I am having a small identity crisis.
In the past couple of weeks, I have been called a girl dog, Golden Doodle, Schnoodle (Schnauzer and Poodle mix) and Bichon Frise.
All of which, I am not.
While it is true that my mom isn’t 100% sure about my heritage because I am a rescue dog, I KNOW who I am.
I am Toby the MOYEN (Translation: Medium or what happens when mini and standard Poodles mate) POODLE.
I celebrate Bastille Day, live for a bird chase through the woods, adore Coq Au Vin, demand my human’s attention and love cheese (I really love cheese and sank my teeth into a chunk of cheddar at a dinner party one time).
The constant bungling of my breed and sex has me perplexed.
However, it is really my mom’s fault. She likes to keep me in a puppy cut with a “teddy bear” face.
Of course, I look wonderful in this cut and am irresistible to the ladies but this style hides my Poodle features such as my long Poodle face.
I have made peace with the fact that humans are going to continue to mistake my identity.
The most important thing is that I know who I am–a French Poodle living the American dream.
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