Kevin was sitting on our stairs petting Glory. Enzo noticed and came up to join her for some attention. At first he sat on a stair in front of Kevin, but then thought he'd like a belly rub. So he flipped himself over onto his back and Kevin watched in amazement as he slid, butt first, all the way down to the main floor. Once there he got up, shook himself off and came back up to Kevin.
I've never been able to say the word "poodle" without putting the word "stupid" before it, if only silently. So when Kevin and I had Enzo out in public and a woman muttered "stupid poodle" as she walked by, I had to laugh. I fully understand!
And why anyone would want to mix a poodle with anything is beyond me. Enzo is 3/4 Poodle, 1/4 Golden Retriever, what many call a "Golden Doodle" but I refuse. With friends I call him a "Goodle", in public a poodle/golden cross.
His coat doesn't shed but it is a sponge, soaking up every bit of moisture and mud until it can be transferred into your clothing, carpet or furniture. When they are shaved there is little maintenance, but as soon as the coat gets longer (which doesn't take long) the daily brushings start or you'll end up with one big matted mess. Ugh. It's a lot of work if you groom them yourself, and if you pay to have it done it will get expensive.
After saying this I want to stress that I do like Enzo, he's our in-house slapstick comedian who has endeared himself to many who have met him.