So, I feel like I should talk about Bear for a second. I am not a dog person. I would have 21 cats if my family would let me and not worry about my mental health. Cats are not just cats for me. There is a real reason for cat-love. When I was a child I had my room and I had my cat, Pokey. When I was having serious saddness that I couldn’t understand I’d lay my face onto Pokey’s belly and feel the vibration of her happy purr. It calmed me in a way that I couldn’t do for myself. Like the best lovie in the world, Pokey gave me a gift with her presence.
Pokey saved me.
If you’re not a cat person you may not get it. If you are a cat person than you totally get it. Brent teases that I am part cat in my need to wander away for some quiet time in a cozy, soft space and when I’ve reached my limit I hiss and say no more. All this to say that when you want to give your kids everything that they want and need to shape them and make them clever, little things you put your own feelings aside re dogs. Greta wanted a dog and I started a dog search.
I love researching anything and when I get it in my head that life will be transformed by some, one thing, I will go after it until I have it in my hot, little hands. Kinda what happened with Bear. Originally I wanted to adopt an older dog and searched and emailed and inquired. I could not find a match. I wanted a large dog that likes kids and cats and an active home. I searched across the country and at shelters to no avail. I then started doing research on dogs that were large, gentle breeds. Finding these creature were not easy and one search led to another until I stubbled upon the doodle. And when you fine a live animal that looks like a stuffed animal, your heart leaps. Or at least mine did.
I found a breeder in VA about 4 hours away with the name…..Pride and Prejudoodles. Well, as an English major, this was a sign. Jane Austen anything and it’s a sign. I went through the list of available puppies and of course there was only ONE. MALE. RED. CURLY. left, which is the doodle that I would want if I wanted a doodle. And when you believe in signs and that God answers prayer by opening and closing doors, then you decide that you must adopt this last, red, curly, male doodle.
It happened very quickly and before I knew it the breeder was asking for his name. It was between Bear and Cookie and Brent shot down the later.
I have to say though, this breeder, Pride and Prejudoodles was not only legit, but amazing. They posted three, beautiful shots like this each week and a video of the puppies in their littler. Each puppy had a different colored bandana so you knew which was was yours. Bear was the emerald green bandana. The owners were so responsive to all my questions and continually check in on Bear. One of their trainers dropped him off free of charge. They breed labradoodles, goldendoodles and double doodles. Bear is a labradoodle. Any dog from a breeder is not cheap, but a good breeder makes all the difference.
Let the cuteness begin…
And my favorite part…..the bear paw.
So, the puppy stage is no joke. It feels like I just had twin babies. In fact, I would prefer twin babies on some days. We are getting there with the help of a good trainer.
I would totally recommend doodles because they are the cutest dog I’ve ever seen and our breeder’s purpose to to breed loveable, family dogs with friendly and calm pups. I am hopeful that Bear will be a good family member. It also helps that he looks like a big, fluffy cat.