Mutts. *womp womp* I told myself that the next time someone asked what my dogs were, I would say pitbull mixes.
|These toys will last Mushroom several months or Badger several minutes|
As luck would have it, I got another chance during my Toastmasters meeting. I was talking about how Badger doesn't mind getting his nails clipped, but Mushroom hates it, and someone asked what kind of dogs they are. I said they were pitbull mixes, and she followed up by asking, "What made you decide to get that type of dog?" It wasn't accusatory, just curious. So I explained how we were told that Badger was a Cocker Spaniel/Border Collie mix, but he grew into something resembling a pitbull mix. And how he was such a wonderful dog that, for our second dog, we specifically looked for a pitbull type dog.
|Hey look, I downloaded Instagram|
|Too bad I can't download better photography skills|
And then... nothing. No arguments, no fear-mongering, no yelling. The conversation segued to another person talking about his sons. It was as if I'd just talked about my goldfish. I was quite relieved. Hopefully revealing that my dogs are pitbull mixes will always be this easy.