October 8th 2013 7:38 am
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Ever since she met me, mom's been trying to figure out what I was. At first, she thought I was some kind of Labrador Retriever mix...but I didn't grow any more so she thought something had to be mixed in because I was so tiny compared to other Labs.
My paperwork says I'm either a Lab or a Black Mouth Cur(weird, right?). It goes back and forth between the two.
Mom's first theory after she adopted me was Whippet/Lab. That lasted a few months, then she met a dog who looked just like me at work who was some kind of English Pointer mix. So mom thought maybe Pointer and Lab. I do point every time I play fetch with her.
Something still didn't fit though. I didn't behave much like any of the breeds she thought.
A couple of weeks ago someone suggested that maybe I had some Vizsla in me. Mom was a bit skeptic, but the more she looked into it, the more my personality and size matched. The only things that don't really fit are my coloring and my tail. I do have some red highlights in my mostly black fur though.
She accepts that she'll probably never know exactly what I am without knowing my history. For now, she treats me like a Vizsla and I love it. Being treated like a Vizsla means more cuddling, more talking(because I'm getting really vocal), and more running. If I wasn't a Vizsla mix, mom would never know because I'm definitely not going to tell her with all of the fun we've been having lately.
Also, she was super shocked to find that my diary is the Diary of the day today. Maybe now we'll do a much better job at updating it more often.
Even better, today we got the news that my new prescription is ready. I've been doing so well these past few months that mom and the vet think it's okay to lower my dosage of Fluoxetine. That means I'm on my way off! Maybe now mom's coworkers will stop referring to me as "Prozac dog". I do have a name after all.
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