Are maltipoo's a good dog for a college student?

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I have been wanting a dog for YEARS now and I finally have steady income and my own place. I am going to be living in a two bedroom apartment and wanted to make sure that that is an OK enviornment for a maltipoo. I have done some research on breeders and animal care and am wanting to purchase a dog this coming October. If anyone has any advice on which dogs are good for college students exd., please let me know!

Answer
You can never accurately predict the temperament or needs of a mix. Mutts (meant as a factual term referring to a mixed breed, not as an insult) don't adhere to breed standards, obviously, and the purpose of a high quality breeder is to strive toward the set breed standards. When there's no standard to follow, you don't know what you're going to get.

How much time do you have to dedicate to a dog? Maltese are prone to separation anxiety, so if you have many long classes, work many hours or are frequently out, they're a poor choice. Poodles are very active and clever dogs, so if they don't get plenty of stimulation and attention, they become bored and frustrated.. and a bored dog is a destructive, problematic dog. Both breeds require a good amount of grooming, so I assume a mix would require a fair chunk of time dedicated to daily/weekly grooming, too.

You mention buying one. One should never support the intentional breeding of two dogs who have just been slapped together. There are plenty of mixes in shelters. Unless one is responsibly aiming to create a new breed (in which case they must be an experienced breeder with a clear-cut goal, and they must know how to achieve it), no one has any business just sticking different breeds together. They're in it for the profit; such mixes are all the rage these days. (That's why shelters are full of 'em..)
If you're buying one, anyway, I assume that means you'd be buying a puppy. I don't think any student has the time to care for a puppy. They need CONSTANT supervision. I'm not exaggerating. In order to effectively housetrain a young puppy, they have to be watched ruthlessly! They're bundles of energy who cannot be left alone for very long at all.
And if you don't get a puppy, but get an adult (who would be much more suitable for your situation), then you oughtn't buy it. There's no reason not to adopt, in that case. No reason at all. In fact, there's no reason not to adopt even if you get a puppy. "Breeders" of "Maltipoos" are producing dogs who are absolutely no better quality, since, again, they're not adhering to a strict standard. A "Maltipoo" is a "Maltipoo" is a "Maltipoo."

An apartment is a fine environment for a Maltese or small Poodle, though, don't worry about that. Apartments are suitable for most breeds, as long as they're still sufficiently exercised outdoors.

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Chapter 1

It was 7:30 in the morning. The alarm clock beeped 5 times, before an arm flopped over and slapped the âOffâ button.
Craig awoke from his double bed and slowly crept up from his lying position. He put on some clothes, walked slowly down the hallway, leaning his hand against the wall at each step, and knocked on Andrewâs bedroom door.

âItâs time to go.â said Craig, through the still-closed bedroom door.

Andrew woke up, still quite tired. But, regardless, he stretched himself and grabbed a suit from his closet. After a few minutes, he opened his bedroom door, and walked out of his room, carrying the clothes he slept in to the dirty laundry basket.
On his way through, he stopped at the end of the hallway to listen in on what his dad was saying. He started a conference call with two phone numbers. Once both of the call receivers picked up their phones, Craig depressingly said a short phrase...

âItâs time to wake up and get going. You know where to go and, please, no in-laws or little ones.â

Andrew started to walk again as Craig hung up his phone, dug his forehead into the arm laying on the wall, and let out a long sigh.
Once Craig and Andrew were dressed up, they got into their cars and left. After about 25 minutes of driving, they arrived at their destination. They got out of their cars and walked up a set of stone stairs. They sat on a bench for a few more minutes and, eventually, another car pulled up. Craigâs oldest son, Daryl got out of the car, with a bundle of flowers in his hand. He walked up and sat on the bench with Craig and Andrew and they started to talk amongst themselves.
A little while into their conversation, a second car pulled up. A woman - Jennifer - Craigâs daughter, dropped her high-heel shoes on the ground and slipped her feet into them. She stood up out of the car, then, and she shut the door. Craig, Andrew and Daryl stood up from the bench, and all three started walking toward a decorative stone, with a deep container built into the ground in front of it. Jennifer placed her bundle of flowers into the container and the group of three looked solemnly at the writing on the stone...

âJeanne Dempsey
Mother of Three
Wife of Craig Dempsey
1960-2011"

Craig looked around, and then said: âIâd like to have a moment of silence, to respect your mother... my wife...â

No one objected, and they stood around the grave mourning quietly.


Then, seemingly out of nowhere, they hear a door slam. It turned out that Jennifer had actually brought her husband, Rick to the one-year anniversary of Jeanneâs death.

He abruptly and loudly said: âJennifer, are we going out to eat, or what?â

Instantly, Craig grew hot with anger and turned toward Jennifer.

âWhy did you bring Rick here, Jennifer?â
âI-I...â
âI thought I made myself clear; No children, and no in-laws! He is not part of this family and the children are just too young to understand. That is why I didnât want the in-laws here!â
Rick, hearing what Craig said, shouted: âHey, man! Donât tell me I ainât part of this family! I married your daughter; I am a part of this family!â
Craig responded, sternly: âNot in this aspect, youâre not. This isnât your mother... this isnât your wife. This is our lost loved one and it is intended to be a private gathering when we come here.â
âCraig, you gotta stop holding onto this, like itâs a special family gathering... ok, itâs not like itâs Christmas or Thanksgiving. Your wife died! Thatâs a personal matter, Iâll give you that. But, nothing about this is private!â
As Craig was starting to walk toward Rick, Jennifer stopped him, sighed and said: âI only brought him because he insisted that he come.â
Craig said, in disbelief: âYou mean he demanded he come...â
âDad, no... itâs not like that.â
Craig threw his hands up in exasperation and said: âOh... donât give me that bullcrap. Let me tell you something. Youâre soft. You listen to everything he says without an ounce of thought as to what it sucks out of your life, and of our private matters!â
âDad, when I listen to my husband and do something he asks of me, itâs called respect. Also... you know, he does have a point. Thereâs a difference between a personal matter and a private matter. This... is not a private matter; itâs a personal matter and a family matter. Rick is family!â
Craig looked around and then lowered his head in disappointment. âYou know, I thought you would be better than that. I thought you would be better than taking my son-in-laws side in something he doesnât have anything to do with... and, out of every day you could disrespect me like this, you choose the one-year anniversary of your motherâs death! Maybe you should just leave with him.â
âBut, Dad...â
âJust go... I donât need this happening on so difficult a day as this.â

Rest of chapter included in 'extra details'
Jennifer turned away from Craig, sprinted down the stone steps and got into her car. Rick looked at her, then looked up and straight into Craigâs eyes. They both stared down at each other with disappointment. But, then Rick got into Jenniferâs car, and they quickly drove off.


Craig turned around and headed back to Andrew and Daryl. He looked at the ground for a moment and sighed, then said near-broken-heartedly: âWell, the morningâs ruined... letâs go get breakfast.â
Craig and Andrew got in their car, while Daryl got into his own car. Then, they drove away from the Jeanneâs grave, headed for a nearby diner.

Answer
Couldn't read it all. What this story needs is a hook, for something interesting to happen. It was only the first few paragraphs when I stopped reading. You should interest me with the first line. The time of day isn't interesting.

Starting a story with the character waking up is cliche. It can be done, but you need to watch out for that. So the character wakes up, gets ready for the morning and, you know, what seems to be normal happens. This is fiction. You can make anything happen. Also, something you should think about if this would be the right place to start you're story. Consider a rewrite.

Good luck.

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