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DOODLE MIX UP: Neighborhood Women Unsure Whether They Took Home Correct Doodle After Mid-Day Mimosas.

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Mild confusion spread through one of Williamsburg’s golf-course communities Thursday afternoon after six neighborhood women gathering for poolside mimosas reportedly lost track of which cream-colored doodle belonged to which family.

The incident began innocently enough when residents organized what one woman described as “a little dog reunion” after another family on the block purchased a mini Bernedoodle from the same breeder “basically everyone around here uses.”

Neighbors say the newest addition fit in immediately. “It was honestly adorable,” said Melissa Davenport, whose own Goldendoodle, Biscuit, attended the gathering alongside dogs named Winnie, Teddy, Murphy, Goose, and Charlotte. “They all had the exact same energy.”

According to attendees, the situation became more complicated around the third bottle of wine when several women realized all six dogs were approximately the same size, color, temperament, and facial expression.

“At one point I threw a tennis ball and genuinely could not tell which one returned it,” one resident admitted. Witnesses say concern escalated when the women began preparing to leave and discovered that multiple dogs responded interchangeably to commands like “sweet boy,” and “buddy.”

“Honestly, once the bandanas came off, it became very difficult,” said another attendee. “I’m not even fully convinced Teddy came home with us.”

By Thursday evening, neighborhood Facebook activity reportedly surged as residents subtly attempted to verify ownership through carefully worded posts including: > “Does anyone else feel like their doodle seems emotionally different tonight?”

At press time, one local family had allegedly spent nearly six hours bonding with the wrong dog before quietly deciding “there honestly may not be a meaningful difference.”

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