November 4, 2009

Un autre Français dans la famille

Congratulations on your dog's DNA results, listed below. 
 
Level 1 (75% or greater)    Brittany
Level 2 (10-20%)            Yorkshire Terrier

 





Go ahead. Snicker.

You think Luke is somehow less of a dog just because he has a bit of a small breed in there. Yeah, well, see that sweet little puffball beside him in the photo? That's Molly. She's fifteen pounds of solid scary, has kicked Luke's ass from here to Mississauga a hundred times, which I just realized isn't really making my case SHUT UP.

It's hard to look all squinty and tough when you appear to be wearing freshly scrubbed white tennis socks. And a ruffle.

That a great-grandparent was a Yorkie may explain his tolerance of Lyon, our beloved houseguest who peed on my bed five times and repeatedly launched his earmuff-sized body into the air, Matrix style, to make direct hits to Luke's face.

And yet. Luke is missing some Brittany traits, like birding and pointing instincts, and has a long tail and other attributes that seem more border collie than, you know. (SHUT. UP.) So the lab coats are going to retest him in case my swabbing sucked.

Meantime, Himself says: S'il vous plaît de me parler que dans ma langue maternelle mais pas de kiss-kiss parce qu'il est yuck. Merci et vive la France.

6 comments:

Mr. Otherford said...

A Brittany? No wonder he was run out of Ohio.

movita's sister said...

Luke might want me to remind you the Brittany is a GUN DOG, but I dunno, this Breton-Ohio accent he's trying on is pretty bad.

Mr. Otherford said...

Actually, he's only a good gun dog insofar as your slain duck, pheasant or whatever doesn't land in the water.

Rosie Beaucoup said...

I agree with Mr. Otherford. It is a tad pathetic when the soft, silky, calender girl of a Golden Retriever soars off the bank and into the water to swim out like a seal and retrieve a stick while the once-chained, former farm dog, now street-tough looks on hopelessly from the water's edge.

movita's sister said...

First off, I woke up every September morning to the sound of this charming calendar girl "grooming" her lady bits. Noisily. Secondly, while I will admit that Luke is no water dog, let us never forget how he devoured the still-beating heart of un lapin succulentes.

movita said...

Even niles goes in the water.