Yeah, she was a brittany. And of course it could have been bad breeding. Since she was a rescue, we know nothing about her bloodline.
What we do know, however, is that some monster mistreated her horribly. She carried birdshot in one of her legs and rump, she had burn scars on her face that were about the size a lit cigarette would make, and the sight of a man wearing cowboy boots would make her cringe in terror. When we got her, she was afraid of wooden spoons, yardsticks, hammers, rolled up newspapers, flashlights--anything long that could be used as a weapon.
I have a cold, abiding anger for her original owner. It's a good thing I don't know who he is.