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Well, here it is almost a week later. Henry's still doing ok. I can't say he's the same Henry he was before that episode. But he's drinking, eating, walking around normal. Even barking when someone comes in the door. He just looks a little less energetic than he used to. He'll use the foot stool to get down from the bed but won't use it to get up like he used to. We really thought it was the end last week when all he did was lay down and struggle to breath. Now he's fine. The vet said it could happen again and he might not recover next time. We'll see. In the meantime he's getting all the love and attention he wants.
 
My Boi Judah after swimming and chilling in the pool. We wrap him up like this and he almost won't move for at least 30 minutes. He just sits on one of the lounge chairs and looks stoned af. That is one of our Ram towels btw.

He's a Goldendoodle. English Golden (the white ones) and Standard Poodle. His mom was the pup of that exact pairing... then the breeder breed her with a 100% small poodle to reduce his size (he's 40 pounds) and provide a little more poodle. He's what's known as an F1B. Most don't realize that doodles get diluted if breed after that. If you're ever going to get a doodle... never get anything aother than an F1B. Those are the only ones guaranteed not to shed and have the perfect blend of the 2 breeds.

He's 9 now, but you would think he's very young.



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Yep, Doodles are very fun dogs. My doodle, Fane, is fifty-fifty when it comes to black Lab and (I think large breed, don't quote me on it?) poodle. No other part of him is another breed; we found out after a DNA test. (I think he sheds a bit, too, but not so much that people like my dad and sister are allergic to, so I'm not sure if he's F1B or not, but he's definitely pure Doodle.) He's about seventy-five/eighty pounds as well, so he's a really big and excitable dog who loves people, other dogs, and even cats. He is both happy to interact with Destiny and terrified to interact with her after she swatted his nose good.

She hates it, obviously (she's definitely the type to be an only pet...only the poor girl was stuck with Fane and three other cats, all at various points of her life, haha). She's a very smart cat, though, since she will taunt Fane when he's in his kennel to sleep or other reasons, and will come out and gladly demand attention at night or whenever other time he's in the kennel.

But yeah, Doodles are amazing dogs, and Judah is a very good boy. :D

Well, here it is almost a week later. Henry's still doing ok. I can't say he's the same Henry he was before that episode. But he's drinking, eating, walking around normal. Even barking when someone comes in the door. He just looks a little less energetic than he used to. He'll use the foot stool to get down from the bed but won't use it to get up like he used to. We really thought it was the end last week when all he did was lay down and struggle to breath. Now he's fine. The vet said it could happen again and he might not recover next time. We'll see. In the meantime he's getting all the love and attention he wants.

Hope Henry keeps doing okay. Whatever happens, keep us updated, Snacks; we care about the pets of our fellow forumgoers, and you're never alone.
 
Yep, Doodles are very fun dogs. My doodle, Fane, is fifty-fifty when it comes to black Lab and (I think large breed, don't quote me on it?) poodle. No other part of him is another breed; we found out after a DNA test. (I think he sheds a bit, too, but not so much that people like my dad and sister are allergic to, so I'm not sure if he's F1B or not, but he's definitely pure Doodle.) He's about seventy-five/eighty pounds as well, so he's a really big and excitable dog who loves people, other dogs, and even cats. He is both happy to interact with Destiny and terrified to interact with her after she swatted his nose good.

She hates it, obviously (she's definitely the type to be an only pet...only the poor girl was stuck with Fane and three other cats, all at various points of her life, haha). She's a very smart cat, though, since she will taunt Fane when he's in his kennel to sleep or other reasons, and will come out and gladly demand attention at night or whenever other time he's in the kennel.

But yeah, Doodles are amazing dogs, and Judah is a very good boy. :D


If I remember correctly, yours is what's called an F1. Offspring of one pure dog breed with a pure poodle. That is what Judah's mother was. Then they breed an F1 with another pure poodle. That causes more of the poodle traits to be dominant and passed on to the pups. Especially the zero shedding part. Any combo other than an F1B is a total crap shoot with what genes become the dominant ones.

F1Bs are obviously not as easily available though. We had to wait almost 2 years in line from our breeder.

Not sure how old yours is, but all doodles and poodles are difficult for their first 2 years. They read humans better than humans can read humans. Their intelligence can be maddening and almost scary at times. After 2 years old, if trained and properly maintained... I cannot think of a more obedient and sensitive dog. Our grandson is a wild man and rough with his dog and Judah. Judah would literary let our grandson beat him to death without doing anything at all. Somehow our grandson (like 1.5 yrs old) completely understands this about Judah. Because of it, our grandson will literally hug Judah's neck and love on him with total tenderness. Our grandson will only smack the shit out of his own dog like she's his annoying sister. It's wild.

We have been able to share Judah's kindness with others through the years. Our dog trainer told us years ago that he should have been used as a service animal because of his traits (apparently they are rare when they reach his level of kindness) and that we were extremely lucky to have him. Since then, we've taken him to several assisted living facilities close to our home to spread some of his love around. The older people turn into mush just like our grandson does. It's an amazing reaction to see time after time. It's like some magic spell he has. Somehow, even when he was a wild puppy, he would change his entire demeanor around old people and children. It was very weird to see happen because it is so obvious and dramatic.

My wife also discovered accidentally that he had a special effect on autistic children who cannot allow others to touch their heads. That's a problem for many of those with autism. Because of that problem, many of those children cannot get their hair cut. My wife has her own hair salon. Strangely, she has 3 or 4 clients with children who suffer from that exact problem. So she told one of them to bring in her daughter and see what happened if she had Judah sitting with her... maybe it would allow her to get her first ever haircut in her life. It worked like some kind of super magic spell that had the mother crying her eyes out while the daughter completely enjoyed my wife cutting her hair and rubbing her entire head. Like a miracle really. It worked on the other clients' children too. Judah also seems to completely understand them somehow and really gets something out of the whole experience as well. So we definitely share him with people when we can.
 
My Boi Judah after swimming and chilling in the pool. We wrap him up like this and he almost won't move for at least 30 minutes. He just sits on one of the lounge chairs and looks stoned af. That is one of our Ram towels btw.

He's a Goldendoodle. English Golden (the white ones) and Standard Poodle. His mom was the pup of that exact pairing... then the breeder breed her with a 100% small poodle to reduce his size (he's 40 pounds) and provide a little more poodle. He's what's known as an F1B. Most don't realize that doodles get diluted if breed after that. If you're ever going to get a doodle... never get anything aother than an F1B. Those are the only ones guaranteed not to shed and have the perfect blend of the 2 breeds.

He's 9 now, but you would think he's very young.



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Hey Judah. Don’t let that MFer step on yuh. :laugh4:
 
He’s an absolute beauty……but being English he will not be happy with your spelling of Mum and quite frankly neither am I.
So do young Brits call their mom’s Mummy? Seems odd and quite frankly, a little ghoulish. :hiding:
 
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If I remember correctly, yours is what's called an F1. Offspring of one pure dog breed with a pure poodle. That is what Judah's mother was. Then they breed an F1 with another pure poodle. That causes more of the poodle traits to be dominant and passed on to the pups. Especially the zero shedding part. Any combo other than an F1B is a total crap shoot with what genes become the dominant ones.

F1Bs are obviously not as easily available though. We had to wait almost 2 years in line from our breeder.

Not sure how old yours is, but all doodles and poodles are difficult for their first 2 years. They read humans better than humans can read humans. Their intelligence can be maddening and almost scary at times. After 2 years old, if trained and properly maintained... I cannot think of a more obedient and sensitive dog. Our grandson is a wild man and rough with his dog and Judah. Judah would literary let our grandson beat him to death without doing anything at all. Somehow our grandson (like 1.5 yrs old) completely understands this about Judah. Because of it, our grandson will literally hug Judah's neck and love on him with total tenderness. Our grandson will only smack the shit out of his own dog like she's his annoying sister. It's wild.

We have been able to share Judah's kindness with others through the years. Our dog trainer told us years ago that he should have been used as a service animal because of his traits (apparently they are rare when they reach his level of kindness) and that we were extremely lucky to have him. Since then, we've taken him to several assisted living facilities close to our home to spread some of his love around. The older people turn into mush just like our grandson does. It's an amazing reaction to see time after time. It's like some magic spell he has. Somehow, even when he was a wild puppy, he would change his entire demeanor around old people and children. It was very weird to see happen because it is so obvious and dramatic.

My wife also discovered accidentally that he had a special effect on autistic children who cannot allow others to touch their heads. That's a problem for many of those with autism. Because of that problem, many of those children cannot get their hair cut. My wife has her own hair salon. Strangely, she has 3 or 4 clients with children who suffer from that exact problem. So she told one of them to bring in her daughter and see what happened if she had Judah sitting with her... maybe it would allow her to get her first ever haircut in her life. It worked like some kind of super magic spell that had the mother crying her eyes out while the daughter completely enjoyed my wife cutting her hair and rubbing her entire head. Like a miracle really. It worked on the other clients' children too. Judah also seems to completely understand them somehow and really gets something out of the whole experience as well. So we definitely share him with people when we can.

Fair enough. Fane's probably more lab than poodle, but he also doesn't shed a lot of fur. He's around five years old, as he was a foster puppy in 2021. Absolutely loves to go with my mom to new places, and he's amazingly gentle with younger children like my baby nephew (who will have his first birthday in late October) and people in wheelchairs like me (still a fair bit rambunctious and was a handful in his first two or three years; that's why he failed out of the therapy program he was bred for. They mostly did Labs, tried Doodles, and while he stayed the longest in the program out of his litter (biggest and smartest of his litter, too), he still failed because he was way too impulsive.). Foster fail? Yeah, but I'm happy about it; I don't think the family would've given him up; even my dad and sister, who are normally very allergic to dogs, have no issues with him, so they can play with him (and he really wants to just work. He'd make a great touch-therapy dog, but he's so excited to meet new people that regular therapy, I don't think would work with him.

As far as Judah having that effect on autistic children, that's the Golden in him. I had a Golden named Granger, my very first friend as a three-year-old autistic toddler. Super gentle, super friendly, super loyal, that was Granger in a nutshell. He wasn't the smartest dog (he'd eat anything he could get, even if he knew it wasn't good for him. Not because hungry because my grandparents - who housed him because my dad was deathly allergic to Granger - but just because it looked good to him. Although fate knows why he'd eat a damn empty plastic bag.), but damn if I adored him and tried to see him every time I could because he was one of the few beings who just...got me, you know? Who could bring me out of my own headspace and into the actual world.

So, yeah, you've got a special pooch, George.

Ok. Too everyone who thinks they have the best dog, I have one thing to say. You're not wrong.

Every dog is the best dog. Same with cats; every cat is the best cat.

Except Tigger, my grandparents' old cat; she fucking hated everyone and everything, including my mom and aunts, and especially us kids, and she would not hesitate to scratch us just because she wanted to. I really don't know if this should be in blue font or not.
 
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I honestly don't know why the fuck she was named "Tigger". She wasn't ginger at all (brown tabby with black tabby markings, like any other tabby), and she sure as fuck wasn't the happy-go-lucky character she shared a name with.

Meanest pet I think I've ever seen in my life, and I've been bitten by an ornery cat at a no-kill animal shelter in Utah when I was fifteen, and a larger dog of a random woman I met outside of the Clayton coffeehouse and creperie - which is a fucking awesome place to eat at, by the way - who said he hated children and he bit me when I was eighteen and almost nineteen. If my mom and her sisters - my mom (who is great with animals), her younger sister (who is also great with animals), and her older sister (who is literally the premier crazy cat lady of our entire family) - got scratched and bitten by Tigger numerous times when she was in a relaxed pose and then went crazy as shit on them (and they were older adults at the time) and thought she fucking hated everyone but my grandparents (whom she was still distant from, and she didn't even have the excuse of being adopted after abuse; she was just fucking mean as hell or the hellhounds in hell) - then that means that that cat was absolutely a fucking asshole.

I've seen a lot of dogs and cats, and a lot with behavioral issues (namely, other dogs and other cats), and I've gotten along with almost all of them swimmingly, especially in a controlled, safe environment for them. I don't like to say this of any other dog, cat, or whatever pet animal, and I don't like to call pets "assholes" but Tigger was absolutely the meanest asshole bitch of a pet that I've ever encountered in all of my thirty-five years of life.