Flash forward to now when we're already talking about adopting a beagle puppy when Toby joins Buddy. In like.... years.
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Ever since we got Toby, we've been trying to figure out what his other half is. We've tossed around idea after idea: Corgi, Collie, German Shepherd... we just didn't know.
A couple weeks ago during a potluck dinner at our place, someone floated the idea of a beagle/golden retriever mix. It kinda wandered through my brain, but I moved on to other things like worrying needlessly about, well, any number of things.
This morning my brain fog cleared and there were two ideas floating in my head: it's either a german shepherd or a golden retriever. So I turned to Google and I asked it: what does a Beagle/Golden Retriever mix look like? And Google answered:
|This is not our dog.|
I wanted to get a comparison picture of Toby in the same position and expression, because we see this all the time, but it turns out most of our picture are of him sleeping. Because he does that a lot. But here is something closeish:
|This is most definitely our dog.|
There is a little more white on the first pooch, but the resemblance is unmistakable. Pretty much every picture we see reminds us of our Bugaboo. So we're calling it: Toby is officially (to us, anyway) a Beago (beagle/golden retriever mix).
Unfortunately, the friendly nature that is supposed to be a trait of this mix is not present in our pooch (as his picture above warns). However, we think that's more nurture than nature. He spent the first eight years of his life not being socialized and being taught that other people were scary. We've come a long way in the almost-year that we've had him, but at this point we're only going to get so far. Many of the other traits are very present: loyalty, intelligence, his need to guard the house, affectionate. And of course, there is no way of knowing if his parents were pure breeds or mixes themselves.
It's nice being able to have an answer when people ask what kind of dog he is. Short of a blood test we'll never know for certain, but we're glad to have figured this much out. This makes sense to us, and we're going to go with it.
Our Toby. We love him. Oy, that punim.