I am… not even gonna tell you what kind of dog that site came up with because it is totally wrong. It doesn’t even match the info I input.
I’m a mutt. I’m the dog out behind the dumpster that no one ever touches because no one can get close enough, or wants to. Except the Asian guy who owns the dry cleaners and steps out back for a smoke once in a while and doesn’t want anything but will let you come around and lie on your belly in the cool spot. Or the strange girl who comes from who-knows-where to sit on the pile of red dirt and write poetry and talk to you while you tilt your head to one side.
Weirdly accurate: “… Possesing keen eyesight and capable of great speed …has a tendency to chase anything that moves, but is also a gentle, faithful animal…” I’ve given up chasing, what with a wife and five kids and all, but that pretty much nailed me. Ok, I didn’t chase anything that moved when single. Unless drunk. I really do have good eyesight.
You people don’t know your dogs! I’ve not only heard of but can discribe all of those dogs (ok, I have spent 3 years at uni with animals). This dosn’t work for me, I’m a vixen or a wolf or something like that.
Oh, for the love of… a Poodle? A Standard Poodle?! “Camp on four legs”?! Geez…
This is not me. This is much more like me. Or this. Or even, so help me, this. (Aww, that’s actually really cute.) But this? No. As much as I know that poodles are very intelligent and some are even not insane (and they can’t help the poodle cut), whenever I think “poodle” I get “run away! run away!”
Bichon Havanese Silk Dog. Cheerful, sociable, sensitive, and excellent with children. A toy dog, often given to wealthy socialites, and found in circuses. My long flowing coat gives me a mystical look.
