This weekend was another weekend of “What kind of dog is that?” questions. We get it wherever we go with Stella. When she attended the Dog Days of August she was called a Labradoodle, A Portie…she’s A Schnoodle.
Yesterday we walked around the Blvd with her Auntie Stacey and “Itty Bitty”. We had not even gotten to the walkway when I was asked by a couple who were also dogwalking, “What kind of dog is that?” I said, “She’s a Schnoodle!” The man gave me a “look” and said, “Oh, one of those designer dogs”. Auntie Stacey (always thinking…) chimed in, “She’s a RESCUE DOG!” and thennnn it all changed. It seemed like all of a sudden instead of being someone who plunked down thousands of dollars for a premeditated mix mutt…I was now a Rescue Mom. I get this alot.
All of a sudden they were all chatty and talking about their dog who was a rescue dog. How they had had a DNA test done and it turned out there dog was a mix of a variety of dogs. I’ve never wanted to get Stella tested….Petfinder had her listed as a “Schnauzer/Bouvier” mix….I’m happy with our Vet’s determination of “Schnoodle”.
All we know is….she’s an adorable little dog from Louisiana that we adopted and love like crazy!!!! And she’s a Schnoodle!!!!