She swears (a lot) that she's going to post a furniture project again soon (for that Reese-Baby, no less), but I just happen to be providing convenient blog fodder for the moment.
Woof. I am Gracie.
Don't I look amazing in that picture? Why, yes! I do!
When Mom and Dad adopted me, I was a hot mess. I was skinny and stinky, and I had the worst haircut imaginable. They shaved part of one leg for my IV. And, to add insult to injury, my foster dad cut off the hair on the top of my snout because it was curling.
Let me take a moment to offer my belated gratitude for that righteous fashion decision.
I've come quite a long way in the growing-out of my nose hairs, but if any of you have ever grown out a shaved head (or moustache), you know my frustration. And my hair is growing So. Damn. Slowly.
Mom complains the hair on her legs grows faster than the hair on my legs.
As I mentioned before, I was a hot mess back in October. Didn't I look sad and miserable?
This shows even better how far I've come.
Mom says I remind her of Gimzo.
We are not amused.
It's beyond me why Mom spent so much time creating this horrible facsimile, so let me get to the point of this post.
Clearly, there was Schnauzer DNA floating within me to some degree. Perhaps a little bit of Gremlin as well.
Mom suggested a Doggy DNA test, and Dad was all over that. They ordered up a kit from Wisdom Panel, fully expecting to find out I was 50% Schnauzer, 25% Gremlin, and 25% Whothehellknowsmaybepartwolf.
They love me unconditionally, but curiosity was killing them.
Unfortunately, curiosity has not had the same effect on The Damn Cat.
What did they find out?
I am no longer wonder-bred.
I am Gracie Lou Freebush von Schnauzer.