Facts & Information regarding the Goldendoodle breed of dog
Please scroll to the end of this box to understand how important it is to be
making the right decision by getting a dog!
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Filial???
 | | What is an F1 or an F2??? F1, F2 ? F= Filial. This does NOT mean the animals are inbred nor linebred, it is a generation | | | description. “In genetics, the first and second filial generations. F1 represents the offspring of two unlike individuals; F2
represents the offspring of two individuals of the F1 generation” (F1, F2 2009). In certain pairings these Filial can mean that the
animals are inbred or line bred however in Goldendoodle breeding we utilize the F1 & F1b & F2 as a way to determine the
amount of poodle and Golden within each new offspring based on the breeding pair. At Golden Beauties. . . Driven to Doodles
we do not in-breed our dogs, we also have not line-bred them!
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GD Sizes
| | What sizes are goldendoodles? There are Mini, Medium and Standard, every breeder is going to have different exact sizes to their | | | doodles due to the breeding dog selection they have to choose from; our Mediums are approx 30-45# full grown, males will be
slightly larger than females. Our Mini's range from 20-30#; our Standards are 45# ++ but typically not over 70#.
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Size Scheme Adopted from GANA:
Petite range: Height: below 14 inches, typically 25 lbs. or less
Miniature range: Height: over 14 but under 17 inches (35cm to 42cm) at wither, typically 26-35 lbs.
Medium range: Height: over 17 but under 21 inches (43cm to 52cm) at wither, typically 36-50 lbs.
Standard range: Height: over 21 inches (53cm to 63cm) at wither, typically 51 or more lbs.
Final size category of a dog will be determined at adulthood and is measured at the withers. Please be aware that the estimated size of a
puppy by a breeder is an educated guess. Therefore, a puppy's final size may vary somewhat from a breeder's initial calculation.
GANA
| | What is GANA? GANA is the Goldendoodle Association of North America, they are our Parent club who help us breeders by | | | instilling laws and rules that member breeders must abide by, these laws and rules ensure that member breeders are breeding
quality dogs. GANA looks out for the best interest of the breed, by requiring all member breeders to test their breeding stock
accordingly, GANA also requires that member breeders have a sufficient health guarantee, and that member breeders properly
care for their puppies and breeding stock. GANA's mission statement and breeder requirements can be viewed here: www.
goldendoodleassociation.com.
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Puppies:
| | " Puppies have a crucial socialization period that begins when they open their eyes and ears at 3 weeks to about 3 months of age. | | | During this critical window of opportunity, they need to be exposed to a whole universe of stimuli" (Flaim 2008).
| | | Vaccination is important! Vaccinations should be administered at 6 weeks (by breeder, the DHPP vaccine); at 10 weeks (by | | | Owner's vet or breeder if still at breeders for DHLPP); at 14 weeks (By owner's vet DHLPP); and Rabies at 15 weeks (by
owner's vet Rabies). What are these vaccinations? DHLPP is Distemper, Hepatitis, Leptospirosis, Parvo, and Parainfluenza.
rabies is required by state law.
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Within your puppy packet from: Golden Beauties. . . Driven to Doodles you will receive:
| | Health test records from breeding pair
| | | AVID microchip registration sheet
| | | Registration documentation AFTER we receive proof of SPAY/NEUTER
| | | Coupons from Canidae
| | | Kong information sheets
| | | Our Contract
| | | NYS legal documents
| | | Vaccination record with serial # stickers attached
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References:
F1, F2. (2009). In The Penguin Dictionary of Psychology. Retrieved from
http://www.credoreference.com/entry/penguinpsyc/f1_f2
Denise Flaim. (1 May 2008). Newsday, Melville, N.Y., Animal House column: Prep your puppy for the outside world. McClatchy -
Tribune Business News. Retrieved March 27, 2011, from ABI/INFORM Complete. (Document ID: 1477778021).
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Goldendoodle Size Scheme (From GANA):
Petite range: Height: below 14 inches, typically 25 lbs. or less
Miniature range: Height: over 14 but under 17 inches (35cm to 42cm) at wither, typically 26-35 lbs.
Medium range: Height: over 17 but under 21 inches (43cm to 52cm) at wither, typically 36-50 lbs.
Standard range: Height: over 21 inches (53cm to 63cm) at wither, typically 51 or more lbs.
Final size category of a dog will be determined at adulthood and is measured at the withers. Please be aware that the estimated size of a
puppy by a breeder is an educated guess. Therefore, a puppy's final size may vary somewhat from a breeder's initial calculation.
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Please know that our "Kennel" is a home; we live here with our dogs so if you are seeking a visit to pick out your
puppy you can do so upon appointment only; please SERIOUS inquiries only and remember it is our home not an
open kennel. We keep our home very well maintained; it is indeed quite a job with the dogs but we manage quite
well. You are always welcome to contact our state inspector who visits annually on a random date. We can also give
you references as well if you like.
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Moyen Poodle:Height: 15-20" @ Withers Weight: 20-30#
Mini Poodle:Height: 11-15" @ the withersWeight: 15-17#
StandardPoodle:Height: 15"+ @ the withersWeight: 45-70# (dogs)45-60# (bitches)
Toy Poodle:Height: 10" @ the withersWeight: 6-9#
Golden Retriever:Height: 22-24" (dogs)20-22" (bitches)Weight: 60-80# (dogs)55-70# (bitches)
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How Could You? By Jim Willis
When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed
shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and
ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those
nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you
said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you
patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at
your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was
happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness,
how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time
banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my
eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was
now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.
I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the
driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told
them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to
"just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets.
You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out
the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the
realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he
screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about
friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my
eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me
another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At
first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a
bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with
the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully
quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to
come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her.
The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort
you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through
my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make
sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light
so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How
could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
The End
Copyright Jim Willis 2001, all rights reserved
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