She’s Not Who We Thought She Was

They said she was a Lab mix. And she looked like a Lab mix. We’ve had many rescue dogs over the years, most of them Labrador Retriever mixes, and we loved them all. From a disposition standpoint, Labs are sweet, gentle, friendly, warm, and loving. And we were thrilled two months ago to adopt yet another Lab mix.

But when our daughter came over a few days after we brought her home, she said, “I don’t think she’s a Lab mix. I think she’s more Boxer than Lab.” So, I did what any responsible pet owner would do. I ordered a doggy-DNA test.

It took a while to get the results back because, as I wrote here, the first sample I sent in got lost in the mail and the DNA lab had to send me another kit. Finally, though, on April 20th, I received an email with the results.

What??? She’s mostly Pit Bull and Bulldog with a little bit of German Shepherd! No way! What happened to our Lab mix? Clearly the doggy-DNA company got it wrong. Or they mixed up our dog’s saliva sample with some other dog’s sample.

So I ordered a second DNA test kit from a different doggy-DNA company. Surely this test would prove that our 16-month-old Lab mix is, indeed, a Lab mix.

I received an email today with the results of that second DNA test.

I had to Google “American Staffordshire Terrier” to find out that it has much in common with American Pit Bull Terriers and is considered to be a “Pit Bull” breed. Also, one article said that “the American Staffordshire Terrier is one of the breeds that gave origin to the American Bully. Nonetheless, it is more similar to the American Pit Bull Terrier. They share almost identical features.”

Bottom line, our “Lab mix” dog is mostly Pit Bull Terrier with hardly any Labrador Retriever in her genes. What a shocker!

Well, she is what she is, and even though she’s not not who we thought she was, we love her nonetheless.

Leapin’ Lizards

We have lizards in our backyard. The photo above was taken of one our lizard friends last summer. Now that the weather is getting warmer, these critters are crawling out from under the rocks (or wherever they have been hiding during the cooler months) to sit out on said rocks and bask their little cold-blooded asses in the warm sun.

Earlier this month, we brought home a rescue dog from a kennel and it seems that she is obsessed with lizards like some dogs are with squirrels. When we take her out in our yard, she immediately starts looking around for any lizard who dares to show itself. And then she leaps after it.

Fortunately, she hasn’t been fast enough to actually catch one. Not yet, anyway. In the meantime, though, maybe we should have named our dog Annie, after Little Orphan Annie, whose catchphrase was “Leapin’ Lizards.”

What Were We Thinking?

Our grown daughter didn’t understand. “What were you thinking? You finally had the freedom do fo whatever you want to do, but not anymore.”

Our grown son said, “You have two grandkids. Your decision will cut into the time you could otherwise spend with them.”

All good points, but despite those truths, on Thursday my wife and I adopted a rescue dog. She’s a 13 month old Labrador Retriever mix, although we don’t know what the other part of the mix is. It’s been a long time since we had a dog this young. Our last rescue dog was five when we got her, and she was quite mellow. Our new girl is, in a word, rambunctious.

Our previous dog was crate trained and she happily slept in her crate all night long. No so with with our new little girl. She decided that spending the night on our bed and crawling all over us was where it’s at. Hence, our first night with our new gal was, shall we say, sleepless.

She’s mostly housebroken, but this morning she did have one accident (so far, the only one). And while she knows commands like “sit” and “down,” others like “come,” “stay,” and “leave it” are not recognized words in her doggy vocabulary. So a lot of training is a first priority.

We’ve trained dogs in the past, but it’s been a while. So when a friend recommended this book…

…I ordered it from Amazon. It will arrive on Monday, and our goal will be to have a well-trained, obedient dog in about five weeks.

And one last thing. I haven’t spent much time on WordPress since we picked up our pup on Thursday due to time spent trying to train and teach her a few things, giving her sufficient playtime to burn up some of that puppy energy, and taking her for very long walks, which is good for her and good for me. I suspect that this focus on our new family member will continue to be the case at least for the next few days. Hopefully I’ll get back into the swing of things with respect to my blog soon.

Truthful Tuesday — The Forefront of My Mind

Yes, I know it’s Thursday, but Frank, aka PCGuy, was late in publishing this week’s Truthful Tuesday posts, so I figured I could be late in responding. Anyway, this week Frank wants to know…

What issue or issues are forefront in your mind at the moment?

So many issues are at the forefront of my mind right now. Let’s see, where can I begin?

  • The Russian Invasion of Ukraine and what the implications of that act of aggression by Vladimir Putin will be for the nation of Ukraine and its people.
  • Related, the affect of that invasion on the global economy. More specifically, the American stock markets, where most of my retirement dollars are invested.
  • Whether it’s time to bite the bullet and get hearing aids, since I’m about 95% deaf in my left ear and about 40% deaf in my right ear. Can you please stop mumbling and speak up? Sheesh.
  • Whether my wife and I should adopt another rescue dog, since we lost our last dog in November 2020 and our cat this past January. My wife wants to. Me, not so much.
  • What the goddam Republicans are doing to my country.
  • Whether I should pay someone else to wash all of our windows or do it myself.

Okay, I think that about covers it.

MLMM Photo Challenge — Rescue Dog

6AC0F8C4-0C05-4D70-8234-FFAFA7DFACA1Doug and his wife, Dorothy, had finally decided to get a dog, and they agreed that they should adopt a rescue dog. So they headed to the local animal shelter and met with a member of the staff to review the process of adoption. They filled out all of the paperwork and answered all of the staff member’s questions.

“Okay,” the staff member said, “You have gotten to the stage where it’s time for you to pick out the dog you would like to adopt. Meet me outside by the pen and I’ll bring the dogs out there for you to make your selection.”

Doug and Dorothy we’re so excited at finally being able to select a dog to bring home with them. But when they got outside, they were surprised to see nearly two dozen dogs lined up and staring up at them with their sad, expressive, and hopeful eyes, all intently focused on the couple.

“Oh, Doug,” Dorothy said, “with so many adorable dogs to choose from, how can we pick out just one? I want to take them all home with us. This is really hard.”

“I know what you mean, sweetie,” Doug said. “This reminds me of that time when I went to the Bunny Ranch in Nevada and they lined up all those gorgeous prostitutes and I had to choose just one. That was really hard.”

Dorothy looked over at her husband in disbelief. “Yeah, I bet that was a hard one for you, you bastard.” She spun around, marched to their car, started it, and drove off.”

Doug shrugged his shoulders, looked at the shelter’s staff member, and said, “I guess there are some memories are best left unspoken.”


Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge prompt. Photo credit: Google Images.