Where's the Whiskey?

Despite our disappointment following the experience with the local Doberman Rescue, we continued our search for a new dog. Our next stop was the nearby animal shelter that had recently taken in a Doberman puppy that was found wandering alone in a park. We brought Colt and Tyson to the shelter to do a group introduction to see if this puppy would be a good fit for our family. The puppy, Lola, was absolutely adorable and we all just loved her. She was tiny though, really tiny! She was way smaller than Colt was when he was four months old. Her size caused us some concern because Colt is on the large end for male Dobermans. He weighs 90 lbs and is still growing, so we wanted to make sure our next dog would be able play with him without the risk of getting trampled by accident. We left the shelter without Lola that day, which was so hard! I have never seen a puppy I didn't want to take home! She was too small, which leads me to believe she was either an extra small runt from her litter, or she was actually a mix of some kind of smaller breed as well.
Strangely enough, that same day Colt's breeder contacted me to see if we were still searching for a new dog. I had mentioned to her months earlier that we were considering a new addition. I told her we were looking around and had actually been at the shelter earlier that morning. She recommended I get in touch with a friend of hers who recently had a litter of puppies sired by Colt's brother, because she thought he may have a few remaining. I followed up on her contact and he did in fact have a red female two month old puppy. He offered us a fantastic deal for a beautiful puppy, and we had the peace of mind knowing that she had AKC paperwork and a bloodline with great health and temperament. We got our little girl the following Thursday and named her Whiskey!!