Meeting The Humans

Here they come, the human pack. The two alphas, and their 3 pups. They all stare down at me, making soothing, sweet sounds. Act cool, small wags, be calm, and woo them with some licks. That's how you work it. Watch and learn puppies!

"Aaw, he's so mellow and soft. I think he likes us." Score! I see their pupils dilate, a surge of dopamine is released, and I am in Baby!

"Oh yes, his parents were both therapy dogs" adds the Breeder.

Nice, that was news to me too! Now they feel like I have an educated lineage. Well played Breeder man. He should use that line for the rest of the litter.

This breeder was part of the game plan. He made sure he only bred puppies with Poodle daddies. This way he removed the typical explanations for not adopting a dog. You know the ones, "Sorry, we're allergic to dogs" or "We can't handle fur around the house". Now he markets us as "hypoallergenic".

To add to this brilliance, the Poodle mix makes us less likely to have health issues and we live longer. We are a whole new generation of strength and endurance. Poodles are also some of the smartest dogs out there, so every Doodle is a type of brainiac. We are the Super Breed. A Bernese Mountain dog, for instance, only has a life expectancy of 8-9 years, but I, a "Bernedoodle" can live for12-18 years.

Do you see what's happening here? By eliminating people's "concerns"..ahem.. excuses, there will be more dogs in more homes across the world! And then, you know what's next...Doodle World Domination.

Doodle World Domination

A few wags of the tail, a couple of questions regarding feeding times, and I'm packed into a moving crate big enough to fit us all. That's all it takes, you just need to work on the cute factor and you're set.

"Adios Breeder, nice knowing you" I bark.

The Humans were smitten the whole way home. They took a pit stop to shower me with all kinds of material love and affection; chew toys, beds, bones, food, bowls, etc. Note to self, investigate those spray bottles further ...my powers of suspicion sense potential weapons in the mix. We, The Super Breed must be cautious at all times. Let them call it "curious".

We get home, they seem to be in a state of panic. They stick me in a crate located in a bigger crate, possibly a "Pen" and line the floor with soft white tissues. Those pads are just calling my name. They say things like "Over here handsome, you don't want me to be boring and white do you?".

Pee Pee Pad welcoming a puppy to pee

I happily oblige.