Unfiltered Story #385539

My husband isn’t very observant. He had taken our cavoodle Marley, to be shaved as the weather heats up. He has just got home and Marley doesn’t greet me as she usually would, when he gets a phone call. It’s the groomer asking whether he was sure that we had the right dog as I notice something.
Me: yeah I’m pretty sure that’s not Marley. Unless she had a sex change as well as a haircut that’s definitely not her.
Husband: Tony?
The dog reacts.
To be fair the collars were of a similar colour with the exact same leads. Both dogs were the same size and weight and black with the same white markings. It’s now a running joke to make sure the dog we get is at least the right sex.