Doberman
No surprise with yours, Brother Dear. They don't have enough choices, as I came out to be a Doberman. Surprised I wasn't a Bulldog, too.
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Wednesday, January 25, 2006
No surprise with yours, Brother Dear. They don't have enough choices, as I came out to be a Doberman. Surprised I wasn't a Bulldog, too.
4 Comments:
HMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm............
Jean...what meaneth thou with the HMMMMMMmmmm? Did you not like your dog type?
Carolyn--you might not like being a Doberman, but the description pretty well fits you. I seem to remember a night when we were all standing in front of the Cross House with the spotlights on and the bullhorns going, and you fearlessly marched up to the door. The rest of us, including the policeman standing watch, were terrified that you might be met with a shotgun blast.
well.....I tried to answer this earlier, but didn't post for some reason. So will try again.
I didn't have time at that particular moment to take the test but did later and found the bulldog staring me in the face.
I see myself more like our little toy fox terrier, always yapping about something.
So I agree with Samantha.
And.....now that you have dropped a little tidbit about the Cross House, lets hear about that since I am in the dark on that one.
Now, I am also a Doberman, apparently, and I think it is pretty accurate, and I think the description sounds just like you, Granny. Quiet and unassuming until somebody messes with your territory.
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