Tuesday, March 15, 2011
No one seems to know what I am. My dentist calls me a terrier. My ophthalmologist tech thinks I'm just a really big Chihuahua. The truth is, since I was found roaming the streets of Puerto Rico, no one can determine that. I'd like to do a doggie DNA test so that I can settle the debate. For some reason, American Eskimos remind my mum of me... so if you cross one of those with a Chihuahua, you'd get a Mexican Eskimo, right? That's what she likes calling me anyway. Perhaps that will become the next [gag] "designer breed." :P I hope not because I like being unique!