This is an update report compendium status memo overview on the dump-off dog.
But, before unleashing the recent goings-on at the Ducks Mahal house of questionable logic regards adopting a dump-off dog, like, “What were we thinking,” I have to post a sidebar mention regards my cultured ability to judge aesthetically the pedigree of animals, primarily dogs.
I approach animal ownership (mostly dogs) with a certain expectation that I will also possess papers attesting to the breed and purity of said animal having one more or several champions within the animal’s lineage. The reason is my father formed a side business when I was a young lad of breeding and showing Wire Fox Terriers. During his career he had a kennel, judged dog shows and entered several dogs at the Westminster and point of fact won several championships. Hoora! There were always many dogs around the house growing up. The word bitch, for example, eloquently rolled off my tongue as if it were a surgical procedure and the proper form for addressing a female dog. My cousin raised Basenjis and named one of his dogs Shit. Now, that is not the same. And, it was awful to hear little kids call for the dog, which they did often. Never give a child a legitimate reason to profane. They will abuse the privilege.
Not just Wires, he also showed West Highland White Terriers and Bedlington Terriers. So, I’m a bit of a dog snob. Actually, I’m a touch superior when it comes to animal breeds altogether in general. I can also cross-over this snobbery into cats and horses, and well, ducks. You should know that. So, when someone dumps-off a dog, not only does the abandonment issue tweak my outermost extremities, but at the very least they could leave a pure bred animal w/papers – on my doorstep. It unravels me to high heaven to think I remain to interpolate the exact number of breeds actually in “one” animal. I am not sufficiently equipped for such activities. I have no issue paying good money for a proper animal. I once paid $1,000 for a pure platinum mink Tonkinese male cat, excluding airfare from Michigan and vet shots. Properly, his name was Beauregard. And formally, he and I could attend any black tie event together unfettered.
In a recent post I told of a small dump-off mixed breed dog we adopted that I named Frodo. The bitch wouldn’t respond to Frodo so I renamed the bitch Lil’ Bit. I have verified; it is a bitch. This is said update on Lil’ Bit:
You will be happy to note Lil’ Bit is fine. See photo below.
What breed(s) do you think she is?
Yes, that’s her bed. I am a hopeless spoil – the wayward little pissant milking me completely of all my available generosities.
I think Lil’ bit is a bit of gorgeous, crossed with a dash of cute, a smidgen of sweet, and huge amount of LOVE from her new daddy! Well that’s my professional opinion, but then what would I know? The diagnosis comes from one who named her own black Toy Poodle “Boof” for fear of raising a pretentious, narcissistic, prissy Poodle with a penchant for all things French! (Not that there’s anything wrong with being French – I personally thought it was one of the most beautiful cities in the world when I visited it a few years ago as a Virgin Traveller.)
My theory worked, I might add! But perhaps too well? The Boof-head has NO class/sense at all! As a pup, when he first arrived home, he fell into the pool, ran into a glass door, and fell down the stairs! “Boof” or what!!!? His saving grace though is his complete, unwavering (bordering on obsessive) love for his master (aaah, that would be “moi”!). So you gotta at least give him something for his impeccable taste – French or not!
Not the least bit surprised over here that you are a dog snob. I get pound cats, but pure bred dogs. Pound cats are fine. They act just like any other cat. Pound dogs tend to be a bit…quirky might be a good word. So I like to know where my dogs came from and what their parents were like tempermentally speaking before I bring them into my house to chew on my iPod shuffle and yoga blocks. I want to know they will be good for the money. Thus I have two pure bred Schnauzers and one pure bred Beagle, although the Beagle came with the husband. And is a lemon and white Beagle at that. Which means he is missing some colors if you ask me. He looks like a very small cow.
Anywhoooooo…I am going to guess Lil Bit has some doberman…and/or vizla (the coloring is so pretty).
There are three kinds of dogs: Big Dogs, Little Dogs and Inbetweeners. That there is a Little Dog. You’re welcome.
oooh! How cute is she?? I love her color. I couldn’t even begin to guess. I have a pound pup that I look at differently each day, wondering what is in her lineage. They told me she was a Jack Russel mix. I can see the Jack a little, it’s the fence jumping mix I’m curious about.
I guess I round out the group with a purebred dog and a pound pup of questionable lineage.
Oh, and a barn cat I raised from the minute it was born.
Min pin with a bit of “other”.
I see an interesting line down her back – I bet there’s some Rodesian Ridgeback in her. She looks small though. Very cute!