I told her, "No, it's pure dog."
Ciao Chow Chow chow.
His dad says yes.
"And you and momma? Are you both purebred polar bears?"
"Of course, son. If you're purebred, we would have to be."
"What about your parents? Were they purebred polar bears?"
"Yes, son. This is what I'm trying to tell you."
"What about mom's parents? Were they purebred polar bears?"
"Son, they have to be. Look, you're a purebred polar bear, we're all purebred polar bears, okay? Why do you keep asking if you're a purebred polar bear?!"
"Because I'm freezing!"
He always wanted a purebred.
Guess that's what we get for buying a pure bread dog...
I told my dad that one of the dogs is a purebred plott hound.
Dad says, "So if she gains weight, then the plott thickens."
I was out walking the dog today when I passed by a young woman.
"Cute dog," she said. "Is he purebred?"
"No, I'm pretty sure he's pure dog"
