After we returned Cassidy to her family, our home felt empty. Grisha started checking the local animal shelter. At 4:55 on Friday we saw Oliver’s picture, so I ran outside screaming at Grisha “We have to go right now!! Our perfect puppy is there!” So we went to the pound minutes before they stop visitations and met Oliver. We signed his adoption papers, and came back to pick him up the following Wednesday after his operation.
It got even better when we brought him home. He is house broken and loves to cuddle. All our neighbors came over to meet Oliver. The big topic of conversation is what kind of dog he is. The shelter said lab-doberman mix but many people jump straight to rottweiler. The vet said his legs were too short to be a doberman so she thought coon-hound. Check out the video of Oliver’s first few days in our home and let us know what you think he is. He’s five months old, so get your bets in soon because it should be a little easier to tell when he’s a year old.
Also notice his disinterest in the tennis ball and the football, but his ownership over the doggy-basketball. A puppy after Grisha’s own heart!