I wonder if other dogs think French poodles are members of a weird religious cult. – Rita Rudner
I will admit something that is highly taboo for dog rescue activists to confess: up until a month ago, I had poodle prejudice. It’s not that I found poodles particularly unattractive or thought that they were terrible dogs. I just kind of wrote them off as pretentious people’s pets due to their foo-foo show dog cuts and their portrayal in cartoons and movies as princess-y dogs owned by high maintenance snobs. Yes, I know. I’m terrible for buying into that judgmental mindset, but I did nevertheless.
Then something happened…
A little dog named Guinness came into my life and through his sweet, happy soul, he forever changed my mind about poodles.
On March 5th, Guinness was hit by a car, breaking his femur, fracturing the bone just below his nose, cutting up his face, and leaving fender marks on his legs where he went skidding across the road. A concerned citizen in San Jose saw the whole thing, grabbed Guinness out of the street and immediately took him to the fire station down the road. There, the firemen wrapped Guinness in a blanket, and rushed him to the emergency veterinarian at the Animal Shelter.
Sadly, after being at the shelter for a period of time, the wounded Guinness needed rescue. On March 20th, Lisa Pochop (one of our most dedicated rescue volunteers) pulled Guinness from the shelter and brought him directly to Dr.Gurevitch (the finest orthopedic surgeon you will find in Sonoma County) to repair Guinness’ femur. The surgery went well and I picked Guinness up and brought him to my house, where Drew and I could foster him during his recovery.
To my closed-minded surprise, he was a joy to have around and so appreciative of all the attention and care. He loved to be snuggled and would nuzzle into you and fall asleep. I was surprised by his happy-go-lucky attitude and his eagerness to please.
He even sat patiently staring up at me as I trimmed the hair out of his face. This “haircut” somehow turned into a Mohawk due to my inexperience in hair cutting. He never fussed. He just looked at me with the most trustful eyes. Here was this sweet little poodle with all the quirky, handsome charm of a Dr. Seuss character.
In other words, he was lovely and I was helplessly devoted to the type of dog who I would have otherwise written off as a prissy pup. That led me to realize that it was me who was the snob all along, an anti-poodle snob. How shameful!
Now, granted, Guinness isn’t a full blooded poodle, but I don’t think that really matters.
His positive attitude really helped with his recovery…
…and he stole our hearts.
Now Guinness is in his forever home with the most amazing people. I feel very blessed to have played a little part in his life and am grateful that he opened my eyes to my unfounded poodle prejudice. I apologize to all the poodles and poodle owners in the world. What a snob I’ve been!
Though I can’t promise I won’t get the urge to snicker or roll my eyes when I see dogs that looks like this…
I will try to imagine that under that overly coiffed poodle exterior is an amazing dog like Guinness. You just have to look beyond the fluff.