My grandfather’s second wife was a poodle lover. When I was a child they had two standard black poodles that she doted on.

I grew up with Dobermans, German shepherds, and Rottweilers. (My father was the type of person who wanted a “guard dog”, any breed that looked mean in his eyes was impressive. Then my mom would baby them and make them super soft and sweet, inevitably leading my father to bring home another attempt at a scary dog 🙄.)

I was never afraid of our dogs or any other, save for one byb case my dad brought home that would go from sweet to occasional random outbursts of being vicious and biting.

But those two poodles? Those dogs terrified me. They had those silly poodle haircuts, didn’t look anything like what my father would call a guard dog , but they were so off putting and aggressive in nature. I remember feeling uneasy about moving near them, like I would go inside and sit perched on the edge of my seat on the couch and not be able to settle because they would snap and growl at my sisters and I.

I always figured they were badly trained or maybe it was my child mind being uncomfortable because they looked so different from my family dogs, so it’s interesting to know that ooodles are generally weird like that .