Nicknames: Marlomar, MAW-lowe (when he opens his mouth really wide), MarloweMutt, MuttMutt
Birthday: December 30th 2009
Likes: Sticks! The bigger the better!
Pet-Peeves: We don't know why, but he won't eat out of bowls. Any bowls. He'll drink water out of them, but won't eat out of them. He just lays there at barks at them. It's the darndest thing.
Favorite Toy: A stuffed carrot that he's had since he was 12 weeks old, and the squeaker still squeaks!
Favorite Food: Raw meat, especially any kind of liver!
Favorite Walk: Any place he can be off-lead
Best Tricks: Sit, Down, Shake, High-Five, Leave it, Drop it, Bring it Back, Recycle (drops junk mail into recycle bin), Stay, Wait, Come, Catch (in midair), and Heel
Arrival Story: I'd wanted a Curly-Coated Retriever for years after seeing two in a vet's office once. Not only did I completely fall in love with the way they looked, but when I looked into the breed characteristics, they seemed to be exactly the type of dog I was looking for. My husband and I wanted to wait until we got out of the military and moved to Virginia before we got a dog. We found a wonderful breeder in Delaware who helped us choose the puppy best suited for our household (though, in truth, the whole litter was marvelous). Marlowe came home with us on Feb 27th, 2010, and is hands down the best dog I've ever had.
Quirks: *Greets everyone at the door with ball in mouth and full body wiggles *When he hears a strange noise or sees something suspicious, he doesn't bark, he ROARS! *Hates to be groomed or bathed, but loves to be rubbed all over and go swimming. Go figure.
Today was my 13-week old birthday, and Mom took me to Colonial Williamsburg to celebrate. My goodness, there were a lot of people there for a Wednesday! I got to meet dozens of people, lots and lots of kids (my favorite!) and even got to watch the horses pull a carriage around Palace Green. Ok, maybe that part was a little scary, but I was very brave and Mom fed me liver treats, so it was totally worth it. I even rode in an elevator for the first time in the parking garage. Mom still won't follow me to all the good places, but if I slow down and walk with her, we get other places faster. Why is she so hard to train?!
Of course, everyone loved me, and everyone wants to know what the heck I am. So, for the record, I am not a Labradoodle, Chesapeake Bay Retriever, Portuguese Water Dog (really people??), Boykin Spaniel, or an American Water Spaniel. I am a super-duper Curly Coated Retriever! Mom says she's going to get a t-shirt made.
I turned 12 weeks old today, and boy, has the time gone by quickly! Mom has been dragging me EVERYWHERE with her, taking me at least one place every day, and I must have met nearly the entire town by now. She also insists on me doing strange things to get yummy treats every day, and I'm starting to pick up on her crazy non-barking language. I "sit" all the time, because that seems to get me petted and fed the fastest, and I LOVE to paw at Mom when she says "shake", and sometimes when she doesn't, just to see if I still get food. I have Mom and Dad trained to take me outside when I ring the bells on the door, and when I bring them a toy, they'll throw it for me to chase! How cool is that?! I don't like "drop it" and "leave it", but it's ok, 'cuz I usually get good stuff anyway.
Mom's very annoying, though, when I take her out for a walk. Just when stuff starts to get good and I'm trying to lead her in the right direction, she'll just stop and stand there, and not let me go. I've missed so many good sniffing opportunities! Can any of you speak enough human to tell her to cut it out??
She says I'm starting "puppy classes" tomorrow. What does that mean? Will there be liver treats??
Today, I went out on my first big people socialization trip. Mom took me to an outdoor outlet mall and carried me around for a half-hour so everyone could see how adorable I am. Of course, I think Mom needs to carry a sign that says I am NOT a labradoodle or Boykin spaniel (holy crap, really? how many people know about Boykin spaniels but not CCRs??!). One lady was so taken with me that she dragged out her wallet to show Mom pictures of her yellow lab, and petted me for a good five minutes. I was very dignified, and lived up to my breed's reputation; I wasn't terrified of all the new things, but I certainly wasn't going to degrade myself by running up to make friends with every crazy person that walked by. I'm sticking with Mom; she's got my back.
P.S. Mom says carrying 17lbs around for half an hour does a number on her arm. What does that mean?