Hello. It’s me. Loki. God of Misch—okay, no. Relax. I’m actually more of a God of Gentle Vibes and Emotional Support. I’m the type of guy who bonds deeply. Once I decide you’re my person, congratulations—you now have a loyal shadow who just wants to be near you, feel safe, and soak up affection like it’s a full-time job with benefits. I don’t ask for much. Just your heart. And your couch. And maybe your constant validation. If you’re looking for a dog who’s soft, sweet, emotionally intuitive, and will look at you like you personally hung the moon—hi. It’s me. I’ve been waiting.
So here’s how my life started: I was thoughtfully deposited under a carport… with a bag of dog food… at an abandoned house. Very luxury. Very “figure it out yourself, kid.” No people, no explanation, just vibes and kibble. Would not recommend. One star. Despite that wildly unhinged introduction to the world, I’ve decided to remain soft, sensitive, and deeply interested in being loved. I’m about 5–6 months old, already a solid 50–60 pounds, and yes—I am a Pyr mix, which means I am large, gentle, emotionally complex, and absolutely convinced I deserve affection at all times. I just want attention, reassurance, and someone who understands that I’m still a baby who got dealt a weird hand.
Oh, my social life? Thriving. Thank you for asking. I currently live with three Great Pyrenees rescues, which sounds intense but is actually just one big fluffy soap opera. Fern and River are my ride-or-die playmates. We run, wrestle, and engage in what looks like full-contact backyard tom fullery but is, in fact, very professional puppy play. I play hard. I am a puppy. I regret nothing. Clara is the wise elder (9 years old), and while she acts above our nonsense, even she occasionally joins in—because deep down, no one is immune to my charm. You’re welcome, Clara. I’m what you’d call the life of the party. Case in point: I went to visit my foster’s grandmother and her four dogs and loved every single one of them immediately. First meet? No problem. New friends? Obsessed. I’m friendly, social, and apparently believe every dog is just a future bestie. That said, I do have manners. If a dog needs space or isn’t feeling me, I respect it. I’m a follower, not a bully. If someone says “no thanks,” I say “okay” and move along with my dignity mostly intact. Ah yes. Cats. The tiny, mysterious roommates who move like shadows and judge silently. I don’t get a ton of interaction time with the cats right now, but when I do see them, I keep it together. Basically, I’m the kind of guy who says, “Oh, hello, small mysterious creature,” and then waits patiently to see if friendship is on the table. So yes—cats and I are currently in a neutral-to-pleasant coexistence phase, and I’m handling it like the emotionally mature puppy I am. Ah, children. Yes. I am familiar with the larger, louder puppies called humans. I’ve spent time with a 10-year-old and her friends, and honestly? We’re a good match. They’re old enough to understand personal space, throw a ball with intention, and not scream directly into my soul. Big fan. I can absolutely see myself thriving with kids 8–10 and up who want a fetch buddy and a loyal sidekick. Now, full transparency—tiny humans might not be my ideal audience. when I’m cuddling on the couch, and I feel my attention quota has not been met, I do tend to… express myself. This may include dramatic moaning, vocal commentary, or a brief barking protest. It’s not aggressive—it’s more “sir, excuse me, you stopped petting me.” However, I fully acknowledge this could be alarming to very young children, who may not appreciate my emotional range or odd ways of communicating. Meeting new people? Oh, I handle it with class and composure, thank you very much. I’ve met grandparents. I’ve met groups of kids. I’ve met friends-of-the-household who just appear without notice. And every time, I’ve responded the same way: politely, calmly, and without throwing myself at anyone like a frat boy at a party.
On a scale from 1 to 10, my energy level is a solid 3. Basically, I’m the kind of dog who matches your vibe. If you want to play, great. If you want to chill, even better. I bring low-key energy with high-quality cuddles. A true professional in the field of relaxation. Ah, the great question: adventure dog or homebody? The answer is… yes. And also maybe. Please hold. At my core, I am very content being at home with my people. Couch? Excellent. Backyard? Solid. Humans nearby? Ideal. I’m perfectly happy living a cozy, predictable life where my biggest decision is which nap to take next. That said—I am still a puppy, which means my personality is technically in beta. With the right humans, I could absolutely grow into an adventure guy. Walks, outings, new places? I’m open to it. I just need time, confidence, and someone who won’t throw me into chaos right away and call it “enrichment.” So think of me as a selective adventurer. Home is my happy place, but with patience and the right support, I could enjoy exploring the world with you—then returning immediately to my couch to recover.
Overall temperament? Allow me to introduce myself properly (in case you haven't been paying attention so far). I am sensitive, relaxed, and deeply committed to the idea that I should be loved at all times. I’m not demanding about it—I simply arrange myself directly on your feet while you do dishes or eat dinner so you don’t forget I exist. Subtle reminders. I’m a full-time people dog. Wherever you are, I am also there. Standing? Sitting? Existing? Great. I’ll just be right next to you, preferably touching you in some way so we’re both clear on the situation. I do great with other dogs and genuinely enjoy playing with them, but let’s be honest—you are the main event. Dogs are fun. Humans are everything. Couch time is sacred, blankets are non-negotiable, and fuzzy things are my emotional support items. I once removed my foster mom’s jacket from a table so I could cuddle it. That wasn’t mischief. That was self-care. I take the word “no” very personally. Not in a rebellious way—more in a “oh no I’ve disappointed everyone and now I must emotionally process this” way. I’m gentle, a little soft-hearted, and I need reassurance that I am, in fact, still a good boy. I am a comfort dog. I want blankets, toys, warmth, closeness, and a person who understands that my love language is constant physical presence. As I grow up, I’m only going to get better at being this calm, affectionate, emotionally attached gentleman. I’m just a very large puppy with a very soft heart who wants to be your favorite thing—and make you mine. Water? Yes. Toys? Also yes. I am nothing if not well-rounded. Let’s be clear: I am not built for a life of strictly leashes. Let’s be clear: I am not built for “we’ll just do a few leash walks and call it good.” I would thrive best with a securely fenced yard, thank you very much. I need a place where I can romp, zoom a little, wrestle with dog friends, and then dramatically flop down like I’ve just completed an Olympic event. A yard lets me get my energy out on my terms—no crowds, no pressure, no unexpected joggers invading my personal space(not that I would really mind to be honest, but you get the point).
Yes. I am potty trained. As long as you continue the very reasonable arrangement of letting me out like a normal person, we will have zero issues. I take pride in this accomplishment and would like it noted on my permanent record. I am familiar with the kennel and do great in it when kenneled during the night. Yes, I do bark—but let’s not be dramatic about it I am a Pyr mix after all. I bark strategically. Mostly when I want food or attention, which feels reasonable and frankly very communicative of me. I’m not barking at ghosts, wind, doorbells, delivery drivers, or imaginary threats at 3 a.m. like some of my Pyrenees cousins. I believe in intentional barking. Ah yes. My quirks. Let’s talk about them—calmly, respectfully.....I’ll be honest: I’m still a work in progress. I had a rough start in life (10/10 do not recommend), and because of that, I have a few specific triggers that make my brain go, “Nope, absolutely not.” When those happen, I may bark or mouth—not because I’m mean or aggressive, but because I’m scared and my panic button gets pressed. It’s a trauma response. My feelings just get big sometimes. The good news? I’m already improving. I’m learning. I’m trying. What I need is a home that understands rescue dogs come with history, not just cute faces. Someone patient, gentle, willing to work with me, and committed to helping me learn that the world—and people—don’t have to be scary.
If you’re looking for a soft-hearted, couch-loving, emotionally attached Pyrenees mix who will lay on your feet while you cook, stare lovingly into your soul from three inches away, cuddle blankets like they’re priceless heirlooms, and generally make you feel like the most important person on the planet—hi. It’s me. Loki. I’m gentle, affectionate, low-key, great with other dogs, polite with strangers, and fully committed to a cozy domestic lifestyle with occasional romping privileges. If you think we might be soulmates (we probably are), you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so it can be sent to my foster family for review. This is non-negotiable. Love alone does not count. Paperwork matters. And when the stars align and you’re approved, you’ll need to pick me up in Fort Smith, AR—because I am not a teleporting dog, despite what my name suggests.
Love always,
Loki
