Ok, everybody! I got the results via e-mail today, about a week sooner than I was expecting. They're after the jump. Ready?
A...Jintulearrier?
What the eff yoo cee kay?
This is extra hilarious because when when we first took Willa to puppy class last fall there was this trendy-looking, impeccably dressed couple there with their brand-new Coton de Tulear.
I had never heard of such a dog, but he was the cutest damn thing, groomed and clipped to look like some sort of little Japanese character. These people were so proud of their perfect, adorable puppy, and who could blame them?
Not me, at least until I totally pissed them off when my ignorant self could not figure out what they were saying when I asked them what kind of dog it was. Codunde Tewlyay? Do whut now? Those people would shit if they saw this.
I've decided I am going to award the prize to Mosley because--ha ha on us--his Pomeranian guess wasn't so far-fetched after all.
Mosley, please e-mail me a couple pictures of you guys' dogs and I will figure out something nice to do with them for you.
Everybody else who has a mutt you can't ID and $60 burning a hole in your wallet: just spend that money on a case of good beer and a big bag of pizzles and you and the dog will both be happier for it, I promise.
What a damn racket. Although I do laugh until the tears come and my stomach hurts every time I look at the "Statement of Authentication" they sent us a PDF of. That's worth something.