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).


Toby: Sniffing out the birds in my favorite field.

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.


Toby: Can you see how my “teddy bear” look is confusing?

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.


Toby: See my long Poodle face when I had a very short cut just after leaving the shelter.

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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