She is several years old, but she looks like a Labrador Retriever puppy with an underbite and a crimped tail. She is not a pedigreed breed, and yet she has the look of a dog "intentionally bred", if that phrase is not too eugenic for words.
I wondered to myself just what Bea might "be". Indeed, I've even been waiting for the new "DNA your mongrel" test to get on the market, because as frivolous as it sounds, I was tempted to have Bea tested for lineage.
Today I took Beatrice to the vet's office, because the vet said that the pills she takes for this chronic thing or that requires her to get something called a "T4". A "T4" is apparently blood work.
They led Bea off (I am too sensitive to her feelings to point out that she was skidding a bit rather than freely walking) and then brought her back. The vet pronounced her a "good girl" and she was happy to be through her medical trauma.
Then the woman behind the vet counter said "what a cute Puggle!".
I asked "what's a puggle?".
It turns out that a Puggle is a hybrid between a
pug and a beagle.
Life suddenly made complete sense in the way it usually only makes sense when, for example, I run out of gas because I drove the car on empty too long. I had long noticed Bea's waddle and her somewhat puggish body outlines in an otherwise small-houndish frame.
The Puggle.org website photos confirmed it, as little black dogs abound on that site who look an awful lot like Bea. It's true thta some of them have more wrinkled foreheads, and it's also true that Bea's tail looks more crimped through misfortune than bred that way.
Yet deep down, I have no real doubt.
We have ourselves a puggle.
I wonder if that's a Scrabble word yet.