As a baby... After a shave down Here's the story, I was in town today and Foster was with me in the truck.. This lady wanted to meet him so I got him out out, he LOVES people so was quite tickled... She was saying how much she wanted a purebred Goldendoodle just like him... I tried to explain they weren't a registered breed and technically are truly just a mixed breed mutt (in the nicest way, not demeaning mutts at all) and that we really don't know for sure even what his mix is (though its not hard to see, and guess Dad was a Poodle) We only know his mom was a Golden... Found pregnant and wandering in an area know for Mennonite breeders, it's assumed she escaped and no one ever claimed her... She almost acted like a child with her fingers in her ears going lalala..... She was not hearing any of it.. And went on to tell me she has this really nice breeder picked out and he assures her they are pure, and is selling her a pup for only "$1000!" I rather gave up... So I thought you'd get a kick out of my purebred! Ps... Never name a dog "Foster" in an attempt to remind yourself he's temporary... It's the ultimate irony when they wind up staying forever!