*Warning: may cause instant emotional attachment.*
My name is Sugar. I may be on the smaller side compared to my siblings (think compact marshmallow), but don’t let my fun-size stature fool you—I can absolutely zoom when the mood strikes. I enjoy a good run, a solid play session, maybe a brief moment of athleticism… and then I’m done. I will be over there. Laying down. By myself. Reflecting. Because unlike some puppies, I know when it’s time to clock out and recharge. Basically, I’m the perfect balance of playful puppy energy and soft, sweet, cuddle-first temperament. So if you’re looking for a dog who’s sweet without being wild, playful without being overwhelming, and snuggly without shame—congrats. You found me. I’m Sugar. And I absolutely live up to the name. 🍬💛
I am a 3–4 month old, 22-lb male Great Pyrenees mix, proud member of the Brew Crew (yes, we’re a thing, yes, we’re adorable). My siblings and I didn’t exactly have the smoothest start to life. We were found abandoned, which is rude, frankly, but luckily a very kind Good Samaritan stepped in and kept us safe. They loved us, but couldn’t keep us long-term, so they did the absolute best thing possible and handed us over to PPFT so we could find our real forever homes. Okay… deep breath. Here’s the part of my story that’s quieter—and heavier. At some point before I was rescued, I fractured my leg. We don’t know exactly how it happened—maybe I was hit by a car, maybe it was blunt force trauma—but what we do know is that it happened when I didn’t have anyone to keep me safe. No comfort. No vet. Just a baby puppy trying to survive. By the time kind humans stepped in, my leg had already started healing on its own. Which sounds hopeful—and it is—but it also means I walked around injured for who knows how long because there was no one there to help me sooner. The good news is the X-rays show it’s healing well, and because I’m still growing, the vet believes my leg should continue to correct itself with time. So, while I may walk around with a bit of a limp, I am one tough cookiNow we’re safe, growing, learning how to puppy properly, and waiting for our happily-ever-afters like the soft, fluffy protagonists we are. I’ve taken this opportunity to lean fully into my strengths: sweetness, snuggles, emotional availability, and being carried like a baby.
Oh, other dogs? Yes. Big fan. Huge. Five stars. I love other dogs. Love them. Adore them. Will absolutely run, wrestle, tumble, and engage in highly competitive puppy WWE matches with them. I am enthusiastic, joyful, and fully committed to playtime. And then—because I am emotionally mature and in touch with my limits—I will be the first one to say, “Okay, that was fun, I’m done now,” and wander off to take a nap. So officially, my relationship status with cats is “unknown.” What I can tell you is that I’m generally a pretty chill dude with a solid off switch and a strong appreciation for minding my own business. But until I meet a cat and receive my formal evaluation (likely via intense staring), this remains an unanswered chapter in my autobiography. Kids? Yes. Specifically teenagers—the tall ones who move fast, make noise, and think they’re very cool. I haven’t tested the tiny, grabby human category yet, so my experience is limited to the older models. But with teens? I was chill, well-mannered, and didn’t embarrass myself even once. A solid performance, if I do say so myself.
Ah, the age-old question: adventurer or homebody? Let's see, I absolutely love to play. I run. I zoom. I participate enthusiastically in all activities that involve legs, grass, or other dogs also running for no clear reason. I’m in it. I commit. I give 110%. And then—when my work is done—I love a good, hard nap. So could I be an adventure-seeker? Sure. Am I a homebody? Also yes. I believe in balance. Now, let’s talk snuggles. I love them. Deeply. I enjoy being held like a baby. Cradled. Carried. Rocked. If you scoop me up, I will immediately turn into a melted marshmallow and pretend I was born to be carried everywhere. No shame. Zero. And yes, I currently am healing from a fracture in my leg, but before you get sad—don’t. I’m tough as nails. I’m handling it like a champ, barely complaining, and honestly acting like this is just a minor inconvenience in my otherwise very busy schedule of being adorable and emotionally supportive. So in summary: I’m sweet, small-ish, soft-hearted, quietly confident, wildly snuggly, and apparently resilient enough to star in my own inspirational montage. If you’re looking for a gentle soul with puppy playfulness, calm vibes, and the strength of a tiny warrior wrapped in fluff…I am totally him.
Now, a quick note for my future family—because transparency is important and I respect informed decision-making. I am a puppy. A baby. A literal child. Which means certain things will be your responsibility, not mine. For example: Potty training — I am not born knowing where your bathroom boundaries are. Training — I have a very good brain, but it needs guidance, consistency, and snacks. Yes, lots of snacks. Socialization — it’s your job to show me the world so I can grow up confident, polite, and brag-worthy. Like make your grandma want to take me home with her brag worthy. Puppy proofing — if you leave it within reach, that’s on you. I don't know what you are emotionally attached to yet. Help me become the kind of dog who makes you feel like you absolutely nailed this whole dog-parent thing. I’ll bring the sweetness, the cuddles, the resilience, and the charm. You bring the structure, the patience, and treats. Deal? 🐾💛
And now, the part where you stop scrolling, sigh dramatically, and say, “Okay fine, we’ll apply.” All I ask is that you fill out an adoption application at pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so PPFT can send it over to my very important foster family (they’re kind of a big deal). Then you’ll come pick me up in Norman, OK, where I will calmly and politely change your entire life.
No pressure.
Okay—some pressure.
But the good kind. The “wow we really lucked out” kind.
Apply responsibly.
Love Sugar. 🐾💛
