It was his birthday yesterday.He just turned 5.He was an amazing dog we had a 15 minute walk to this new grooming salon that opened near us.I’d taken him there to get his nails done before and we never had an issue so I didn’t think twice.15 mins into the grooming session I got a call that said my dog has collapsed when he tried to shave his back legs and for me to come immediately.I was so dumb I thought he fainted or something not dead but I decided to drive there.

Once I reached I saw a lifeless dog that I thought had just fainted the groomer didn’t let me hold him because he was doing cpr and pressing on his chest so I trusted him and didnt know if he was breathing or not.We drove to the first vet who didn’t have a vet then we drove to another one.They inspected him for a long time,I was crying the whole time there but because he was taking so long I thought they’re just doing surgery or something of that sort.

The doctor pulled me into a room and said the dog had suffered a heart attack and is dead.I couldn’t believe it.My dog had no health issues and he literally just got his teeth cleaned a month ago.He was in really good health.I was hysterical and then I went up to see my dogs lifeless body.I touched him and then I couldn’t cry anymore.He was dead and there was nothing I could do about it.He really enjoyed his walk to the groomers,I was getting annoyed because we were running late and this dog was sniffing and peeing the whole way.He was such a diva.

The grooming salons owner kept trying to speak to me and I just didn’t want to talk to them.Whats the point now?Would speaking to the owner bring my dog back?I didn’t want to ask anything.I just couldn’t be bothered it’s like my brain shut down.Im trying to only think of his happy moments with us now,I don’t want to sit and make theories and waste time and make myself sadder.The groomer was pressing on his chest the whole way.I couldn’t help but feel bad for him too.Grief is so weird,He was alive 3 hours ago.

Edit:The reason I didn’t want to talk to the grooming salon owner was because she kept trying to offer me grooming vouchers as compensation.I just didn’t know what to say and didnt even want to engage.

I just lost my mini poodle, Hana earlier today. She just turned 3 years old a few weeks ago and during her young life, she accompanied me on 20+ trips in the backcountry. Whether it was keeping watch on my canoe, chasing the mice away at camp or sharing my sleeping bag in the tent, we were inseparable.

But I failed her this morning. I parked my car on the far side of my street in front of my home and let go of her leash and told her to wait at the front door, which she does all the time. I unloaded my car, waited for an SUV to pass by before crossing when I saw my lifeless girl on the side of the street. She had run back to check on me and had gotten run over.

I rushed over but it was quite obvious that nothing could be done. I could only put my hand on her still warm body and cry out that I was so sorry. It was such a preventable incident and my lapse in judgement failed her. I'm still trying to process what happened and in total shock.

I'm so sorry, Hana. You were the best roommate, friend and outdoors partner I could ask for and yet I failed you. Please forgive me, my little girl.

I wanted to share this with you, as my aunt passed today and this is my favorite photo of her and the “love of her life”, Snert the toy poodle.

Snert, named after a character in the comic strip Hagar the Horrible, was a happy and distinguished gentleman who passed in 2001 at the age of 20. He is the reason I love poodles and now have a black standard named Nandor.

I have had my pup for 7 years since he was a 2 month old puppy. He has been with me through my college graduation, multiple apartment moves, heartbreaks, family trauma. We were supposed to move to New York City together from TX the first weekend of January. I was away at the beginning of December looking for our new home and starting my new job.

Literally on my first day I received the phone call from his daycare/boarding facility that he had been showing symptoms- very active and excited in the morning (he loved to jump around a lot), unproductive vomiting about 30 minutes after feeding.

In short, with the timeline described they did not reach out to me until 5 hours until the first symptoms were noticed. The owner even wanted to wait an additional hour after her meeting to look at him but the handler wanted him to see a vet sooner. All in all it was about 7 hours until he was operated on. The surgeon told me that when he opened him up, half of his stomach was fully necrotic and needed to be cut out in addition to his spleen. I thought that was the worst day of my life.

He came home from the first surgery, but needed to be rehospitalized about a day later bc of diarrhea and vomiting but was provided additional medication to help an inflamed GI. For about a week he seemed to be improving greatly, the sparkle in his eyes came back as well as his energy and appetite.

This past Saturday I noticed a dramatic shift in his behavior and recurrent green discharge from his eyes. He was increasingly more lethargic and did not want to eat. On 12/22 evening at 2 AM he woke me up and tried to vomit. I rushed him to the urgent care and we were transferred to a surgical specialist.

He needed another operation that removed more of his stomach and his small intestine. He was stable for about 36 hours then began showing signs of stomach leakage and needed to be put down Christmas morning. That was the worst day of my life. When i got the call I was hysterical and threw up twice.

This is my worst fear and every day I took measures to prevent this (I made him lay down for an hour every morning after breakfast before I dropped him off at daycare) and it happened while he was not in my care. I had signed for an apartment that was big enough for the two of us right next to the park.

I am not trying to get any of the handlers in trouble as I know they have a lot to keep up with on the day to day but the protocol needs to change and I plan to speak with the owner in person. I should have been called as soon as the first symptom was shown. I am not finding much on legal recourse and was wondering if anyone had any ideas, advice or past experience.

I’m too heartbroken to most likely do anything besides that conversation but was just curious. This is some of the worst emotional pain I have ever felt and wanted to share this mostly out of grief and warning. He was so beautiful and I miss him so much. We were supposed to start a new life in New York City together and now I will be alone in that apartment. He was the most beautiful dog I had ever laid eyes on and he was my soulmate.

Here's my spoo Polly, 9 months, comforting my daughter, 6 y/o, who currently has the flu. Polly has been such a great addition to our family, and our kids love her. I grew up with dogs, and I am so happy I am able to give my kids the experience of having a loving family dog. ❤️

Disclaimer: I didn’t know the Groomer would give him a strawberry, I actually didn’t know you could even give strawberries to dogs? But apparently, it’s a favorite for my Fitz!

I clipped him short for summer, the shortest he's ever been! I prefer even length, so I didn't leave any tufts. I think he looks handsome and sporty :)

We rescued Hank (previously "Hannibal") from our animal control just over three years ago. He was four and had been surrendered by a single mom with multiple kids who we think was overwhelmed by his size and upkeep. He showed up on my Facebook feed on a Friday afternoon and I immediately headed home from work to get my wife; she had seen the same post and was waiting on the front porch for me to pick her up.

He was a big boi - hadn't been groomed in seven months, according to his groomer. His first bath with me was at the car wash.

He immediately connected with me. Even though he was a big guy (90-100lbs at his biggest), he was a gentle giant. He loved to nap in the middle of the chaos of our household: the kitchen floor, right in the middle of the hallway at night, anywhere where we might have to stop and pet him. If he was upright and you tried to walk past him, he would block your way until you gave him sufficient pets. He loved butt scratches and would stand between my legs. He was gentle with us, but any person who came to the front door was greeted by his deep bark.

He started to not feel well a few weeks ago. In retrospect, I know we missed the signs of his kidneys beginning to fail. Last week he got a slight case of pneumonia and stopped eating, and was hospitalized for a few days this week. Our vet told they had done everything they could and referred us to an emergency vet in Salt Lake City; he and I drove down there at mach speed last night, only to be told that there was nothing that could be done and we should bring him home to help him pass. Our kids are all here with him today and will be with him at 1:30 when our vet tech friend comes to our house to help him over the bridge.

He was my best friend and I think I was his. He would wait by the garage door for me to return from work each day; he knew what time I would arrive. He loved his stuffed chickens and wore a chicken bandana. His favorite treat was a Little Debbie Oatmeal Cream Pie, and he and I would break one in half and share it.

He will leave a hole in my family's hearts that will not be filled any time soon.

He never learned to catch a treat in his mouth, so when you give your dogs a treat today in his honor, make sure you let them take it gently from your hand, then scratch them behind their ears.

I love you buddy, I will find you.

He’s my everything. He’s really ill but stable. He’s so painful to witness him in pain. Please send him some love and prayers

(Before anyone yells at me, experienced dog owner here. Owned dogs all my life, we’ve had big dogs, small dogs, quiet dogs, yappy dogs, dogs who chew and dogs who jump fences for giggles. Everything from a chihuahua to a husky to a retired racing greyhound. Our family has never rehomed one, they’ve always been life long pets no matter what. So I felt pretty confident that I could handle almost anything thrown my way.)

That being said, two days ago I was browsing the internet because I was worried about my mom and her dog. He’s really getting up in age and not doing well, and my mom loves this dog. And this dog only loves her and barely tolerates everyone else. 🤣 He’s also been with her thru some real hardships, and I know all pet loss is hard but when you’ve had an animal be your companion when you’re in the trenches of life, it’s especially rough. So I was looking for a dog not to replace him, but to maybe help ease the transition when the time comes.

I’m brainstorming about what kind of dog to get her, how big or what breed, when it dawns on me: standard poodle. I dogsit two spoos for my neighbor, and I adore those dogs. Total cuddle bugs. I also remembered how my neighbor said they’re incredibly intuitive and empathetic critters, which is ideally what I wanted for my mom. But I couldn’t get the idea out of my head, look for a standard poodle and specifically, look for a black poodle. I can’t explain why this thought was so urgent and overwhelming, but it was like someone was yelling this in my ear at the top of their lungs.

I went to Craigslist on a whim, and what do you know… there’s a guy rehoming a black standard poodle two hours from me, up the road. We’re in a midsized southern city, not exactly a plethora of diverse breeders or breed specific rescues around. I took it as a sign, hopped in my car immediately to go see her. Fell in love upon meeting her, and decided yeah, this is fate. (I also didn’t want her to fall into the hands of a backyard breeder as she’s not spayed- and yes I plan to get her fixed.) Even more incredibly, the entire family loved her instantly on sight when I brought her home.

She’s the biggest couch potato. All she wants to do is be next to you with a blanket and cuddle, and I am just amazed at this dog’s personality. And this isn’t the first time I’ve had this happen… same thing with my German shepherd. I had this overwhelming draw to his petfinder ad, and I just knew I needed that dog. He ended up being perfect, and is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a “soul dog.”

Anywho, thought y’all might enjoy this strange and serendipitous tale of becoming a spoo owner. 😆 But if you find yourself in a position where for some unknown reason a voice keeps yelling at you about a particular dog, and you can’t explain why nor can you get the voice to shut up… pause and listen. I don’t know if it was fate or the universe or if I was possessed by a benevolent dog loving demon hellbent on seeing this cutie go to a good home, but something intervened. The animal distribution system works in mysterious ways. 😂

Original post on FB with context

From the Kennel;

" She is NOT for sale She stays!
I can not do more puppies like this!
This is not hereditary

Here is the red father (Lammåsens Paw Patrol Rubble) and the black mum (Pawpalett Koskenkorva is piebald carrier) of our Pawpalett Kaffe Karlsson FCI number in Sweden SE25418/2026
She has no Merle because both parents are DNA tested.
Her black fur, her red fur and her blood has the same DNA so she shall not be a Chimera.
But a apricot mismarked with black somatic mutation "

Some comments in the original post also speculated in her colours fading in the future as she matures, and maybe she will end up looking like she is one solid colour as an adult.

I just figured this was a super cool colouration, and I am happy the kennel is taking a stance on it not being merle and also not being able to be replicated. As well as not selling her (so we are sure nobody try to breed her for future puppies).

Hi! New here. I adopted a 1 year old mini poodle. He is an absolute dream I couldn’t be more in love with him. Every time I take him out though people ask me what type of doodle he is and I was told by the previous owners he was a poodle, but they provided no documentation from the “breeder” and because so many people ask I’m curious what you all think? I’m considering doing DNA testing because the doodle association is starting to bother me lol! I hope this doesn’t break the no doodle rules as I was told he’s poodle, was just curious what fellow poodle owners think.

Our 6 month old puppy broke his jaw and has been muzzled 24/7 since mid-November and will continue to be so until the end of December. He smells terrible. Beyond awful. We cannot brush his teeth or give him dental sticks or anything like that. Every mint or dental dog anything that I’ve found looks like a long stick or chewy. While he can chew up some soft things, he definitely can’t chomp on dental sticks. I am seeking advice on how I can make his breath more tolerable for the next 2ish weeks. He can sort of chew soft treats, but anything really chewy or hard is out. It’s unbearable.

Does your poodle dance?

“Poodle with Bow, on Table” taken in 1850’s