Okay, so today I thought I’d just spill all about my own mess with getting an F1 Goldendoodle pup. Man, it started last year—I was sitting there, staring at my messy house with cat hair everywhere, and I was like, “Enough of this shedding!” I remembered hearing somewhere about these doodle dogs that don’t drop fur all over the place. So, I jumped online, dug into some forums and stuff, and found out Goldendoodles are a mix between a golden retriever and a poodle. The F1 part? That just means it’s the first cross, no fancy breeding games—just a straight-up mix.
The crazy hunt begins
I decided right then to go find one. Easier said than done, though. I checked local ads, messaged a few sellers, and holy smokes, the prices were wild—people wanting thousands of dollars! I ain’t paying twelve grand like some singer did, no way. So, I drove out to this breeder in the next town. They had this litter of tiny fluff balls, all wiggly and adorable. I picked this little brown fella, paid about $2,000 for him—yeah, still a chunk of cash, but cheaper than others.
Bringing him home was a riot. He screamed in the car the whole time, like a little drama queen. Once inside, it was chaos. I set up a crate, a bed, and bowls right away. First day? He just snoozed most of it. But man, when he woke up, it was go-time. Training started simple: “Hey, don’t pee inside!” I used treats like mad, made him sit for kibble. Slowly, he got it—mostly.
Dealing with the fluff ball chaos
Living with him now is like having a mini tornado. He’s super friendly, loves everyone—even the mailman. But oh boy, he sticks to me like glue. Remember that part about them being clingy? Totally true. He follows me everywhere, even to the bathroom. If I’m working, he just plops down on my feet. Training wasn’t too bad, though. He’s clever, picks up tricks fast. Like, “fetch” took a week, but he does it now.
Now, to answer stuff I kept wondering back then:
- Why get an F1? Cuz they’re supposed to be healthier, less shedding. Mine barely drops hair—huge win.
- Are they good family dogs? Heck yeah. My kid plays with him, no problems—just cuddles all day.
- Size worries? Started small, now at nine months, he’s bigger than I thought—like a teddy bear on steroids. But not heavy, thank goodness.
How it all turned out
After months of this, I can say it was worth the headache. He’s this happy goofball, full of energy—loves running in the yard, chasing toys. Doesn’t make a fuss, just loyal and chill. Sure, costs pile up—food, toys, grooming every few months. His fur needs brushing daily to keep it soft, or it turns into a rat’s nest. But overall, life’s better with him around. Best decision ever? For now, yeah, but man, it’s a journey!
