Years ago, the owner of my dog's sister's got a DNA test and shared the results. So while these are not truly 'his DNA results' they are 'close enough'. This is what I wrote on January 24th, 2012:
This is 100% real. I'm not sure how much this cost (or how accurate it is) but they bought it to shut up their know-it-all vet who insisted that Dezi (my dog's sister) was a black lab. It's interesting. We know exactly who their parents are--which is itself an odd 'luxury' most dog owners can never have--and we knew that Pops was a purebred golden. But we had no clue what exactly the mother's makeup was, though several people (not me) had insisted she had a good amount of boxer blood. They were right.
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I think whoever did this meant it to be a joke, like "BILL my foot" as in send the bill for this vandalism to my foot haha see my footprints? But a part of me hopes that this person refers to his feet or one of his feet by the name "Bill." I think and I hope and I dream, folks.
Thinking about developing an animated series called Shrimp Angels about shrimps who die and go to heaven. It's an original idea and certainly a winning one. My goal is to be netting a million dollars an episode before I've even drawn my first S.A. Ambitious?
Happy Day 66, folks.
Today was my 23rd birthday. No, haha. Yesterday. I turned into an ape. I dreamt of eating a thousand peanut butter cups but just ate a container of vegan cream cheese instead. I hurt all of my heads. My head was an ape head and it had a mouth the head used to talk deeply about professional sports arenas and stadiums. I like the idea of places more than the reality that people inhabit them. Give me ghost towns or give me a new head.
