Black Labbath

My story

Meet Black Labbath — because apparently, Satan wasn't available, so we summoned a sweet, toy-carrying, water-wading, calm-ish explorer instead. Yes, her name screams heavy metal, but this girl is more “soft rock and plush squeaky toys” than fire and brimstone. She won’t summon darkness, but she will summon every toy in the house into one glorious pile, preferably in your lap. Think of her as the calm goth girl who secretly loves rom-coms, walks through fountains like it’s a runway, and believes every good adventure should include at least one squeaky chicken. Black Labbath is a 3-month-old, 32lb female Newfoundland/Labrador Retriever mix… allegedly. Now, before you squint at her and dramatically declare, “There is no way this girl has Newfie in her,” — congratulations, you might be onto something. Or you might be totally wrong. Because welcome to the rescue world, where DNA tests are replaced with vibes and wild guessing, and every pup is probably part Chihuahua. Her brothers, Rock Lobster and Budderball (yes, those are their real names, and no, we weren’t drinking when we named them), came out looking more like fluffy bear cubs, while Black Labbath leaned into her sleek, mysterious vibe. Still, they’re all impressively oversized for just 12 weeks old, so let’s just say “small” is not in their vocabulary. At the end of the day, you could call this girl Toots McSnugglebuns the Third, and she’d still look at you like you were the most brilliant human on Earth and she’ll still trot over with a toy in her mouth and stars in her eyes. She’s currently living in harmony with all four dogs in her foster home. She plays endless games of chase with her brother and Cutie Pie, lovingly assaults the resident 5-year-old Shar Pei mix Chewbacca with kisses, and uses Han Solo as a mattress. We assume he’s fine with it — he hasn’t filed a complaint. Now, as for cats (aka “purrinators”), she hasn’t been formally introduced to any, but given her easygoing nature and general lack of interest in world domination, she’d probably do just fine. Worst case? You end up with a slow-motion sitcom where the cat runs the house and she just lives in it. As for kids, she hasn’t been around any of the tiny human variety, but we imagine she’d be okay — as long as the child doesn’t mind having their toys “lovingly repurposed” by a dog who believes every squeaky belongs to her. Black Labbath’s energy level falls somewhere between a caffeinated squirrel and a golden retriever who just realized the Zoomies are free. She’s not full chaos gremlin, but she’s definitely not lounging around reading self-help books either. Call it a solid 8 out of 10. She’s deeply committed to her toys — like, emotionally attached. She carries them around like prized possessions, occasionally dragging them outside so they can “experience nature” (or become soggy sacrifices to the yard gods). Tug-of-war is her jam — toys, sticks, probably your shoelaces if you’re not careful. Her foster dad claims she’s fairly calm but she’s got opinions, thank you very much, and she’s not afraid to express them via bark when you forget she exists for more than 7 seconds. She’s also a big fan of walking in the fountain — because drinking from it is for amateurs — and is very committed to inspecting every corner of the house like she’s been hired by HGTV. Black Labbath is working on potty training, which means she’s at that delightful age where she knows what the concept of a bathroom is, but sometimes forgets the execution part. She’s probably not the best fit for anyone who’s got a “perfectly clean” house vibe going — or, you know, someone who has a deep, personal relationship with their carpet and doesn’t want to test its absorbency. But if you’ve got patience, a sense of humor, and a mop, she’ll get there soon. After all, you didn't start out potty trained either. ;) Oh, and did I mention? Black Labbath is kennel trained. She hasn’t been a big chewer yet, but let’s be real — she’s still a puppy, and we all know how that goes. Puppy-proofing is still highly recommended, because, well... puppy. How many things did you try putting in your mouth when you were a baby? Exactly. So, while she might not be nibbling on your favorite shoes yet, don’t tempt fate. So, if you’re ready to bring home a delightful smooch factory that’s also cuddly and ridiculously cute, Black Labbath is your girl. Just remember, you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app, because apparently, just admiring her from afar isn’t enough (sigh). Once that’s done, we’ll send it to her foster family, and then you can pick her up in Tulsa, OK — because what’s better than a road trip to pick up your new best friend? Get on it, folks! She’s waiting.

If you have any questions or would like to adopt Black Labbath, please reach out to the adoption group directly. PetSmart Charities does not facilitate the adoption process. Thank you.