My name is Chaz!

Introducing: Chaz, a dog so sweet he might actually give you a cavity.

You know those dogs that bark, chew your shoes, and pretend not to hear commands unless bribed with a rotisserie chicken? Yeah… Chaz missed that memo. Instead, he showed up with the emotional depth of a therapy llama and the body of a small polar bear. He’s basically a weighted blanket with fur and feelings. He’s loyal, affectionate, and probably writing poetry about you in his head right now. He will climb into your lap like a 80-pound marshmallow if given the chance—but if you so much as think “I need space,” he’ll respectfully back off like the emotionally intelligent gentleman he is. Honestly, he's so polite we’re not sure he wasn’t raised by southern grandmothers. Chaz isn’t looking for chaos, high drama, or backyard zoomie contests. He’s looking for a retirement plan. If you’ve got people to love, couches to share, and maybe a few nursing home visits to make—Chaz would like to apply for the position of Best Dog Ever.

Chaz — 80 pounds of pure gentleman wrapped in a Great Pyrenees/Golden Retriever mix, with the personality of a teddy bear who paid extra for charm lessons. He’s 3 years old, full of love, and frankly way too wholesome for the drama he’s been through. You see, Chaz’s previous home didn’t have a fence. That, combined with some neighbors who apparently think being extra is a personality trait, led to a series of unfortunate events involving threats, complaints, and—you guessed it—the sheriff. Chaz? He just wanted to sniff things and wave at people. But alas, neighborhood politics ruined his front yard freedom and his family had to make the tough decision to surrender him to us. Despite it all, Chaz remains unbothered and unbelievably sweet. He’s heart-meltingly gentle, velcro-level loyal, and absolutely convinced your lap was designed with him in mind. He does great when left alone for a bit, but he lives for your affection and would happily spend his days being your oversized emotional support animal. Now, full disclosure: Chaz did test heartworm positive when he arrived. He’s currently undergoing treatment and won’t be ready to go home until around mid-July—but trust us, he’s worth the wait. In the meantime, he’s focusing on healing, collecting belly rubs, and making everyone who meets him question their life without a Chaz in it.

Chaz is the kind of guy who enjoys other dogs the same way you might enjoy a pleasant coworker—he’s cool hanging out nearby, but don’t expect him to be organizing group games or instigating cuddle puddles. He’s more “mutual respect and personal space” than “wrestlemania in the backyard.” A social observer, not a party crasher. When it comes to cats? Oh, Chaz gets it. He’s currently residing with two feline overlords who’ve made it very clear that friendship is not on the table—and he respects that like a true gentleman. No chasing, no sniffing, no sudden movements. He’ll even nap peacefully on the bed beside them, silently auditioning for the role of “dog allowed in the royal presence.” As for kids? We haven’t tested him around any, but considering his default setting is “love me, I’m perfect,” odds are good he’d be charmed by the tiny humans and their snack-dropping tendencies. He seems like the kind of dog who would politely tolerate tea parties and then lay at the feet of your toddler like some kind of majestic, oversized nanny. Now, strangers? Chaz doesn’t do strangers. He does instant best friends. You walk through the door, and he’s already halfway to belly-up, demanding affection like you’ve known each other since kindergarten. Personal space? Never heard of her. If you’ve got hands, Chaz has a job for them: petting. Immediately. And often.

If Chaz’s energy level were a hybrid animal, he’d be somewhere between a basset hound and a very polite houseplant. We’re talking a 2 out of 10 on the energy scale—and honestly, that’s being generous. He’s not out here chasing balls or training for a 5K. He’s conserving energy like he’s prepping for hibernation. Sleeping is his cardio. When it comes to car rides, Chaz is an absolute gentleman. He climbs in, settles into the backseat like he’s been chauffeured his whole life, and proceeds to nap like he’s got a spa appointment waiting at the next stop. No whining. No flopping. No dramatic reenactments of “the car is lava.” Just peaceful, majestic loaf mode. You might even forget he’s back there… until his 80-pound body starts softly snoring. Leash walking? Oh, he nails it. Chaz walks so politely on a leash, you'd think he read the training manual himself. He doesn’t pull, doesn’t zigzag, doesn’t attempt to dislocate your shoulder for a squirrel 50 feet away. Honestly, it’s a little suspicious—like maybe he’s a retired dog-walking coach just slumming it in rescue for the vibes. Right now, Chaz is all about that homebody life. Tile floors? Aesthetic. Air conditioning? Essential. Couch naps? Non-negotiable. While he may one day embrace the occasional Target run or park outing, for now, he’s not about that influencer-dog lifestyle. He’s more of a “judge the neighbors from the window and then nap about it” kind of guy. Temperament-wise, Chaz is a gentle, love-seeking, emotionally stable rock of a dog. He’s got the snuggle skills of a lap dog with the size of a linebacker, and somehow he pulls it off. He wants to be close to his people—preferably in their lap—but he also understands boundaries when necessary. He's sweet enough to melt hearts in retirement homes and emotionally supportive enough to be hired as a full-time comfort animal. If he had a LinkedIn, it would just say “Professional Good Boy.” His favorite activity? Napping. No competition. Gold medal in stillness. Sunspots, cold tile, your feet—he’ll nap anywhere, and he’ll do it well. He might enjoy toys, but don’t expect high-energy fetch sessions. He’s not here for cardio. He’s here for comfort. As for his living situation, Chaz will definitely need a securely fenced yard. He’s not exactly sprinting laps, but let’s not tempt fate with an unfenced “free spirit” moment. He knows commands like sit, down, come, and wait—but let’s be honest, if he’s already lying down, asking him to “sit” feels like a personal insult to his rest. Chaz isn’t just a dog. He’s a lifestyle—and that lifestyle involves long naps, short walks, and all the love you can possibly give.

Chaz is potty trained. He’s far too refined to go about doing his business indoors like some kind of uncultured gremlin. He's a gentleman, after all—not a frat boy. As for the whole kennel situation… well, we would tell you how he does in a crate, but unfortunately, unless we special order a shipping container or convert a small guest room, we simply don’t have one big enough to test it. So for now, we’re pleading the Fifth and hoping you’ll accept “free-range house hippo” as his current living arrangement. He hasn’t destroyed anything, hasn’t staged a couch coup, and seems perfectly happy lounging like royalty—so we’re calling that a win. Chaz isn’t out here trying to be the next canine news anchor, but he will issue a formal press release if the UPS guy dares to step foot on the porch. Delivery drivers? Absolutely worth a few stern words. Random squirrels? Meh. Visiting neighbors? Not even worth a side-eye. He’s what we call a purposeful barker—he’s got standards, people. And once you acknowledge his valiant effort with a “thank you, good boy,” he’ll promptly shut it down like a polite security guard clocking out.

So, if you’re ready to welcome 80 pounds of love, fluff, and emotionally intelligent napping into your life, Chaz might just be your soulmate with four paws. But don’t get too excited just yet—he’s still finishing up his heartworm treatment, so he won’t be ready to leave until around mid-July. (You know, doctor's orders and all that.) If you’re already mentally rearranging your furniture to make space for your new oversized shadow, go ahead and fill out that adoption app at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app. Just remember: pickup is in Sand Springs, OK—no, we won’t be airlifting him to you like some floofy Amazon Prime delivery. You come to him. He’s worth the drive.