My Story: I Designed a Dog by Wally Conron
I termed the Labradoodle in 1988, when I was the manager of the puppy program at the Royal Institute of the Blind. I received a letter from a woman in Hawaii who needed a seeing eye dog, but her husband had allergies. She wanted a dog that would not shed hair.
Determined to source the most suitable guide-dog for a client, I unwittingly turned the canine world upside down. With this kind of response, I knew we were on to a winner, and I took the decision to breed more of the Labrador-poodle crosses. So I contacted the then Kennel Control Council of Australia, hoping to find the names of reputable breeders who were breeding standard problem-free poodles.
"If you use any registered dog for your program, that breeder will be struck off the register and never be allowed to show or register their dogs again," the council’s spokesperson warned. Nor did he budge when I explained that the dogs were being bred to help vision-impaired people.
The breeders themselves were split: many did subsequently threaten me or propose litigation if I used their progeny in my breeding program, while others offered their services free to the guide-dog centre.
I crossed two popular pedigree dogs: a Labrador from breeding stock at the institute and a poodle owned by his boss to create the Labradoodle. The puppies were supposed to have the best traits of both dogs: the affable, controllable nature of the Labrador, and the curly, non-shedding coat of the poodle.
But now when people ask me, "Did you breed the first one", I have to say, "Yes, I did, but it's not something I'm proud of." I wish I could turn the clock back.
With a three to six-month waiting list for people wishing to foster our pups, I was sure we’d have no problem placing our three new crossbred pups with a family. But again I was wrong: it seemed no-one wanted a crossbred puppy; everyone on the waiting list preferred to wait for a purebred. And time was running out – the pups needed to be placed in homes and socialized; otherwise they would not become guide-dogs. By eight weeks of age, the puppies still hadn’t found homes. Frustrated and annoyed with the response to the trio of crossbreeds I had carefully reared, I decided to stop mentioning the word crossbreed and introduced the term Labradoodle instead to describe my new allergy-free guide-dog pups.
It worked – during the weeks that followed; our switchboard was inundated with calls from other guide-dog centres, vision-impaired people and people allergic to dog hair who wanted to know more about this “wonder dog”. My three pups may have been mongrels at heart – but the furore did not abate.
While all this was happening, I continued training Sultan, the original non-allergenic pup. He eventually went to Hawaii, amid intense media coverage, where as the world’s first Labradoodle he bonded beautifully with his new owner and her allergic husband.
It was 1989 and the publicity surrounding the new designer dogs went national and then international. Interest in the labradoodle continued to escalate and inquiries poured in from all over the world from people wishing to either purchase or breed the dogs. A new world opened for countless people who had once thought they could never enjoy the delight of a pet pooch. But I quickly realized that I’d opened a Pandora’s box when our next litter of ten Labradoodles produced only three allergy-free pups.
I began to worry, too, about backyard breeders producing supposedly "allergy-free" dogs for profit. Already, one man claimed to be the first to breed a poodle- Rottweiler cross!
Nothing, however, could stop the mania that followed. New breeds began to flood the market: groodles, spoodles, caboodles and snoodles. Were breeders bothering to check their sires and bitches for heredity faults, or were they simply caught up in delivering to hungry customers the next status symbol? We’ll never know for sure.
Today I am internationally credited as the first person to breed the Labradoodle, but I wonder, in my retirement, whether we bred a designer dog – or a disaster!
Retiree Wally Conron, 81, still keeps two Labradors, Rocky and Jazz, but his first love is for horses. He has nine of his own that he breeds and trains when he’s not giving riding lessons to horse-lovers in rural Victoria.