Toys.

My Dad just bought all new furniture and he is freaked out about me chewing everything. So he bought me a lot of toys to chew on. Here I am chewing one of them with an eye on that camera!

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Letting it all hang out…

OK, I admit it. I like to sleep! But is that any reason to take pictures of me in this compromising position???

More embarrasing photos after the fold. Thanks, Dad!

The Vet x 2

I went in to see my vet the day after my Dad picked me up. While we were waiting in the waiting room, a doctor came in to talk to the receptionist and he looked at me and asked my Dad “Is that a labradoodle?” My Dad said that I was and the doctor said “Good looking dog.” I know.

The vet that I saw that day was a very nice woman. She pet me a lot and kissed me, but then she kind of felt me up! She checked my ears and took my temperature (we won’t talk about that). Then she whipped out these needles and gave me some shots! But when she stuck me with those needles I didn’t whine or cry or do anything. The vet told my Dad she thought I had a really good temperament and she was surprised and happy I didn’t get upset at getting shots. Then the groomer came in and clipped my nails and I was all done! Yeah!

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My name.

People are curious about how my Dad picked my name. If you are too, find out the answer below the fold.

Coming Home

Sorry for the late post. My Dad has been very busy between moving to Dallas and potty training me!

Dad picked me up on Wednesday, June 4, after a five hour, 270 mile drive from Dallas. He was very tired because the movers brought all of his stuff from New York City on Tuesday afternoon and he spent most of the afternoon and evening unpacking and putting stuff away so that his apartment would be mostly clear by the time I arrived.

I wasn’t very interested in him when I first met him. I was too busy chewing on a toy. But I warmed up to him after a few minutes.

Then he picked me up and put me in a cage in his car. He calls it a “crate.” It’s a cage. Just look at this picture of me in this cage in his car!

The drive was uneventful. After whining about being in the cage for about 10 minutes, I fell asleep. Two hours later my Dad rudely woke me up! He had pulled over on the side of the road and put a “puppy pad” down on the ground and asked me to pee on it. That was actually nice because I really had to go. Of course, to punish him I saved a little bit and peed on him after he picked me up off the pad. Then I fell asleep again all the way back to Dallas!

The scalpel is coming!

Oh oh. I’m going to be neutered and microchipped this coming Thursday. I wonder if my Dad will have the doctor put these in?

New Pictures!!!

My breeder, Suzan, sent my Dad new pictures of me today.

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Hello world!

Hi. My name is Hudson, and I’m a labradoodle. I was born on April 9, 2008. I am one month old today!!! I will soon be going to my forever home – my adoptive Dad put a deposit down on me yesterday after an extensive search for the right puppy. He’s coming to get me the first week in June and we’re going to live in Dallas! The header picture for this blog is the Dallas skyline, although eventually that header will have images of me.

I’m going to try to chronicle my life and times via this blog. We’ll see how well I do. The next four months are going to be pretty exciting – I’m going to learn how to do all kinds of things, though I think the first thing I have to learn how to do is not go potty in my Dad’s house (unless I’m mad at him – just kidding).

Please drop by from time to time and see how I’m doing! By the way, that puppy in the picture is me! Yeah, I’m cute.