Our beautiful Honey has a date with Felix.
He is a handsome poodle, a tad smaller than his leggy, blonde date. If they have a love match, pups will be due mid September, and will be small to medium sized F1 Goldendoodles.
He seems to be a friendly, young man who loves his mama. I was alone with him for a bit while his owner was checking on something and he was happy to have me pet and talk to him, but his eyes never left the direction where she walked away to. I’d say he has a loyal soul.
Honey adores my husband, she is a loyal pet too. But she is also constantly starving for affection from anywhere she can find it. She is a dog who has never met a stranger.
Felix was sweet and appreciative for attention, but I could tell he was glad when his mom returned. He was a gentle guy, not hyper or jumpy. Honey is the alpha at our house, but is pretty laid back and is a good listener, not hyper at all, either.
I think the combo of these two will make some pretty nice babies.
Speaking of good looking pups, these two are from past litters he sired.
We should be counting on reds and red with white, like these beauties. Oh my, how will I ever part with them???
Honey’s daughter, Sugar is also in heat.
I am debating whether to have her bred too. Her babies would come about a week later than Honey’s. Which cuts too far into my rule about not having pups during chilly weather, so I am not sure if I will follow through with her or not.
We have an excellent set up for fair weather pups, not having them go to their new homes until November is a little more challenging for me.
Breeding Honey this late in the year is already a stretch for me. But the thought of being knee deep in furry, little cuddlers is worth the extra trouble. My son, and dear buddy, Ryan, has recently passed away. I can’t imagine ever recovering from his death, but if anything could help my heart, it would be having a litter of puppies to devote myself to.
Ryan loved our pups too. He and I would linger over them after feeding them dinner, and would hold them on our laps while we watched TV together in the evenings. Ryan would tell me goodnight and leave to go to his apartment on the side of our home. Later, I would go check on pups and would find him still playing with them, not up in his place at all.
It won’t be easy to have puppies without him around to share the joy (and work) of raising them. But it might be just what I need.