Many people mistake me for an Airedale puppy or miniature version. My dads are always quick to nicely inform the mistaking human that I am actually a Welsh Terrier.
Said people then often feel the need to reiterate the fact that they thought I was a juvenile or mini Airedale. This really just perpetuates pointless dialogue, yet it is endearing and at least promotes conversation with my admiring humans.
At this point, I usually tug on the leash to go smell the next best patch of grass and lead my walker (one of my dads) from the circumstance that is heading in the direction of being awkward.
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