Otis and I were in a parking lot and some old rich lady drove up in a Mercedes with what looked like a Yorkie in the backseat.
She got out of her car, squealed when she saw Otis, and INSISTED Otis was a Silky. Apparently, she was some expert in Silkies. Her dog was a Silky and was actually smaller than Otis. She was quite annoying in her insistence that Otis was a Silky.
I kept telling her I bought Otis from a reputable breeder, his parents were show dogs, AKC, all that....but no. "YOU HAVE A SILKY," she kept telling me.
