Laney

Hi, I’m Laney — your soft-spoken, gentle-hearted, “I’ll just sit quietly and love you from over here until you notice me” kind of girl. I’m not going to bulldoze my way into your life or demand attention like some over-caffeinated toddler in a fur coat. No, no… I prefer a more refined approach. Think: shy smile, soft tail wag, and a hopeful little glance that says, “If you’re accepting applications for Best Friend, I’d like to humbly submit mine.” I’m sweet, calm, and about as non-confrontational as it gets. If there were an award for “Most Likely to Say ‘You First’ in Every Situation,” I’d already have a trophy… and I’d probably let someone else hold it. I don’t need to be the center of attention—I just want to be your quiet little shadow, soaking up love and giving it right back in the softest, most sincere way. Basically, if you’ve been looking for a gentle soul who isn’t here to cause a scene but is here to steal your heart… congratulations. You found me.<br/><br/>I’m Laney — 2 years old, 70 pounds of fluffy good intentions, and former “chicken guardian” turned… let’s call it chicken enthusiast. 🐔 See, my job description said “protect the chickens.” What it did not clearly outline was that I was not supposed to get… emotionally invested in them. Or chase them. Or treat them like my own personal, very exciting feathered hobby. Details, really. So, my career in poultry security has come to an end. My previous family made the kind and responsible decision to let me find a home that doesn’t expect me to clock in as Head of Chicken Protection Services… because, respectfully, I will not be succeeding in that role. Ever. What will I succeed at? Being a sweet, calm, gentle girl who just wants a soft place to land and people to love. I’m reserved at first — the type who quietly observes before deciding you’re my person — but once I do, I’m all in. So if your household does not include free-range temptations… and you’re looking for a low-key, tender-hearted girl who has officially retired from farm duties… I’m ready to take on my new role as your full-time best friend.<br/><br/>How do I get along with other dogs? Oh, I’m what you might call a professional observer. I currently live with a foster brother who has taken it upon himself to be my life coach. He’s very passionate about things like “this is food,” “this is where we potty,” and “these are sticks and you should be obsessed with them.” I appreciate his enthusiasm. I really do. I simply choose… not to participate. I mostly follow his lead when it comes to important life decisions—like where the bathroom is and which furniture is apparently acceptable to grace with our presence. He’s been very helpful in my transition from “unsure new girl” to “okay fine, I live here now.” As for playtime? He’s out here auditioning for a role in Extreme Backyard Olympics, and I’m more of a “light social interaction and then back to minding my business” kind of girl. I’m not into toys, fetch, or his prized collection of sticks (which he seems to think are life-changing). But I will absolutely give a polite nose boop or a gentle nuzzle to acknowledge his efforts. So yes, I like other dogs… I just prefer them in a “friendly coworker I occasionally chat with” kind of way, not a “let’s sprint in circles for no reason” situation. Now, one day that may change as I gain confidence, but if that is the sole reason you want to adopt another dog...I am not that girl as of now. How do I do with cats? There is a cat here who firmly believes she is in charge of everything, including me. She has issued several very serious threats of violence (mostly in the form of dramatic staring and occasional sass), and I have responded appropriately by… not caring at all. I acknowledge her presence. She acknowledges mine. We then go about our separate, very important lives. Have I been around kids? No. And based on my personal preferences… I feel like I should probably submit some notes before we just jump into that situation. I’m a calm, soft-spoken, “inside voice at all times” kind of girl. Loud noises? Not my favorite. Sudden chaos? Hard pass. Rough play? Absolutely not in my job description. So while I haven’t officially met any tiny humans yet, I think it’s safe to say I’d prefer the kind who understand that I am not a jungle gym, a race track, or part of a wrestling team. If they come in gentle, respectful, and maybe a little on the quieter side, we could probably be just fine. If they come in hot, yelling, and flailing like they just drank three juice boxes and made a life choice… I will be respectfully removing myself from the situation. <br/><br/>Energy level? I would like to formally identify as a 2 out of 10. Yes, two. Not a typo. If you’re looking for a hiking partner who scales mountains at sunrise… I wish you the best in that search. If you’re looking for a soft, quiet presence who will gently exist next to you like a very fluffy emotional support cloud? Hi. It’s me. Car rides? I’ll get in just fine—very cooperative, very demure. Getting out, however, requires a bit of a motivational speech. Once I’m in, I sit in my assigned seat like the well-mannered passenger I am, occasionally gazing out the window. Adventure-seeker? Absolutely not. Homebody? Deeply, profoundly yes. My favorite activity is being near my person… ideally laying next to them while they do things, or while I nap, or while I observe them doing things while I nap. I have the energy of a retired librarian and I’m only two years old, which honestly feels like an accomplishment. Temperament-wise, I’m a gentle, sensitive soul. I can be fearful, especially with new things, and I do take my time learning that the world is a safe place. It’s likely I didn’t always have the kindest experiences before coming into rescue, and I’m still working through that—especially around men. But here’s the important part: every single day, I get a little braver. And underneath that cautious exterior? I am incredibly loving. Once I trust you, I will choose you—quietly, sweetly, and wholeheartedly. I just need someone patient enough to let me get there in my own time.<br/><br/>Let’s talk about my lifestyle preferences… because I do, in fact, have standards. A fenced yard would be ideal for me. Not because I’m out there hosting backyard Olympics (we’ve already established I’m a solid 2/10 on the energy scale), but because when I first arrived, I did conduct a very thorough “perimeter inspection.” You know, just checking for… opportunities. I didn’t actually try anything, but I like to stay informed. For research purposes. Potty training? We have a routine, and I’m a big fan of structure. I also give polite little signs when I need to go out. After the first 24 hours, I decided accidents were not aligned with my personal brand. Crates? Unclear. I did a short stint in a playpen and handled it like a champ, but honestly, I’ve proven I can be trusted to just exist in the house like a civilized adult. I don’t chew on things I shouldn’t. I don’t have mischievous habits. I’m not out here redecorating your home or making questionable life choices. I’m actually quite respectful, which feels like it should be celebrated more. Barking? I offer one (1) polite courtesy bark when the doorbell rings. I believe this is what the others refer to as “peer pressure.” I participate just enough to be included, then I return to my peaceful existence. Overall, I am a very gentle, submissive, and sensitive girl. I can be fearful, but I have shown zero signs of aggression—just a lot of quiet observation and careful learning. I’m especially fond of women and tend to feel safest there, but I am working on building confidence every single day. <br/><br/>If you think you’re worthy of this level of peaceful perfection, you’ll need to fill out an adoption application so the nice humans can pass it along to my foster family for approval. Yes, there is a process. No, you cannot just show up and claim me like a free sample at Costco.<br/><br/>Once you’ve impressed everyone with your excellent life choices, you’ll also need to pick me up in Oklahoma City, OK. I will not be teleporting, shipping, or arriving via stork. I’m old-fashioned like that.<br/><br/>Go ahead… apply at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app<br/>I’ll be here—quietly judging your application in the most polite, submissive way possible.

Hi, I’m Laney — your soft-spoken, gentle-hearted, “I’ll just sit quietly and love you from over here until you notice me” kind of girl. I’m not going to bulldoze my way into your life or demand attention like some over-caffeinated toddler in a fur coat. No, no… I prefer a more refined approach. Think: shy smile, soft tail wag, and a hopeful little glance that says, “If you’re accepting applications for Best Friend, I’d like to humbly submit mine.” I’m sweet, calm, and about as non-confrontational as it gets. If there were an award for “Most Likely to Say ‘You First’ in Every Situation,” I’d already have a trophy… and I’d probably let someone else hold it. I don’t need to be the center of attention—I just want to be your quiet little shadow, soaking up love and giving it right back in the softest, most sincere way. Basically, if you’ve been looking for a gentle soul who isn’t here to cause a scene but is here to steal your heart… congratulations. You found me.

I’m Laney — 2 years old, 70 pounds of fluffy good intenti

Hi, I’m Laney — your soft-spoken, gentle-hearted, “I’ll just sit quietly and love you from over here until you notice me” kind of girl. I’m not going to bulldoze my way into your life or demand attention like some over-caffeinated toddler in a fur coat. No, no… I prefer a more refined approach. Think: shy smile, soft tail wag, and a hopeful little glance that says, “If you’re accepting applications for Best Friend, I’d like to humbly submit mine.” I’m sweet, calm, and about as non-confrontational as it gets. If there were an award for “Most Likely to Say ‘You First’ in Every Situation,” I’d already have a trophy… and I’d probably let someone else hold it. I don’t need to be the center of attention—I just want to be your quiet little shadow, soaking up love and giving it right back in the softest, most sincere way. Basically, if you’ve been looking for a gentle soul who isn’t here to cause a scene but is here to steal your heart… congratulations. You found me.

I’m Laney — 2 years old, 70 pounds of fluffy good intentions, and former “chicken guardian” turned… let’s call it chicken enthusiast. 🐔 See, my job description said “protect the chickens.” What it did not clearly outline was that I was not supposed to get… emotionally invested in them. Or chase them. Or treat them like my own personal, very exciting feathered hobby. Details, really. So, my career in poultry security has come to an end. My previous fami