I think poodles are super easy to raise

I think poodles are super easy to raise.

I don’t know what other people think. I think they are super easy to raise. The key is to see how the owner raises them. My poodle is like a child, obedient and sensible.

My Luban was sent from Guangdong to Hainan when he was two months old. My friend bought him when he went to work in Guangdong. After raising him for a week, he found that he was too clingy and a big boy couldn’t take care of him, so he came to me. He was not shy at all. He followed me happily the first time he saw me. At that time, I secretly raised him in the hotel dormitory. Except for vaccination, he didn’t go anywhere. I put food and toys in the dormitory for him. Every morning when I went to work and came back in the afternoon, a little figure rushed over from under the bed as soon as I opened the door, jumping at your feet and asking for a hug. Every morning when I woke up, there would be a little man standing by the bed, with his two front paws on the bed and his head tilted to look at you. He was super clingy, following you step by step, and waiting for you to come out when you took a shower or went to the toilet. I didn’t teach him, but after living in the dormitory for a month, he would run to the bathroom to pee and poop by himself. I would take him out to play on vacation, to the park and the riverside. He would get excited to see other people after staying in the dormitory for a long time. He played enthusiastically with an old man in the park, turning his belly up for people to touch. The old man was about to cry and said that we were destined to be together. He

was like a little kid, sitting in the basket of a bicycle or on an electric car, sticking his head out to look around. He also had a bit of a temper. He got angry when I didn’t come back for two days, and pulled my quilt off the bed and stepped on it. He was usually very sensible. He knew I had to go to work, and he never made a fuss when he was alone in the dormitory. He waited for me to come back obediently. He liked me to hold him in my arms and would sleep quietly. At that time, I felt very sad because I didn’t have time to accompany him. Every day, he was alone in the dormitory waiting for me to come back. He didn’t bark or make a fuss. He would eat dog food when he was hungry.

When he was four or five months old, he grew up and was very good at eating. He would eat a large bowl of food every day. He was never squeamish. He could eat and sleep. When he saw you eating, he would make a fuss to have a bite. He would read people’s faces. If you did something wrong, he would pretend to be angry and act cute and coquettish. If you were really angry, he would run under the bed, hide under the bed for a while, and then show his head to seduce you. If you chased him, he would go back in and seduce you again. There was really nothing you could do with him. I never saw him anxious, except when he saw me crying and sitting on the bed with tears, the little guy panicked, rubbed against me, stood up and put his two paws on my shoulders, and kept licking the tears on my face. Alas, he was more sensible and well-behaved than humans.

I didn’t train him to sit down and stand up or any other skills. I raised him as a child. As long as he didn’t do anything wrong and was happy, it was enough. I would chat with him and talk to him. If he understood, he would respond to you. When he was 5 months old, I brought him home and let my dad and my brother raise him at home. He grew up and the dormitory space was too small for him to move around. He needed a better environment where he could run and jump, have someone to accompany him, and see more things. He was cute and smart. The whole family treated him as a treasure. My mother said he was just a child, but he was pitiful and couldn’t speak. There were toys all over the floor at home, and he could lie on the sofa and other things. There were almost no restrictions on him except that he was not allowed to look through the trash can or eat things on the table. He lived happily at home without me. He finally grew up like a normal child. Without him, I felt so lost when I returned to the dormitory after get off work every day. I missed him every day, like an old mother, and I often felt sad when I thought of my son. I used to go home at most once a month, but now I go back three times a month. Every time I come back, he is so excited, jumping and lying like crazy. In his heart, I am the first. No matter how attached to my brother he is, he will follow me when I come back. He also wants to sleep by my bed. After jumping onto the bed, he will come to sleep with me.

He used to be a little kid, but now he is 10 months old. He is like a little boy. He wants to go out and play. The happiest thing every day is to go out for a stroll. As soon as I open the door, he rushes downstairs to wait for me. When he has played enough, he jumps happily up the stairs when he goes home. Now he comes to sleep with me to accompany me, not to cling to me. He will jump on the floor to sleep in the middle of the night. When I wake up from a dream in the middle of the night and feel scared, I call his name. He will immediately jump up from the bed, lie down beside me, lick my hand or ear, and almost say “I am here”. Fortunately, he has always been healthy. Except for fleas on his body when he went out to play, he has never been sick. His fur is very smooth and colorful, without tear grooves. He can eat and sleep well. I didn’t shave his hair. When it grows, I trim it myself. Now his fur is still soft to the touch. Every time I go back to work, I can’t bear to leave him. I always catch the last bus back. I want to buy him fun things when I see them online. Now I am most worried that the little guy is growing up. I don’t know whether to sterilize him or buy more to accompany him.

Many people don’t like poodles, not because they have come into contact with them, but because they follow the trend of criticizing poodles online, and they just follow the trend of criticizing them after seeing a few pictures and videos online. Also, those owners who raise poodles but don’t take good care of them and indulge them to go out and mess around are also rubbish. Also, I am the only one who can beat my dog ​​son, and I don’t allow others to bully him.