Figuring Out My Heritage

Well, today was another big day: I had my first visit to the vet! Of course, I've seen a vet before, when I was down in Mississippi, but this was my first time visiting a local doctor.  

Mom says I did great at my check up (no surprise there) and Dr. Collins was very nice.  He took me in the back to have my microchip inserted (not that I'll ever run away, but you know, you just can't be too careful these days) and the staff went nuts over me.  I got so many compliments on my adorable face, my petite stature, and my wonderful disposition. 

You would think it gets tiresome to have humans fawn over you in this way everywhere you go, but for me, it never gets old.  I'm guess I'm just a people-canine. 

One of the things everyone seems fascinated with is my lineage.  While I prefer to cultivate an air of suspense in that regard, I can understand the human tendency to try and figure these things out. They're such curious creatures by nature! 

Although the rescue group said they thought I was a spaniel/terrier mix, the general consensus amongst those who have met me recently is that I am actually a terrier/beagle mix.   While many of my overall physical characteristics resemble a Manchester Terrier, the little 

speckles on my one white leg are indicative of some beagle ancestry.  Dr. Collins concurred with this analysis, so that's good enough for me.

Here are photos of both of those breeds, and one of me:

Well....what do you think?  I can certainly see the resemblance, but I must say, I love being a mix of the two.  It's not that I have anything against purebreds--some of my best friends are single breeds!--but you can't beat the aura of mystery that surrounds a mixed breed like myself.