of the Molly breed saga. :)
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