Oh, hey there! I'm Champs, a 7-year-old, 83-pound Great Pyrenees on a mission to bring joy (and a whole lot of fluff) into your life. With my majestic size and fluffy white coat, I'm basically a walking cloud of happiness. First things first, yes, I'm a big boy. My bed-sharing skills? Impeccable. Just ask anyone who's ever woken up to find themselves clinging to the edge while I sprawl out like I own the place (because let's face it, I kind of do). Now, about my age. Sure, I may be considered a senior in dog years, but don't let that fool you. I've got the energy of a pup and the wisdom of a seasoned philosopher. Plus, I've mastered the art of looking adorable while causing a bit of chaos (like leaving a trail of fur that could rival a Yeti's winter coat). Yep, you'll find my signature white fur on everything from your couch to your car seats—it's the mark of a true Great Pyrenees connoisseur. And hey, who needs a lint roller when you can wear my fur as a badge of honor?
So, let's talk about why I'm on the lookout for a new forever home. It's not because I chewed up the couch cushions or decided to redecorate the living room with toilet paper (although I've been known to do both in my younger days, I must confess). The truth is, my humans had to move because our rental house got sold. It's one of those adult things that us dogs don't really understand, but I guess it's important for them to have a roof over their heads. They realized that where they were going wouldn't be the best place for me—a big guy like me needs space to roam, sniff, and just be his fluffy self. So, they made a tough decision to find me a new home.
But fret not, my fur-loving friends! I'm not here to dwell on the past. I'm a forward-thinking pup with a heart full of hope and a tail that wags for brighter days ahead. I'm ready to find a new family who's ready to give me all the love and cuddles.
Speaking of cuddles, let's just say that I am the self-proclaimed CEO of Cuddle Enterprises. I'm not just mellow; I'm mellow with a capital "M." I'm the canine equivalent of a fluffy marshmallow—soft, squishy, and oh-so-sweet. When it comes to activity...no thank you. I prefer the slow lane. You won't catch me chasing squirrels or hiking up mountains. Nope, I'm more of a "let's find the comfiest spot on the couch" kind of guy. My idea of a workout is a leisurely stroll around the block, preferably with a pit stop for some quality sniffing time. Speaking of walks, I've mastered the art of leash etiquette. No pulling, no tangling—just a leisurely stroll with occasional stops to admire a particularly intriguing patch of grass. Car rides are where the real fun begins. I'll hop into the car like I'm auditioning for a doggy version of "The Fast and the Fur-ious." Once inside, I'll take my rightful place by the window, surveying the world outside like a furry explorer on a grand adventure. Toys? Pfft, who needs 'em? I'm more interested in belly rubs, ear scratches, and the occasional game of "find the treat" (spoiler alert: I always win). And water? Let's just say I have a talent for turning hydration into an art form. My water bowl is like a bottomless pit—I'll gulp down water like I'm training for a canine marathon.
When it comes to meeting new people, I'm a bit like a fine wine—I need a moment to warm up, but once I do, I'm all in. Picture me as the canine version of a social butterfly in slow motion. I start off reserved, taking in the scene, but once I've sniffed out the situation, I become the ultimate lap dog, ready for all the pets and snuggles you can dish out. Jumping on people? Nope, not my style. I'm more of a "gentle giant" kind of guy. No need for acrobatics when a wagging tail and a friendly nuzzle can do the trick. Now, let's talk about my doggy pals. Oh boy, I'm a regular diplomat in the dog world. I get along with all shapes and sizes, from pint-sized pugs to towering mastiffs. You name it, I'm wagging my tail and making friends. Cats, you say? I haven't had the pleasure of meeting one yet, but I like to think I'd be the perfect gentleman around them. After all, who can resist a fluffy, friendly Great Pyrenees? And kids? Oh, I'm a big fan. I've got a soft spot for the little ones. I've been around a 4-month-old human, and let me tell you, I'm a pro at gentle sniffs and keeping a watchful eye. Kids and I? We're like peanut butter and jelly—perfectly matched.
First things first, when it comes to having free roam of the house, you can count on me. I'm like a furry ninja, silently navigating the halls and making sure everything is in order. No need for a leash or confinement—I've got this house thing down pat. Now, about apartments? Bring it on! As long as I get my daily dose of exercise and cuddles, I'll happily adapt to apartment living like a pro. Space is just a state of mind, right? Potty trained? You betcha! I've got bladder control skills that would make a ninja jealous. No accidents here, folks. Just smooth, efficient bathroom breaks. But kennel trained? Ha! That's a hard pass from me. I'm more of a "give me space to stretch my legs and bask in my regal greatness" kind of guy. Crates? They cramp my style, quite literally. Barking? Ah, the sweet sound of silence. I'm not a big barker, unless of course, my fellow furry friends start the chorus. Then, I might join in for a bit of canine camaraderie.
So, if you're ready for an adventure filled with wagging tails, cozy snuggles, and endless smiles, let's make it official. I'm Champs, the canine companion of your dreams, waiting to embark on a tail-wagging journey with you. Ready to add a little fluff to your life? Let's do this!
📍 Pickup Location: Tulsa, OK
📝 Adoption App: https://www.emailmeform.com/builder/form/hx000BP7nbQvjHX49Uur80FV3
