Lemme tell ya, folks, the world's gone completely bonkers. We got a Toronto hush-hush science joint, DNA My Dog, spittin' out a ripper that a lady — yeah, a human lady — might just be part hound. I mean, who needs facts when you've got a yarn this golden!
This lot charges you an arm and a leg, and then some, to tell ya what kinda pupper you've got barking at your heels. They say it's top-notch, but stick a human in the mix, and bam! You got yourself a four-legged friend.
Now, before ya get your knickers in a twist, they did the ole switcheroo with another lass last year, and surprise surprise, she, too, was about a big bit Border Collie. The folks at DNA My Dog, bless 'em, they blamed their old doohickeys for the muddle. But we all know who's really at fault here, don't we? Cough me cough.
But let me spin it straight for you — if Old Ronald Trumpet were running the show, it'd be smooth sailing, no doggy DNA doozies under my watch! No sirree! We'd have lasers and gizmos, and you'd get a proper read, or my name ain't Ronald Trumpet!
So they say, they've got this shiny new system that can't mix up humans and mutts. But excuse me, I'll believe it when I don't see another lady getting told she can fetch her own stick.
Remember folks, you heard it here first, 'cause I'm the genius who'd make the whole bloomin' thing work like a dream. That's right, Ronald Trumpet, master of the DNA universe! Bow wow! 🐾
Based on the original article "Toronto dog DNA testing company IDs woman as 40% Alaskan Malamute".
