Leave it
In my family, you have a dog. Except for my sister, who has a cat, probably for the same reason I didn't have a dog before. Give her time. So I have a dog. It was only a matter of time (and yes, I was an extreme late bloomer). My dog is not one of those modern breeds sensitive to inbreeding, I suppose. She is of unplanned origins (it's one of those "oh shit my dog is pregnant, you're getting one of the puppies" things). Nothing designer about her, and although the dog equivalent of 23andme had a field day on her littermate and came up with a long list of ingredients, there is nothing labra nor doodle in her. Pretty much everything else, though. Quite a bit of German shepherd, and something with short legs. And something black, even though neither of her parents was. My dog was born "off the grid" in the mountains, in a similarly laissez-faire way as how she was conceived: her birth was discovered one freezing December morning as "oh wow the puppies...