Those sons-of-bitches Momma was working with are from the South (the Carolinas to be precise). After one of them saw a picture of yours truly (that'd be me) sitting on Momma's desk, he inquired as to my breed. Momma explained that I originated in New Orleans and that recent DNA test results proved inconclusive. To which one of the bastards replied, "I'll bet he's got some English Shepherd in him... it's a very prevalent breed in the South, especially in rural areas and on dairy farms."
With Stewart being a Scots-Irish name and all, I'd hate to think I could possibly be part Limey (a racial slur referring to the British), but I Googled "English Shepherd" and discovered that those sons-of-bitches are probably right. The photo above is an English Shepherd, and you can see more pictures at www.nesr.info/index.htm.
In the meantime, here's my understanding of how the world of consulting works. You might have to click on the photos in order to read the text... then again, sometimes clicking on photos on this blog does nothing. But, the I.T. consultants at Blogger.com refuse to answer any of my emails... those sons-of-bitches!
Or, here's another good explanation: