Miss Tialys the Elder bought our Mum & Dad a DNA test for Christmas because she said it would be interesting to find out where (and who) I came from. What does this mean? It seems they think I might not be theirs!
Anyway, one day a few weeks ago they stuck a little brush thingy into my mouth which, of course, I tried to chew on as I thought it must be a doggy treat. Instead, it was taken back out again and put somewhere to dry and then, some minutes later they taunted me with another pretend doggy treat. I did wonder what was going on but then they gave me a real treat and I forgot all about it. Until a little while ago.
As you know, I’m a beautiful black and white dog with some spotted bits on my chest and legs and, although I can’t remember a time before living with these humans, they didn’t believe the papers from the rescue centre which say I’m a collie cross because they reckon they say that about all black and white dogs.
All they had to tell the laboratory when sending off the swabs was that I am a female and what I weigh which, of course, I usually lie about but the humans told the truth which is O.K. because I am beautifully sleek and slim and not at all ashamed of weighing 22kg.
With this information they discovered the following and there’s not a collie in sight.
So, even though we now live in England and that’s where the test was done, it seems I really am French – well, mostly – which the humans say is no surprise as that’s where they found me.
This is what a pure Brittany looks like so you can see some definite similarities although brown and white colouring is more common,
Apparently, one set of my great grandparents were ‘full’ Brittanys but the rest must have allowed standards to slip and there were a few little minxes and some love rats who managed to mix up the family tree a bit.
Mum said she’s not surprised to see Labrador Retrievers are in the mix because they are on a mission to become as fat as possible by eating almost anything they can get their paws and jaws on and she says that’s exactly what I am like. Cheek! I am very discerning and never eat any sheep/fox/cat poo that’s more than a day or two old.
She laughed like a drain for some reason when she said that the other French breed in my DNA – the Beauceron – is described as ‘brilliant and fearless’. After some shameless showing off by me including opening doors to let myself into the garden and deliberately making a lot of noise by banging my bottom against the drop leaf table, she had to concede that I’m brilliant but, frankly, I have to say that more than one vet has threatened to eject us when I wail loudly and uncontrollably if they come anywhere near my bottom with a thermometer. Well, wouldn’t you?
So, there you go, I now know who I am and where I come from which I think is probably of more interest to the humans than to me because I just know I’m gorgeous, fun-loving, full of energy and with a great sense of humour and that I live in a lovely place with humans who appreciate me which is more than enough for this rescue dog.
Still, I’m quite pleased there’s a Weimeramer or two in the mix as they are so handsome and I think my blogging friend Mouse will be pleased to know I’m also related to the sighthound group and, if I lived in Australia, would probably be invited to join him at the Happy Greys Social Club for a puppuccino,
If you have a dog and its origins are ‘unclear’ would you be interested in doing a DNA test or are you happy guessing?
love Flo 🐾❤