
"Oh, he's nice!" the young woman said, "He is a Poodle, isn't he?"
"No," I replied blithely, "He's a miniature Labradoodle!"

The smile froze on her face and the party moved on without another word said...
As they disappeared 'round the corner I heard her saying, "... a Labrador crossed with a Poodle...." Fortunately, I'm a little hard of hearing and I was unable to hear any further comments...
We carried on our merry way - leaving her to deal with her chagrin...

Anne, Ianto & Wyre x
(P.S. The Devil made me do it!)


