I Went There

Remember this post?

During a Saturday girls-day-out-at-Petsmart, Roxie and I randomly cruised the aisles, visited some yappy little dogs in the adopt-a-pet area (she was not impressed) and watched some playful felines on the hunt for a new home (she seems to have a sweet spot for kitties!)  And then as we turned into the vitamins and supplements aisle, we spied this:

Oh, yes.  I went there.

So we went from this happy scene on that day:

See how sweet she is behaving??

Cue THIS scene on Sunday:

“Mom.  Um, Mama?  MOM!  What the HELL is that???”

Come here, my dear Roxie, and let me swab your cheek.  Bwah ha ha ha haaaaa.

Thus ensued, by far, the most entertaining 3 minutes of my weekend.  All at the expense of this sweet shelter dog whose new Mama will not rest until she knows from whence (and from whom) she came.

In three-ish weeks we shall discover if our prediction of German Shepherd+Doberman is anywhere close to true, or if science will tell us that she’s a surprise to us all.

You may now commence to make fun of the person who forked over more for a doggy DNA test than she forked over for the actual doggy in the first place.

P.S. In case you have not already guessed, that is Blonde Bomber doing the doggy-wrangling, and NO, I will NEVER live this one down.  Like, ever.  One hundred years from now, descendants of our combined families will be sitting around a table somewhere, telling the legend of The Weird One who DNA-tested her shelter mutt.

I’m good with that.