by Michelle H. (mishnpow)
Often when I am out with my dog, people will stop us to ask what kind of dog she is. The easy answer is she that she is a mutt.
At this point in the conversation, Dixie’s new friend starts throwing out different breeds; Lab, Greyhound, Weimaraner, Chow, Terrier, and even Pitt Bull.
She has a blue tongue; webbed feet (but no double coat); a lethal tail that some, who’ve been hit by it, argue maybe should have been docked at birth; and she has funky ears that look like they could be from different breeds just when she changes expression.
I have no idea exactly what she is, and haven’t ruled out the possibility of one day doing a DNA test. But I do know her. I know that every person is her new friend, she is great with little kids, and she loves to eat carrots.
I know that she is an excellent catcher and she hates the wind, skateboards, and when people argue. She is a great listener and, if I cry, she is right there.
After knowing all that about Dixie (and much more), I don’t really care how much Lab or Weimaraner she is. I guess there is a lesson to be learned here, one that can translate into human language as well; maybe it’s not what we are, but who we are.
Dizzy the Mutt with the Propeller Butt by Ian Punnett
Rocky & Gawenda: The Story of a Man & His Mutt by Michael Gawenda
The Mutt: A Novel by Macklin Finley
They Call Me Dixie by Captain Richard L. (“Dixie”) Alexander
Don’t Make Me Choose Between You and My Shoes by Dixie Cash
AWWWW! A great big hug to you, Mish and Dixie!
Great dog! Just tell folks that she’s a designer dog–custom made for you.
You gotta love her beautiful face. Life is so much better with your mutt!!