Frosting

A human who knows all about the genetics of papillons got in touch with No. 2 and told him that she thought I was a frosted sable.

Apparently, some of us have a gene inside us that makes the colors on our heads and ears fade out early.

I don’t know anything about that. I think if I had frosting on me I would know it, because frosting is very sweet and delicious. Nevertheless they stuck some pictures of me up on a page on the interwebs as an example.

Frosted papillons

My humans say they don’t care a whit, and my fur feels the same, so no big whoop!

You be the judge.

Me as a youngster.

Me as a youngster.

Me at four years old.

Me at four years old.

And BTW, humans still stop me wherever I go and say I’m so cuuuute.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: April 10th, 2011 under Strange occurrences.

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