You have to picture it: One large, disobedient doodle... one runny left eye and one 2.5 foot tall stuffed moose all come crashing in to the poor vet's office on the only "late office hours" night. The lobby is packed. A young mother and her small son are holding two Australian Shepherd pups. An older (lots older) gentleman has a well-mannered beagle calmly sitting on his lap. A father and son have a brand new poodle pup and three family's wait with SOMETHING in their crates. In comes the Tobster with his Mr. Moose in his mouth......he was nervous...come on, his little eye hurt. He drug me right thru the door and put his big ole hands right up on the counter, dropped his Mr. Moose, said "OOF" and chaos erupted. The Aussies broke loose and attempted to free whatever those crates contained, the poodle climbed the boy, the beagle started to yelp as Toby introduced himself. Toby's tail never stopped wagging--he was having a grand old time---ornaments started to fling from the tree (he didn't mean to). I was completely humiliated. Every one was kind enough to laugh and thankfully the doctor just loves him.. I'm not sure we are good ambassadors for doodles in our area, but people sure are coming to know that doodles exist. :wink: I really wish we had this visit on video and you should have seen that poor vet. assistant's face when Dr. H. said, "we'll be happy to bathe him for you, bring him any time."