Hi. I’m Doriane, and if I were a dessert, I’d be the one you reach for when the day has been a lot and you just need something soft, sweet, and deeply reassuring. Think warm vanilla pudding, or that perfectly baked sugar cookie that tastes like childhood and good decisions. Comforting. Familiar. Impossible not to love. Let’s talk about my ears for a moment, because they deserve their own paragraph. They are soft. Like velvet. Like “you did not plan to pet me for this long but here we are” soft. People touch them once and immediately forget what they were doing before. I consider this a personal talent and will be leaning into it heavily. So if you’re looking for a dog who is equal parts elegance, comfort, and subtle Pyr attitude—wrapped up in a smaller, snuggle-approved size—I’m ready.
Allow me to introduce my stats, since apparently that matters: I am approximately 1 year old (possibly younger—time is a social construct), a 45–50 lb-ish female Great Pyrenees mix. “Pocket Pyr,” if you will. All the essence of a Pyr, just… fun-sized. Basically, I’m the Great Pyrenees starter pack: manageable size, big heart, lots of potential, and just enough sass to keep things entertaining. I should probably tell you a little about where I came from—because while my life didn’t start out sweet, I’m doing my absolute best to make sure my future is. I came into rescue after being abandoned and landing in a shelter, and I’ll be honest… my time on my own wasn’t very kind to me. Somewhere along the way, humans failed me in ways I didn’t deserve. I was shot with BB guns, and I did have a fracture to my hind left leg—but by the time I was finally safe and seen by a vet, my body had already started doing what it does best: healing. The fracture was mending on its own, and the BBs aren’t causing me any pain or trouble, so no further treatment was needed. I didn’t get an easy beginning—but I’m more than ready for a beautiful, safe, and very loved next chapter. And I think I’d be really good at that part. 💛
Ah yes, my social résumé. I’m glad you asked. I love other dogs. Like… capital L, heart-eyes, immediate best-friends love. If there is a dog, I assume we are friends. If they have not agreed to this yet, I will continue trying until further notice. Murphy, for example? Not my biggest fan. Apparently my enthusiasm is “a lot” and “in his face” and “please respect personal space, ma’am.” Rude. I keep trying anyway, because optimism is a lifestyle. To be fair, he will let me sleep next to him, which I consider progress. Now Penny? Penny gets me. We play a ton. She tolerates it because she’s a saint. HOWEVER—full transparency—I do have a habit of stealing literally whatever Penny has. Toy? Mine. Treat? Ours. Object of unknown origin? Definitely mine now. Sharing is a skill I am still emotionally working toward. Because of this, I’d probably do best with a dog who is easygoing and not a resource guarder, I am not mean about it...I just think that whatever sibling has is the coolest thing ever. I do very well with cats and kittens. I am polite. I am friendly. I have no malicious intent whatsoever. Unfortunately, I am also energetic, enthusiastic, and deeply confused as to why they do not want to be my best friends immediately. Have I been around children? No. But do I feel in my soul that I would love them? Absolutely. Kids seem like smaller humans with excellent energy and questionable coordination, which really speaks to me. That said, I should be honest: I am enthusiastic. When I play, I play with my whole body, my whole heart, and occasionally my mouth. Because of this, I would probably be best with older kids who understand that I’m not trying to knock anyone over—I just forget my own strength and momentum sometimes. Smaller kids might accidentally get bulldozed by love, and nobody wants that paperwork. The good news? Once the zoomies are out and we’ve run approximately seventeen laps around the yard, I transform into a very agreeable cuddle companion. I will absolutely curl up next to you for a nap like nothing ever happened. Meeting new people? Oh, I’m into it. So far, I’ve been pretty social with every human I’ve met, which honestly tracks. I was also described as “pretty social” at the shelter, and I’d just like to say: yes. Obviously. I don’t know why this is shocking information. Am I the kind of dog who assumes strangers are future friends? Yes. Am I correct every time? Probably not. Will that stop me? Absolutely not.
My energy level is a 7, which I like to describe as “enthusiastically available". I’m not bouncing off the walls 24/7, but I am also not a decorative throw pillow. I enjoy playtime, zooming around the yard, enthusiastically engaging with my dog friends, and generally being involved in whatever is happening. If there is fun to be had, I would like to be included. That said, once I’ve burned off that energy? I am fully prepared to pivot into professional nap mode. I am not a “let’s just stay home and vibe” kind of girl—at least not at first. I want to explore. I want to see things. I want to know what’s on the other side of the yard, the fence, the street, and probably that suspicious noise over there. Life is meant to be experienced, and I would like a front-row seat. Walks? Yes. Hikes? Say less. Yard romps? Absolutely. New smells, new places, new friends who haven’t met me yet but will? Sign me up. I approach the world with enthusiasm and the strong belief that every outing is going to be the best one so far. Now, after the adventure? I am delighted to come home, collapse dramatically, and become a full-time couch ornament. Exploration first. Cozy recovery second. That’s the system. So yes—adventure-seeker at heart… with a very strong appreciation for coming back home afterward. Overall temperament? I’m a lover, not a fighter—my default setting is happy, affectionate, and fully convinced that everyone and everything is here to be enjoyed. I’d be a great fit for an active person or family who actually wants to include their dog in their life instead of treating me like a decorative rug. I want to go places, do things, and be part of the action.
Let’s talk logistics. I currently live in a home with a securely fenced yard, and love zooming around and playing with my canine companions. Could I live in an apartment or a home without a fence? Possibly—if you’re committed to regular leash walks and real engagement. That said, even if you do have a fenced yard, if you think opening the door and letting me exist outside for five minutes counts as exercise, we are going to have philosophical disagreements. Standing in a yard staring at the same grass every day is not enrichment. In summary: a secure yard is lovely, but not required. What is required is a human who understands that I need movement, stimulation, and a little daily adventure to be my best, happiest self. I am kennel trained, although as soon as you come home, I am doing quite the dance and am SO ready to be let out and spend time with you. Yes, I do bark. I am a Great Pyrenees, not a decorative plant. That said, I am selective about it. I bark less than Murphy, who barks at literally everything because that is his chosen lifestyle (very on-brand Pyr behavior). And I also bark less than Penny, who barks because she is happy, excited, and deeply in love with the world. Different motivations. here are a few things you should know about me. Mostly that I am very happy, very sweet, and deeply committed to being loved correctly. I genuinely want to please my humans, which is adorable and also extremely convenient for training. I am highly food motivated, meaning treats are not just rewards—they are currency. Full transparency: I am not a “low effort, low activity” dog. I am the dog for someone who loves the idea of a Great Pyrenees but wants a smaller, more trainable, more active version who actually enjoys doing things. If you want a dog to include in your life—walks, adventures, training, fun—hi. It’s me. If you want a lazy, sleep all day Pyr that offers judgemental stares... sadly I am not the gal for you.
If you think you’re emotionally, physically, and spiritually prepared to be adored by a small fluffy creature, then you have great taste and I am already smitten with you. All you have to do is fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app (this is the part where you prove you’re serious about me), so it can be sent to my foster family. They will review it, admire your excellent taste, and then—when the stars align—you’ll come pick me up in Tulsa, OK. Yes, you do the driving. I’ll handle the charm.
