Have you ever had your pet mistaken for something totally weird? Besides my Manchester terrier being mistaken for a beagle, once my cat was mistaken for a dog. Also, a human baby.
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hehe! maybe a puppy Doberman. Monty the Italian Greyhound is always being mistaken for a baby greyhound. I would think the grey muzzle would give her away.
Rocco the Wonder Dog, who is a beagle, is often mistaken for a basset hound. This is probably because of his large ears and weight issues. I don't like it any more than he does.
MicheleinMichigan — Monty has an elder-dog beard? Mine too, and she's often mistaken for a doberman or rottweiler puppy. Shows how people sometimes don't really pay attention to dogs: we decide it's a puppy, ignoring the gray hair, bifocals, and cane.
Bill — A friend of mine once employed a floppy beagle or basset ear to eat pudding. I don't know which, but it might have been chocolate.
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Bill — A friend of mine once employed a floppy beagle or basset ear to eat pudding. I don't know which, but it might have been chocolate.