I love it when Mom laughs. That’s what she did when she read the instructions for the DNA test.
I don’t know what DNA means. I think probably it means Do Not Attack. It would make more sense if it meant Do Not Bark (DNB) or Do Not Jump (DNJ). That’s what Hoomans say to me most of the time.
Oh, I forgot what I was Saying. Mom opened the DNA test and read The Directions. “Open sterile packaging. Swab inside the dog’s mouth between gums and cheek for 15 seconds. Do this for each of two swabs. Let sample dry before mailing in return packaging.”
Mom laughed and laughed. She giggled out things like, “Oh, my! (He He!) Swab the dog’s cheek?! How about, Chase the dog around the house and retrieve swab from dog’s grip. (Ha Ha!) Or Return mangled swabs for full refund. (He He He He!!!)”
She Forgot how brave I Am! Mom2 held me still while Mom put the Stick Thingie in my mouth. It tickled but it did not hurt. The DNA went in the Mail. Mom says when we hear from the DNA People we will know my Heritage and Mr. P. Nut Squirrel will let me run for Vice President. (I don’t know what that is either but I’ll figure it out.)
Until next time.
P.S. I think I am an Irish Wolfhound. I feel kind of Wolfy nearly every day!!!