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to dog or not to dog

Oooooh.. dilemma.. I just got offered a dog..

A cross between a poodle and a labrador (Lord alone knows what it looks like).. so tempting.. have really wanted a dog for a while now..

But so impractical. Maybe it could be a boilerdog and come hang out in London too.. hmmm... who knows..

Alll wisdom gratefully received..

Comments

jonah said…
Hey Jude!

a few questions about the dog:

1. How old is the dog?
2. Has the dog been obedience trained?
3. How much time a week will you be able to devote to the dog?
4. How are you going to get the dog to the BR?

A dog that is a mix between a lab and a poodle is not a loner. It will need constant company and attention. The max that you'll be able to leave the dog alone is 6-8 hours every other day, and that is if the dog has been obedience trained properly.

I would say that if the dog is older than a year, has not been obedience trained and you can't spend 5-8 hours a week in exclusive dogtime then don't do it. If you are going to be away 6-8 hours every day, when you get home that dog will be majorly wound up, will have probably gotten in to the trash and probably ruined a cushion or two (plus a little present or two).

The dog definitely won't be able to stay at the BR on it's own. This'll be a mid to high maintenance dog. Poodles are people dogs and need to be around people all the time. They are also extremely intelligent. That means they get into trouble if they are not trained properly. Labs are people dogs that aren't particularly intelligent, but they need a lot of exercise.

Don't wanna rain on your parade, but I think this specific dog might make your life more complicated than you need.

You need a loner dog that won't mind being at home all day by himself (yes, you will definitely need a male dog) and will need little exercise. A big, heavy dog would be up your alley. They are less people oriented and more territorial. Plus it'll keep your house safe while your in the city!

Hope that is helpful.
jude said…
Jonah.. thank you.. you are a star.. totally what I needed (though maybe not what I wanted to hear!).. how are you guys.. you a daddy yet? Will check your blog.. ooh. it appears not.. bless you lots. Love to Heather too
tim said…
jude jude jude juddddeeee..........

labradoodles are mental and massive!!! like big sheep, but you can't eat them. i know some people who have one, their friends secretly refer to it as "it" and "the thing"!!!! the choice as they say ....is yours!!!
Linda-Joy said…
yeah - boiler dog!
Kate John said…
A LABRADOODLE????
ok that HAS to be gay.
Gay dogs, in my experience, whinge a lot but are fine left alone as long as you leave them with some clothes to dress up in... ok that MIGHT be just mine...
Anonymous said…
don't be silly...its not gonna work
Chris said…
They are the funniest dogs!! They're labradors with poodle fur (or wool??!)

I love them... get it!!

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