Who am I?
What am I made of...
a bit of sugar (nah),
a touch of spice (nope),
and everything nice (yes, oh yes)?
What am I made of...
a bit of sugar (nah),
a touch of spice (nope),
and everything nice (yes, oh yes)?
Mama purchased a DNA kit from that big store inside the laptop known as Amazon.
The kit arrived and the next thing I knew I was getting sticks switched around inside my mouth. Next morning Mama went directly to the post office to mail my specimen.
About a week later, Mama received an email letting her know my test was received
and soon I will know what wonderful breeds make up my very own ancestry.
Mama doesn't care what I am. Mama says I am a mutt just like her.
Dad is curious; he wants to know.
About a week later, Mama received an email letting her know my test was received
and soon I will know what wonderful breeds make up my very own ancestry.
Mama doesn't care what I am. Mama says I am a mutt just like her.
Dad is curious; he wants to know.
My questionable DNA has turned into a game. My family all took a guess at my makeup.
Kyla, at the mature age of 8, says I am a "mixed" dog. Now that girl is thinking with her pretty little head. I do think she is going to win the guessing game.
Kyla, at the mature age of 8, says I am a "mixed" dog. Now that girl is thinking with her pretty little head. I do think she is going to win the guessing game.
Maybe Mama will order another kit from that Amazon place and Dad can shove sticks inside her mouth so we can finds out what breed she is.
I already know what she is--she is my lovable Mama!
Woof, woof, till later,
Zoey
(aka Zo-Zo)
Color this dog black and call it me.
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