Time for A Presidential Poodle!

November 12th, 2008
BeauTash

Barack Obama has been elected to be the next President of the United States! And, as is a standard question for all newly elected Presidents with a lovely wife and children to share the White House with, Obama was asked what kind of puppy he was planning to get for the title of “First Dog.”

And yes, it’s going to have to be a dog, because 10-year old First Daughter Malia has allergies she can’t escape with a cat, but could easily avoid with just the right kind of dog. Plus, as Obama mentioned, the family is going to want a shelter puppy

“But obviously, a lot of shelter dogs are mutts like me,” said Obama, in an apparent self-depreciating reference to his mixed race heritage. “So whether we’re going to be able to balance those two things, I think, is a pressing issue on the Obama household.”

Yet a surprising number of shelter dogs are purebreds. We got our beloved giant mutant mountain poodle Beau (pictured at top) at our county’s animal shelter when he was 6 months old, and his pedigree was a whole lot more impressive than mine! A size-large standard poodle with your basic kennel cut would make a delightful First Dog!

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Rescue Poodle Birthday Bash

March 13th, 2008

This video comes via the PawsRescue channel at YouTube, and it follows a poodle mom and her nine 10-day old pups from their rescue to their first birthday bash. Looks like everyone found great homes!

How’d That High-Dollar Dog End Up Here?

October 4th, 2007

Poodle Rescue Stories

Beau&Tash

We purchased only one poodle puppy in our long career of being “Poodle People.” That was Kenya, our female black. The rest were rescues, and we’re currently on the list for more. How we managed to end up with these beautiful, dearly beloved dogs makes for some fantastic stories.

It was 1986 when Uncle Bob came into our life. A good friend was driving her contractor husband’s pickup truck toward town from Jacksonville Beach in a driving rainstorm one non-descript north Florida afternoon. In those days Beach Boulevard had entire stretches of undeveloped woodland in between intensive gated community housing and apartment complexes, strip malls and such. Just across the bridge over the Intracoastal Waterway the vehicles ahead were slamming on their brakes and sliding in the water, so she slowed way down while trying to catch a glimpse of what was causing the panic.

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