My Father, now deceased, was carrying my previous little Yorkie because there was gravel on the road and he was afraid it would hurt her little feet. One of the other campers said to him, "Don't you think it is time to tell that thing she is a DOG". My Father was British, and without missing a beat he came back with,"Tell her she is a dog? - we haven't told her she is adopted, yet."
Good one Daddy!!!!
