Ohhh Parsley 🌿
The unsung hero of the spice rack. The garnish you didn’t ask for but absolutely needed.
Parsley is the puppy equivalent of that ingredient everyone forgets about… until it’s missing and suddenly everything feels wrong. She’s not here to burn your mouth off or demand attention like a ghost pepper. She’s here to quietly make your life better while looking extremely cute about it. That said—don’t let the garnish fool you. She absolutely loves to play and wrestle with her siblings, and she can hold her own in the puppy rumble when needed. But the real magic happens when you scoop her up for cuddles. Parsley doesn’t resist. Parsley doesn’t wiggle. Parsley simply dissolves into you like butter on warm bread, instantly transforming from playful puppy into a calm, snuggly little seasoning packet of love. She’s the perfect blend: just enough puppy spice to keep things fun, with a soft, cozy finish that makes you want to sit down, cuddle her and never move again.
Parsley is a 6-week-old, 7.5-lb female Pyr/Lab mix (based on mama Rosemary’s looks), and yes — before you ask — the dad is a mystery spice. Our working theory changes daily, but given the current size of Parsley and her siblings, we’re pretty confident he was not only devastatingly handsome but also hovering somewhere in the “small pony” weight class. Mama Rosemary clocks in around 72 lbs, so our best guess is these pups will land in the 60–70ish lb range… but honestly? We could be absolutely correct, or laughably wrong. Either way, congratulations — adopting Parsley means signing up for a daily game of “What Are You?” and “How Big Will You Get?”, complete with friendly wagers against your partner and zero actual answers. Parsley came to us after her mom was rescued off the urgent list heavily pregnant, so this little lady has known nothing but safety, warmth, and love since day one. No rough starts. No scary chapters. Just a life that began wrapped in care — and it shows in every soft cuddle and happy tail wag. Parsley herself is that perfect seasoning you didn’t realize you needed. She’s content to methodically dig through the toy box like a tiny home chef, carefully selecting the best option before committing. She loves to play, loves to wrestle with her siblings, and fully understands the importance of good, honest puppy silliness. In short: she’s fresh, she’s comforting, she goes with everything… and somehow, she’s already becoming quite essential to your family.
Parsley is extremely interested in expanding her social circle… in theory. She would love to meet the aunties, cousins, neighbors, and probably the mailman eventually, but for now she’s perfectly content running her little puppy empire with mom and siblings. Big dogs are fascinating, exciting, and clearly very important — she just hasn’t quite worked up the courage (or the leg length) to fully commit yet. Cats remain a mythical creature in Parsley’s world. We’ve heard whispers. Legends. Possibly folklore. But as of now, she has not encountered one in the wild, so her official stance is “no comment but probably would try to befriend." Kids are also currently a mystery. She hasn’t met any yet, but given her general vibe, we suspect she’ll approach them the same way she approaches most things in life: cautiously optimistic, slightly wiggly, and fully prepared to melt into whoever is holding her.
Parsley clocks in at about a 7/10 on the energy scale, which means she has opinions about playtime and fully expects you to honor them — but she’s not running laps on the ceiling screaming into the void. Personality-wise, Parsley is our tiny spice, and she is quietly involved in everything happening in the puppy room. She doesn’t need to be the loudest or the wildest to be relevant — she just appears wherever the action is, like she teleported there. She wrestles. She barks. She participates fully in puppy nonsense. And then — the SECOND you pick her up — she turns into a warm loaf of bread. No resistance. No complaints. Just immediate shutdown into snuggle mode like, “Yes, thank you, this is correct.”
Your mission — should you choose to accept it — is to turn Parsley from a tiny garnish into a fully functioning, well-seasoned member of society. Parsley is not born knowing things. Important things. Like where to potty. Or why shoes are not for tasting. Or that the vacuum is not, in fact, a personal enemy. Potty training? That’s on you, chef. Socialization? Also you. Parsley needs exposure to people, dogs, kids, sounds, surfaces, car rides, and that one object that will inexplicably terrify her for three weeks straight. She is sweet and curious, but the world is big. Training? Yes. Absolutely. Parsley is not going to wake up one day knowing “sit,” “stay,” or “please stop stealing the remote.” She’s a blank recipe card. A tiny sponge. A little fluff waiting to be properly seasoned. Parsley brings the perfect base — playful, affectionate, observant, and endlessly endearing. With the right guidance, she won’t just be a good dog… she’ll be the kind of dog people ask about, remember, and secretly hope you’ll bring along next time.
So here’s the deal: if you’re looking for a puppy who is equal parts playful spice and premium cuddle ingredient, Parsley is ready to report for duty. If you’re emotionally prepared to fall in love, argue with your partner about how big she might get, and spend the next few months telling people, “Yes, she’s a Pyr mix… no, we’re not entirely sure with what,” then congratulations — this might be your girl.
Now for the fine print: you do need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app . This is not optional, no matter how confident you are that “she already feels like family.” We promise it’s necessary so we can send it over to her foster family. And yes, you will need to pick her up in Broken Arrow, OK — Parsley is adorable, not magical. She does not teleport.
And one more thing: Parsley cannot go home until after February 24th. She’s got important puppy business to finish first. So apply now, get approved, and spend the waiting period mentally rearranging your life to accommodate a tiny, fluffy seasoning that is about to become essential in the best way.
