Letters from Lucy
American Staffordshire Terrier
Hi everyone! Lucy here!
About two weeks ago, Dad started chasing me around the house with a little, white plastic…brush thing! At first I thought he was trying to put doggie mascara on me, and I said, “Dad, my eyelashes are long enough! I don’t need mascara!” And then he stuck the thing in my mouth, which really confused me! Who puts mascara in their mouth?
He twirled the little thing around a bit and it tickled the inside of my cheek – I didn’t like it very much, and once Dad was done, I ran as far away from him as I could. No more mascara in this pittie’s mouth, thank you very much!
But then he came back to me – WITH ANOTHER LITTLE BRUSHY THING! SO MEAN! He stuck this one in my mouth, too, and twirled it around some more. Well. I was so not happy with him that I sat down on the other side of the room and ignored him all night long. But he said, “Now, Lucy, I want to know what breeds show up in your DNA. It’ll be fun!” I was just happy the whole ordeal was over, to be honest.
So tonight, Dad and I sat down at the computer machine, like we do almost every night, and we had an email from the Wisdom Panel people. They said they knew who my parents were! I just looked up at Dad and said, “They’re funny. YOU’RE my Dad!” And he nuzzled my neck a little bit. (But I really wanted to find out who my doggie ancestors were, too, and now I’m going to tell you!)
Basically, what the Wisdom Panel people said is what we already know: I’m one big mixed breed, plain and simple. But they were able to pick out a few specific breeds, and it’s possibly the funniest mix of breeds you’ve ever heard. So here’s my breed make-up:
Well, duh, Wisdom Panel people!
That’s not a dog, that’s a polar bear! And last, but certainly not least:
Excuse me? I’m a WHAT? Does this mean I could be related to my poodle friend Tilly? Cool!
Ok, so Dad was right – this was fun. But I never want a mascara stick in my mouth ever again! Have a great weekend everyone!