Labradoodle & Goldendoodle Forum
When I retired a couple of years ago, I decided it was time to fulfill a life-long desire to get a dog. My previous experience with dogs consisted mostly of wonderful child-hood memories of ranch dogs in Montana–loveable, smart, working dogs. If those dogs had any issues with food, fleas, ticks, illnesses or grooming, I’d certainly never heard about them.
It didn’t take too long (okay, several weeks of poring over pictures and descriptions) to settle on either a goldendoodle or labradoodle. Medium sized, so I’d be able to lift it, if necessary. I had part of the back yard fenced, and started looking for MY puppy.
By this time I’d realized that you have to BUY a dog. Even from the Humane Society. Even if you’ve just paid for a fence. There would be no-cardboard-box-full of wriggling little goldendoodles or labradoodles on the corner by the grocery store, advertised by a crookedly printed sign saying ‘Free Puppies.’ I started checking out puppies from local and even national breeders. It took a while for the sticker shock to wear off. But–I’m retired, and don’t need to take a vacation every single year, do I?
Traveler came home on Christmas eve, 2009. MY puppy! I was completely enchanted! He was adorable, raised in the house by a Good Breeder, well-socialized with people and other animals, health-tested, neutered, chocolate, fuzzy, playful, quizzical–MY puppy! Oh, I’d fallen hopelessly in love and have been ever since!
One of the items on the Breeder’s list of essentials was a slicker brush. I stood in the pet store with my already-filled shopping cart, and inspected this item. WTD!? It sure didn’t look like any brush I’d ever seen. But I tossed it in the cart, along with the one I REALLY liked, a cute little soft-bristle brush. Is the road to hell paved with cute things?
A few weeks later I was showing off the pup to my daughter and a friend. I mentioned that I’d found a couple of fleas on him, but had gotten a flea collar right away. Instead of the praise I’d expected for getting right on this situation, they both started talking and gesturing at the same time–WTD!? I needed the front of a what...? Off we went to the vet to get our Frontline (more sticker shock), and the flea collar went into the vacuum cleaner. Do NOT go online to read about the life cycle of fleas–not if you ever expect to sleep again without feeling creepy-crawlies all over you.
There’s no way I can bathe Trav at home, not with a tub/shower combo that has a sliding glass door. I took him to a local pet-grooming shop, and the nice lady said to come back for him in four hours. Say WHAT!? He wasn’t THAT dirty! Four hours later I had clean pup, who looked like he’d been electrocuted. His fur was standing straight up all over his body, his nose was shaved and there was what I can only describe as a target on his rear end. Thus did I learn the term ‘sanitary clip.’
In the meantime, the cute little brush seemed to be missing some spots. In fact, it seemed to be missing a whole bunch of spots. There was a trip to the groomer for consultation, and for the first time it really registered: many dogs have to be shaved because they are matted. Shaved!? Like a new-born mouse!? I blew the dust off the slicker brush, got Cowboy Magic, a dematting tool, several other tools, sprays and liquids, and spent many not-so-happy hours trying to play catchup. This could also be called prolonging the inevitable. About this time I also found DoodleKisses. Yeah! What a perfect place for me and the dawg!
Yesterday...ah, yesterday...Traveler got trimmed. Pretty much shaved. It would have been just too painful for him if I’d tried to keep on combing out the skin-tight matts. Wow! He really has a loooong poodle muzzle! And such fragile-looking, skinny legs! And he still has matts. Not many, but around his ankles (do dogs even have ankles?), a couple along the edges of his ears, etc. I’m sure I can deal with those. After all, I have practically every grooming thing known to dogdom now. Except clippers. And those will no doubt be added to the basket before too long. And I’ll bathe him myself from now on, at one of the local you-do-it-yourself places.
Traveler. He’s my Soul-Dood. My beautiful, cheerful, smart, funny, beloved, now-naked companion. How did I ever get along without him!!?? And, in spite of it all, he still loves me. :)
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