Because Daphne Needed a Furry Sister

We adopted a puppy named Laverne.



After mentally preparing ourselves for the prospect of adopting a puppy, and a large one at that, we had been on the puppy hunt for several days. And while none of them had “Will Not Eat Small Tabby Cats” stamped on their profiles, this little black lab mix puppy at the Central Oklahoma Humane Society spoke to us. Well, after a few others spoke to us and said, “My owners want waaay to much money for me.” So, Bird and I headed to the Humane Society last Wednesday to investigate the pup.



I beat him there by a few minutes and went in to visit with Laverne. Apparently when she was initially brought in at about two months old, Laverne had a sister who they called Shirley. Makes more sense now, doesn’t it? So I walked in to meet Laverne and she promptly peed all over the floor in excitement. I know I’m a thrilling individual, but I was unaware of my effect on puppies. We played for a few minutes, then Bird got there, played with her, and asked the relevant questions. We decided that yes, Laverne was indeed the puppy for us. She had been brought to the Humane Society at about two months old and adopted out to an older woman who lived in an apartment. She was then brought back by the older woman who was unable to keep up with the rambunctious lab mix in the apartment environment. She was a good dog, just not the dog for this woman. The benefit, however, is that the woman had done some training with her, so now at a little over four months old, Laverne is housebroken and crate trained. And a member of Team Bass.

And now named Bailey.