Do all Goldendoodles eat tomatoes and bananas? Our little Lucy does! She’s a tall dog and I forget that she can easily reach the counter tops. She peels the bananas and leaves the empty husks on the floor. She can eat a ton of tomatoes and just leave a few lonely seeds. Mozart, my other doodle, is calm, sweet and well-behaved until Lucy puts the food on the floor, then he becomes her partner in crime!
How did I know she’s guilty? That is a guilty face! Besides, I could see the 3 empty leaves on the floor and I could smell the bananas on her breath. I ran a sobriety test on her. She was 3 times over the legal limit. We’re not letting her near the car.
Her crime? DWISF. Driving while under the influence of stolen food. Verdict? Oh yeah, guilty as charged! Her sentence? She didn’t get one. She was caught after the fact so the evidence was circumstantial.
But Lucy is the most loving dog I’ve ever had. I forgive her for all her sins. Eating CD covers, produce, bread, cream cheese, and meat if she can get to it.
I’d made an extra hamburger one night for my two crazy goldendoodles. Lucy took the burger off the plate without rattling it. We didn’t hear a thing. She ate it all. Poor Mozart. He didn’t get any.
She’s also fond of little children, some adults and other dogs. In this case, size really doesn’t matter. She’s an equal opportunity lunger and growler. If a small child runs at her, well, it’s not a pretty sight. Other dogs are iffy. Tall dark men; it depends on the man. She would never bite anyone but that growl is pretty scary and I could do without the lunging part. Mozart, as always, is perfect. Most goldendoodles are well-behaved, but not Satan’s-Spawn, Devil-Dog and The Force-to-be-Reckoned-With.
She’ll be six in May. I keep telling her that she has to live forever. Steve, my husband, has never been so attached to a dog. One of the things I know for sure is that you have to love them as unconditionally as they love you and forgive them their sins – they really do not know what they do!
My job? Take really good care of them and hope they live a long life. Walk them, pet them, love them, kiss them, let them kiss me, let them eat stuff off of the counter tops, let them curl up with me at night, and don’t listen to anyone telling me that sleeping with my dogs exposes me to bubonic plague!
If they do steal food off the counter, well, I show clemency. I really do love my Goldendoodles!
