Being wrong

It was only in the past few years where I learned to how to suck it up & accept responsibility for being wrong.  I'm certainly not perfect and in those moments of blemishes and imperfections, the best thing you can do is just apologize & move on.  

B partied too much last night.


So, for years,  I've told folks that B is a pit bull mix.  Mostly pit bull.  My bully girl.  She's a pittie.  A pit.  Yes, she is undoubtedly a pit bull.

Then, I did the DNA test.  Annnd-- I know those aren't perfect either.  But it surely was a hoot!  And while, I know B has pit bull somewhere down her lineage....I've discovered that the pit bull gene wasn't a dominant breed in her.

Bella turned out to be a Bulldog, Labrador, & Boxer mix.  

Ohhhhhh..... it makes so much sense now.  Her Bulldog stubborness, her long Lab snout, and the height of a boxer.  The energy of all 3 of those breeds.

That's my girl!!!