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"Loki"
Black Miniature Poodle x American Cocker Spaniel Cross
AKC Canine Partners# MA31124301
BHA# BH-20702 / M 15"
AKC Canine Partners# MA31124301
BHA# BH-20702 / M 15"
Loki is a funny little creature I found when he was one and half years old. I had just graduated from my pet grooming school and really wanted my own little fluffy dog to style. Instead of my usual route, which is going through a breeder and a wait list, I decided to try my gamble with the local Craigslist. His ad was short, but honest, and had no pictures. I offered a free groom to his owner (my way of doing a temperament test), and from there he passed with flying colors and came home with me!
I have never owned a dog as enthusiastic and delightful as him. He is entirely mischievous, and he has minute impulse control. You have to be selective about his "no supervision" times. Certainly one of those dogs who wears his heart on his sleeves. Favorite pass times include grasshopper hunting and chewing all things that can be chewed.
Loki is usually kept in a poodle style, typically ranging from German, Puppy cut, and a modified Continental. He's been in other cuts, usually modified versions, of long-legged terriers and other breeds like Bichons. His hair is very versatile and can support a number of different breeds, and sometimes I even make up my own! Sometimes he's even a different color!
I have never owned a dog as enthusiastic and delightful as him. He is entirely mischievous, and he has minute impulse control. You have to be selective about his "no supervision" times. Certainly one of those dogs who wears his heart on his sleeves. Favorite pass times include grasshopper hunting and chewing all things that can be chewed.
Loki is usually kept in a poodle style, typically ranging from German, Puppy cut, and a modified Continental. He's been in other cuts, usually modified versions, of long-legged terriers and other breeds like Bichons. His hair is very versatile and can support a number of different breeds, and sometimes I even make up my own! Sometimes he's even a different color!
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StatsSex Neutered Male
Color Black w/ White Chest Spot October 2010 - March 2023 |
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Best $40 spent on a Craigslist ad with no picture.
Oh, and he was also a Cockapoo. 🙃
Loki was a "TREAT YO' SELF" buy. He was my poorman's Poodle. I was graduating from my grooming school and just wanted something to obnoxiously handscissor. In a month or so I was bringing home my first Dalmatian, Ramsay, so I couldn't do another puppy and a retired show Poodle on my beginner income was out of the question. So to Craigslist we went! He was a year and half old, crate trained, and a whirlwind of a busy body with a basic, ugly teddy bear cut. As a temperament test, I offered a free groom to his owner before I said I would take him home or not.
The douche bag bit me while I was blow drying his ears. 🙄
Obviously I took him home.
From a structural stand point, Loki was actually decent for a doodle. Balanced, square, decent bone. I actually preferred his face over an actual Poodle (kinda boxy vs long). I didn't like his lack of front and the cocker barreled ribcage, but those were easy to correct with hair. I did always wish he had a full tail, he would have probably lived his entire life as a PWD. Which, his hair texture was fabulous. Enough body to scissor, not too thick, and the texture was forgiving. We spent a lot of hours together on the grooming table, and he had several styles through his life (Bedlington, SCWT, Schanuzer, Continental, Miami etc). At one point I spent two weeks putting about $140 worth of swirled dye in his coat and we never did that again.
He had a little white dot on his chest that always made me smile when I found it under his hair.
This dog had no impulse control, which is why he was on Craigslist. He had to be micromanaged his entire life. I got him to stop destroying stuffed animals; he would pick one and hyper focus on it and carry it around until it fell apart after that. If you needed a shiv made out of a nylabone or benebone he could turn out one in a few weeks. I honestly don't know how he still had teeth, power chewing was his superpower. Panda Express was his favorite restaurant, having Nathan's dinner multiple nights in a row. His crate had "Escape Artist" written on it. He was a Houdini. A snap of the fingers and he could *poof* into thin air, in front of you, and you'd have to follow the flocks of wild birds he was flushing in the fields to find him. He would sit at the kitchen table with us if allowed, and he would ninja-steal your seat if you got up when there wasn't enough to go around.
I had him for 11 years but only have a handful of portraits. He was not a easy dog for candid photos as he always had his face in the ground, following a trail. He also went deaf when he did this and if he got "too far away" you may as well just put up the 'lost dog' posters. I actually did a couple of Barn Hunt trials with him and he won a Judge's Choice because he worked hard to make me look like an idiot. He didn't even Q that time either.
For the most part, Loki got along with everyone. I could bring home anyone through the front door and he just rolled with it. He could get a bit perturbed with rude dogs and it was always hysterical when the Dalmatians blew through his patience. They never expected such attitude to explode from a quiet 20 pound dog. He is probably why I want to try an English Cocker as my next dog because I need a merry fellow in my life.
While in Ft Worth, TX last weekend my husband called and reported to me of his strange decline in health. Although stable, he had difficulty breathing and by the time I got home on Sunday he had started developing lesions all over. When we got him into the vet clinic Monday morning we decided it was either an autoimmune disease or a type of lymphoma cancer based on symptoms. Both could spontaneously appear, but only one would respond to treatment. With fluids, antibiotics, and steroids he started to improve and gave us hope. However, come Wednesday afternoon, between noon and 2pm, he broke out all over again and we knew he was tired. It was not the autoimmune like we hoped, it was lymphoma. He had never had an ill day in his life so to have this happen so suddenly was shocking.
His chair remains empty. I still turn around to expect to see him hovering up seeds from the bird cages. His presence in the house was quiet unless he found a surviving squeaker in a toy. He was semi retired from my hand scissoring styles and I won't know what to do with myself in a couple of months when I have a career burnout. He was always such a good reminder on why I enjoyed my job.
I hope the marrow bone I sent off with him lasts until we find each other at the bridge.
Oh, and he was also a Cockapoo. 🙃
Loki was a "TREAT YO' SELF" buy. He was my poorman's Poodle. I was graduating from my grooming school and just wanted something to obnoxiously handscissor. In a month or so I was bringing home my first Dalmatian, Ramsay, so I couldn't do another puppy and a retired show Poodle on my beginner income was out of the question. So to Craigslist we went! He was a year and half old, crate trained, and a whirlwind of a busy body with a basic, ugly teddy bear cut. As a temperament test, I offered a free groom to his owner before I said I would take him home or not.
The douche bag bit me while I was blow drying his ears. 🙄
Obviously I took him home.
From a structural stand point, Loki was actually decent for a doodle. Balanced, square, decent bone. I actually preferred his face over an actual Poodle (kinda boxy vs long). I didn't like his lack of front and the cocker barreled ribcage, but those were easy to correct with hair. I did always wish he had a full tail, he would have probably lived his entire life as a PWD. Which, his hair texture was fabulous. Enough body to scissor, not too thick, and the texture was forgiving. We spent a lot of hours together on the grooming table, and he had several styles through his life (Bedlington, SCWT, Schanuzer, Continental, Miami etc). At one point I spent two weeks putting about $140 worth of swirled dye in his coat and we never did that again.
He had a little white dot on his chest that always made me smile when I found it under his hair.
This dog had no impulse control, which is why he was on Craigslist. He had to be micromanaged his entire life. I got him to stop destroying stuffed animals; he would pick one and hyper focus on it and carry it around until it fell apart after that. If you needed a shiv made out of a nylabone or benebone he could turn out one in a few weeks. I honestly don't know how he still had teeth, power chewing was his superpower. Panda Express was his favorite restaurant, having Nathan's dinner multiple nights in a row. His crate had "Escape Artist" written on it. He was a Houdini. A snap of the fingers and he could *poof* into thin air, in front of you, and you'd have to follow the flocks of wild birds he was flushing in the fields to find him. He would sit at the kitchen table with us if allowed, and he would ninja-steal your seat if you got up when there wasn't enough to go around.
I had him for 11 years but only have a handful of portraits. He was not a easy dog for candid photos as he always had his face in the ground, following a trail. He also went deaf when he did this and if he got "too far away" you may as well just put up the 'lost dog' posters. I actually did a couple of Barn Hunt trials with him and he won a Judge's Choice because he worked hard to make me look like an idiot. He didn't even Q that time either.
For the most part, Loki got along with everyone. I could bring home anyone through the front door and he just rolled with it. He could get a bit perturbed with rude dogs and it was always hysterical when the Dalmatians blew through his patience. They never expected such attitude to explode from a quiet 20 pound dog. He is probably why I want to try an English Cocker as my next dog because I need a merry fellow in my life.
While in Ft Worth, TX last weekend my husband called and reported to me of his strange decline in health. Although stable, he had difficulty breathing and by the time I got home on Sunday he had started developing lesions all over. When we got him into the vet clinic Monday morning we decided it was either an autoimmune disease or a type of lymphoma cancer based on symptoms. Both could spontaneously appear, but only one would respond to treatment. With fluids, antibiotics, and steroids he started to improve and gave us hope. However, come Wednesday afternoon, between noon and 2pm, he broke out all over again and we knew he was tired. It was not the autoimmune like we hoped, it was lymphoma. He had never had an ill day in his life so to have this happen so suddenly was shocking.
His chair remains empty. I still turn around to expect to see him hovering up seeds from the bird cages. His presence in the house was quiet unless he found a surviving squeaker in a toy. He was semi retired from my hand scissoring styles and I won't know what to do with myself in a couple of months when I have a career burnout. He was always such a good reminder on why I enjoyed my job.
I hope the marrow bone I sent off with him lasts until we find each other at the bridge.