People are always telling me what I am. They tell me like they’ve met my mom and dad, and even their moms and dads. I don’t even know what I am, so how can they?
There is this funny thing I’d like to let you all in on. It’s called a mutt. It’s a dog made up of a whole bunch of different breeds, and probably not one in particular. My buddies at the shelter are often mutts. People try to tell them who their moms and dads are too because one of their 397630247 breeds got the long end of the stick and got to decide the phenotype.
For my “breed” – or mutt composition as I like to call it – I have arrows pointing in all different directions. It’s like every three pieces are part of a different puzzle.
I’ve got these really cool markings on me that people always like to compliment.
I’ve got these long, lean legs and a curlicue tail.
I drool sometimes. A lot.
The wrinkles on my face can make it look like I have a big blocky head. I do have a big head, but not that big. It’s a lean blocky, not a muscular blocky. There is a difference!
See? I’m made up of all sorts of different attributes! So when someone asks what I am I tell them in one loud bark, “I’m a snuggler, I’m a tail wagger, I’m a face kisser and I’m a LOVER.” No breed labels necessary, thank you. Now I know that there are stupid things called “formalitees” so one day fostermama will have to give me a label – but that day will only come AFTER a DNA test!
For more information on adopting Honey Bunches of Otis, go to his Adopt Me page or email email@example.com.