This is a picture of our ole dog, Rags. (note the box of swan vesta matches by his feet, it gives some indication of his size)
I think he was a bit special, very good natured, but very energetic and full of beans. His best friend was our ginger moggy, Hamlet.
His father was a big black Standard Poodle, his mother was a Labrador-whippet cross.
So I guess he was a whippa-labradoodle. He was given to us because no-one wanted him, this was 1987, no doubt today he would be considered a ‘designer dog’, and very much sought after.
The labradoodle association does not encourage the ‘designer dog’ tag, but nevertheless they are very expensive pups.
Sadly, though, Rags had some weird neurological condition which used to leave him paralysed for anything upto an hour after any period of excitment, which because of his nature was quite often. He was in obvious distress during these periods and despite medication these could not be controlled. We had to take the painful decision to have him put to sleep.