Our home would not be a home without our baby, Toby. So I decided to write this blog about how we found our best friend Toby. Toby is a Cavachon, a mix between a Bichon and Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, and has been in our lives for almost 5 years now. When we were searching for our perfect companion, my wife was actually scared of dogs. I wanted a guard dog, specifically a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. Our home was unfortunately broken into while we were at work and I figured a Staffy would be a great addition to the new alarm system. Being afraid of dogs, I was vetoed pretty quickly. Staffy’s are pretty intimidating so I understood where she was coming from. She said for her first dog she’d be more comfortable with a smaller hypoallergenic dog with flappy ears.
When my wife said flappy ears, my mind went directly to the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. I started searching online for Cavalier mixes that didn’t shed and ended up with two choices: Cavachon (Cavalier/Bichon) or Cavapoo (Cavalier/Poodle).
In San Diego, both mixes were pretty difficult to find. At the time, I found one family with Cavapoo puppies and one farm with Cavachons. We scheduled times to visit both breeds to get a feel of their temperament. First was the Cavapoo:
I’m not sure if it was the breed or maybe being kept confined, but the Cavapoo puppies and their parents were ridiculously hyper. They were jumping all over the couches and trying to get our attention by running into us at high speeds. The mom was also rubbing against our legs like a cat trying to be pet. I was really proud of my wife that day. She stuck it out even with her fear of dogs. They were really cute but a little too hyper and wasn’t for us.
Next was the Cavachon
Toby at 6 weeks
We went to Fischer Farms in Vista to meet the Cavachons. Fischer farms breeds horses, ponies and Cavalier mixes. We visited the Cavachons and instantly fell in love. They were 6 weeks old, super cute and not hyper at all. They were just curious little dogs walking around and enjoy their surroundings. We met Toby’s mother, Petunia, and his grandpa, Andrew. His dad, Dude, wasn’t there at the time. Toby was the runt of the litter and the only one that wasn’t spoken for. I was confused why he wasn’t chosen. He was so calm, curious and loving. I’m so glad no one picked him. We decided on the spot that he would be a fantastic addition to our family. Looking back, it seemed like he was destined to be with us.
When Toby reached 8 weeks of age, we went to go pick him up. He didn’t grow too much. He was about 1.5 lbs when we picked him up. The owner was a little nervous about letting him go at such a low weight. She felt reassured when we told her we took an extended weekend specifically for him and that we would be by his side at all times.
Toby at 8 weeks
We packed up stuff with the scent of his siblings and were off. It was a good half hour drive home and he sat quietly in my wife’s lap. We arrived home and gave him his first toy.