The kind that happily crushes his birthday tennis balls in 60 seconds tops.
The kind that has long, lanky legs.
The kind that has a very thin, short coat except on the back of his neck.
The kind with chiseled cheekbones, relatively short nose, and an extremely expressive face.
The kind with a lean build, deep chest, and curly tail.
The kind who can barely keep his nose off the forest floor long enough for a picture, and who sniffs the air to search for his kibble when we play “find it” at dinner time, even if every single piece of food is easily visible, then ignores half of each newly found food pile because he’s enjoying the game.
The kind with black (not blue!) tongue spots that change from time to time.
The kind that will lay on top of you if you refuse to give him space on the couch, and never ever cuddles face to face.
…and the kind that tells his Momma that he’s still too confused and embarrassed to reveal his DNA test results… but those
mini test tube brushes swabs sure were lickable!