May 21, 2005 — The Driveway
Chewy was an accidental labradoodle. Love child of a lab and a poodle who were left to do their own thing. That made him, in breederspeak, an F-1.
That means that in a litter, there is an even chance of the offspring having fur from the lab, wiry hair from the poodle, or fleecy hair from the poodle’s line. Chewy had fleecy hair. The best.
Fur sheds and with it comes dander and many people are allergic to dander.
Hair doesn’t shed — it just keeps growing and growing and growing. No shedding means less dander in the air,* but it also requires regular haircuts. This is the boy overdue for a haircut.
It was a mild late May and threatening to get warm. The thick black hair reaches out and grabs the heat and holds it. We’d been putting off the first summer haircut due to the excessive cuteness factor** and the fact that it hadn’t gotten too warm. Yet. But the weather forecast showed a warming trend. This photo was taken just before a buzzcut.
(To be continued…)
(Canon 20D; Canon EF-S 17–85mm f/4–5.6 IS USM. Editing in Adobe Photoshop.)
*This is why labradoodles were originally bred in Australia — to be trained as guide dogs and assistance dogs for people with allergies.
**This was one reason why he was the poster boy for labradoodles in our area. That and his gentle friendliness. In 2005, very few people had even heard of labradoodles, let alone seen one. I don’t know how many times we heard “Gotta get one” after a conversation on a walking trail.