So, I purchased a puppy some time back in December. . I bought the Chew when he was only 11 pounds. He is a "designer hybrid" GoldenDoodle, half golden retriever, half poodle. Once when we were at a dog park in Winthrop, some older man with a golden retriever asked me about my dog's breed, so I told him exactly that of a GoldenDoodle. He responded condescendingly "he's just a mutt, then!" I replied "you're just a mutt." But, the man was correct; Chewie is just a mutt... but he is my mutt. I know I overpaid for him, and I know I brought him home for the wrong reason(an ex). Everything about the selection--from his eventual size(65-90 pounds), to the demands a puppy has, demands that its owner must meet--was wrong and a bad move at the time I made it. I simply do not care. Damn em all. I will hit the road with my mutt and never look back. Chewie is number 2 on my hierarchy of importance, maybe even number 1B. He and I have a pretty decent thing going. I feed him and ensure his belly gets scratched. In return, he provides stability and some kind of schedule I must adhere to because he relies on me.
