Labradoodle & Goldendoodle Forum
To say Finnegan is a Velcro doodle would be an understatement. He is always at my feet or I am within his line of sight. Others, who aren't owned by a doodle, may find it a little strange that we go around the house as if there was an invisible tether between us but I’ve adjusted to the extra appendage. It’s not that he’s timid or scared. He's loyal to a fault and believes this is the natural order of things. And, once a doodle gets something in his head, it’s darn hard to change it. You all know what I’m talking about. That’s why it was so alarming when I discovered him missing on Sunday morning while staying at my Mom’s apartment. It was her 9oth birthday weekend and she had lots of company. I went to make coffee and looked down. No Finney sitting at my feet. I called him to go for a walk. I set out his breakfast and called him. Nothing. I went back to check the bedroom. No Doodle. I headed to the bathroom. That’s always a signal for Finn to come running and scoot in before I shut the door. Nope. WTD??!
So where was he?
When Finn and I visit Grams, we always sit in her family room. She sits in her comfy lounge chair, and Finn and I relax on the couch. We watch movies or the news (the second is always a bad idea with my mom, but I digress). Finn knows the living room furniture is off limits to a doodle but Grams gave in long ago and made the grand gesture of letting him have the family room couch. The previous night, everyone ended up in the small family room watching March Madness. When Finn trotted into the room with me, there was no room for him on the couch. If a doodle can stare in disbelief, that would pretty much sum up his expression as his head moved from one end of the couch to the other. I think he was assessing his chances of jumping into someone, anyone’s, lap, completely blocking their vision, but he looked at me and I mouthed the word “flying doodle” which is the equivalent of “don’t’ even think about it”. Then he tried the “border collie” stare to send a strong message but everyone just laughed and no one moved. Finally he took up his spot on the floor, sighing ridiculously loudly every so often, just to remind us how unfairly he had been treated. So I guess it was no surprise that when he woke up on Sunday morning he went directly to the empty family room, by himself, and claimed his seat on the couch WITH his favorite pillow in tow– apparently for the day. And no way was he giving it up, even if his bladder burst. That, or he was really excited for the next round of March Madness.