It’s right up there with “is there life after death?” and “are we alone in the universe?”…
“WHAT KIND OF DOG IS SAM?!”
What do you mean? I’m a pup! A SuperPup!
Seriously, we couldn’t take it anymore. Constantly arguing over whether he was a Jack Russell or a Fox Terrier, or whether he has a little Bull Terrier thrown in for muscle and some Pitt Bull for the hard head (it really is an asset at the dog park!). A little Whippett for speed…
The constant conversation with strangers in bars or pet stores or parks that went on too long…
“He’s a Rat Terrier!”
Is that a compliment?
“He’s a Beagle! LOOK AT 27 PICTURES OF BEAGLES ON MY PHONE NOW!”
BECAUSE IT’S NOT LIKE I DON’T KNOW WHAT A FREAKIN’ BEAGLE LOOKS LIKE OR ANYTHING!
“He’s a Cattle Jack!”
…uh, you got me there.
Well, we finally decided it was time to find out what Sammy the SuperPup really is, besides just the fastest, muscly-ist dog in the west.
So on January 9th, four years to the day from when we brought him home from the SPCA, we swabbed his little puppy cheek and set up his doggy DNA test.
Two more weeks until we end the debate for good (and leave a blueprint for the rest of the world to make their own little SuperPups)…