We got a F1B Aussiedoodle back in November. Neither my wife nor I are/were really “dog people” but wanted our kids to have the experience. My 8 year old had been asking for a dog non stop for 5 years. 8 year old came up with the name Mason after reading about Mason the brave tornado dog, a true story of a dog who found his way back to his family after getting sucked into a tornado.
We have really struggled at times adjusting to the added responsibility of a dog, and tbh we really didn’t have the bandwidth for this shit. But goddammit if this isn’t the best dog ever born. I have been the only person in the house to train him so I have a fuckload invested in him. He was potty trained by 10 weeks (within 2 weeks of us getting him). He’s NEVER shit in the house, even thru several bouts with chronic diarrhea. He is >90% responsive to sit, come, stay, fetch, fetch to pile, heel, spin, down, up, and play dead. He’s a great running partner. He plays great with the kids although my 35 lb 6 year old doesn’t know how to handle him so she’s gotten banged up rough housing with him a couple of times through no fault of his (we expected him to be 25-35 lbs, he ended up ~55 lb). I am working on getting him to enjoy the swimming pool. At this point he and I have a bond unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. His ability to read my mood and adjust accordingly to make me feel better or at least avoid making shit worse is uncanny.