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What.

I beg you, if you are about to pay $100 to find your dog's genotype, don't. Use that $100 to:

Purchase a squeaky ball, a soft blanket, a new collar, and a can of really nice dog food for your dog

OR

Get your dog tested for congenital diseases your dog might have

OR

Give it to your local pet shelter

OR

Sponsor endangered wildlife

OR

Get another dog! If you have the money to throw away on a doggie family tree, you have enough money to keep some pound dog from being euthanised and then you have TWO DOGS! Two! Who's a puppy? You're a good puppy! And you're a good puppy! Who are my good doggies? You are!

BECAUSE

I guarantee you that if you show your dog his genotype he will eat it or, if he is very well trained, widdle on it, or look at you in utter confusion all the while thinking "Where's my goddamned squeaky ball, dispenser of food and skritches?"

And then he might lick your face, but only because dogs love us and understand that we are simple creatures easily amused by stupid things.

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Oh, fandom.

Somewhere, someone has written that fic.

Probably with the Winchester brothers.

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