Category Archives: goldendoodle

Owen has his 1-year doctor appointment

Owen had his 1-year doctor appointment this week, so I figured it would be a good time to post his latest stats. He stands in at:

Height: 30.5 inches (75th percentile)
Weight: 22 pounds, 3 ounces (25-50th percentile)
Head circumference: 49.4 centimeters (gargantuan, I mean 97th percentile)


So how does he stack up against his older brother? I posted about Oliver’s 1-year appointment in February 2009 (click here to view the post ). Oliver was a half-inch taller, weighed about two-and-a-half pounds more and had a nearly identical head circumference. He was all-around big. Owen is just … tall … but with a big head. Oh well. He’s a cute little kid. Such a good boy.

Unrelated, but oh yeah, for anybody who would care, our dog turned 5 today. I let Molly sit on the couch with us for a few minutes, we gave her a few special biscuits and Oliver sang “Happy Birthday” to her. That’s about the extent of her birthday. It’s rough being at the bottom of the totem pole, but that’s what happens when you have kids. Poor girl? Nah, she’s gets more attention now from the boys that she could ever want.



Happy New Year! What will the next decade bring?

Well, the “Aughts” ended with a whimper last night, as we stayed in. But we had a lot of fun, playing games as a family and ringing in the New Year together.

I could go on and on about the past decade, as so much has changed. I’ve been working the entire time, going from editor to reporter to a media relations specialist to my current job at Standing Partnership. I’ve also earned a master’s degree, met and married my sweet Sarah, fathered a beautiful baby boy, started teaching classes at UMSL, bought my first house, got my byline into about a dozen publications, started blogging, lost some hair, started getting a few gray hairs, gained some weight, got a dog, made dozens of new friends, played lot of ice hockey, started playing Texas Hold ‘Em and so much more.

Soon, I’ll be the father to a second son. I’ll also turn 40 this decade (**gulp!**). What else could possibly be in my future? Whatever happens, the next 10 years are sure to be full of countless highs and lows.

Our son still has a ‘doggy complex’

Oliver still has a “doggy complex.” Our goldendoodle, Molly, is his best friend right now. The two of them are always chasing each other around, fetching toys and digging in the doggie food dish.

Here’s a video of the two of them goofing around at my grandma’s house this past weekend:

And here’s a video of Oliver running into Molly’s crate (his new thing, any time he hears us tell Molly to go there):

Not-so-big birthday today at the Lopinot household (Molly turns 3)

There was a big birthday at the Lopinot household today. No, you didn’t forget about Oliver’s birthday. It’s this Friday. No, today is Molly’s third birthday. Yep, our dummy of a dog is now 3 years old.

If today didn’t give Molly a clear indication of her status in the family, I don’t know what will. For her first two birthdays, we bought her way too many gifts, gave her treats and did something fun with her. This year? She spent the day in her crate and the evening pretty much just sitting around while we tended to Oliver and cleaned the house. We did give her a special treat (plus, I snuck her some pork chop after Sarah went upstairs to start Oliver’s bath).

So here we are, still celebrating at 10:45 p.m. OK, so we’re not really celebrating. I’m goofing on the computer while she chews a toy. Fun stuff.

So to Molly: Happy third birthday. Maybe we’ll take you for a walk this weekend or let you lick a plate. Fun stuff.


Our visit to Springfield, Mo. (part three)

During our trip to Springfield, Oliver learned to drive. Well, sort of. My mom got this push-car thing, and Oliver enjoyed riding around the basement in style. He usually smiled really big and giggled, but here he looks very stoic and serious, doesn’t he?



And so I don’t forget, I need to mention that Molly, our crazy goldendoodle, also enjoyed our trip. My dad really enjoys spending time with his “grand-dog,” and she eats up the attention. Just look at those eyes:


Our goldendoodle just loves the snow, and she was in luck today

Molly, our crazy goldendoodle, enjoys the snow. So she was in luck today, since we got about 6 or 7 inches of the white stuff overnight. I have been working from home today, and the wife and boy are here as well.

Anyway, we have the mother-in-law’s awesome camera again, and I was able to capture some Molly-in-the-snow pictures like never before. I took these while she was racing back and forth like a crazed, insane moron. Anyway, enjoy:





And after that burst of excitement? Nap time of course:


The goldendoodle meets her match (in the form of a yorkie-poo)

As you may have read in my last blog entry, we had a lot of family in town for the holidays. Mainly, the family time was all about Oliver, with a dash of my parents, my sisters and their men thrown in. See, aren’t the sisters/men looking happy:


But in all seriousness, the past few days have been all about Molly and Smith. My sister and her husband brought their puppy, Smith, with them from Minnesota. He’s a yorkie-poo. A little, cute, energetic yorkie-poo. An adorable, yappy yorkie-poo. Did I mention he has a lot of energy? Doesn’t he look innocent:


Most of you know about Molly, our crazy goldendoodle. Anyway, we put Molly and Smith together for a few days. They got along well, but there was a lot of horseplay. Imagine dealing with this for 20-minute intervals throughout the day:

At least they eventually tired out. Good friends for life, don’t you think:


Oliver and Molly – best of buds

Molly, our crazy goldendoodle, has been front and center the past couple of days. We took her in to get her haircut on Saturday. The next couple of days, she was acting really strange and obsessively scratching herself and biting her fur. Plus, her skin was pink — everywhere. Then, a couple nights ago, she puked several times and had some loose …. well, you know.

We took her to the vet yesterday and they think she had an allergic reaction to something (possibly the shampoo at the hair place). Anyway, she’s on doggy ‘roids now and looking much better.

Anyway, with thinking about Molly, it’s hard to not think about how much Oliver adores her. His face just lights up and he squeals with glee when she’s around. Here’s a video of the two of them interacting:


And here’s a still version:


Finally, this is Molly with her latest short-hair ‘do: