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Crosby


Our family has felt incomplete since Jake passed away in April.  It was so quick and unexpected that it left us shattered.  As we were moving through the process of grieving his loss and reflecting on his life, I realized what an important role he had in our family.  In many ways he was more than “just” a pet.  He was a best friend.  He was here 24/7, in a family that is together 24/7.  He was a reading buddy, a math partner, a music aficionado, a playmate, and a protector.  Those are some pretty big paws to fill.




This week we met Crosby, our 4 week old Goldendoodle.  Don’t let his coloring fool you, this little guy is a true Goldendoodle.  His mom is a Goldendoodle and his dad is a standard poodle making him a F1b generation dog.  He is part of a litter of 10 that was bred to produce a service dog for a friend of the breeder who is a Veteran suffering from PTSD and has mobility issues.  He will be joining us in four weeks and we just can’t wait!



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  1. What a cutie! I had no idea that Goldendoodles came in any other color than the golden color of a golden! Enjoy!

    We lost our Albert in March and are still not yet ready for a new dog. I do believe that the next time we have a dog in the house it will be to raise a service dog puppy. We've been batting this idea around since before Albert passed. Still lots to consider but it would be such a great to way to learn and give back!

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    1. I was a bit surprised at how strongly I felt I wanted another dog. Originally our plan was to let Daphne live the rest of her days in peace and quiet. But we realized that Jake was keeping her young. He covered for how impaired her vision and hearing is. He kept her active. While I don't think she will tolerate a puppy's energy all the time, I think she will enjoy having a playmate.

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  2. So sweet! I'm happy that you've found a new dog to love, Jess.... I can't imagine our lives without our Gizmo, but I know his time is nearing an end and that makes me so sad.

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  3. We can not wait to get to know your beautiful Crosby. :) :)

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