Hi, I’m Layla—your low-maintenance cuddle consultant with a PhD in Subtle Emotional Manipulation.
I exist perfectly in the middle ground between Velcro dog and “I’m fine, do whatever.” I will not demand your attention. I will not paw your face. I will simply release a small, carefully calibrated whine—barely audible—then place my body near yours like a legally binding suggestion. Suddenly I’m at your feet. Or beside you on the couch. Or somehow touching you with exactly one paw. Coincidence? Absolutely not. I adore my people. Deeply. Unreasonably. But I express this by being calm, cozy, and devastatingly good at cuddling. I will melt into you. I’m not clingy. I’m selectively attached. I’m not independent. I’m emotionally secure. I won’t follow you everywhere… but I will always know where you are. Just in case. If you’re looking for a dog who will love you quietly, cuddle you expertly, and guilt-trip you with nothing but a sigh and eye contact—congrats. I’m Layla and I think you need me in your life.
I’m a 1–2 year old female Pyr mix who was found wandering near a plant nursery in Stillwater right before a snowstorm, which is not ideal planning on my part, I admit. Luckily, I accidentally chose the nicest humans on earth as my audience. The entire nursery crew fell in love with me immediately (as one does), and several employees took turns making sure I was safe, warm, and appropriately adored. They tried to find my owners but no one ever claimed me, I know, I am just as shocked as you. And if you are not convinced just how amazing I am yet, I present to you example A. The owner of the nursery was one of the people who brought me to rescue and he said, and I quote, “She is the most gentle dog I’ve ever come across, and we are all going to miss her.” So, yep...I am definitely one of those dogs that touches your heart and never leaves. <3
Overall, I do quite well with other dogs, thank you very much. I especially appreciate having a confident, emotionally stable dog around to show me the ropes—someone who says, “This is how we do things here,” and I go, “Great, noted, thank you for the onboarding.” I take corrections appropriately because I am a lady. I’m also perfectly capable of communicating my own boundaries when I need space, because emotional intelligence is important and I take that seriously. While my current foster home does not include any feline supervisors, I do come with a glowing third-party review from one of the very kind humans who hosted me during my transitional housing era. According to them, I did very well with cats. Now, don't let this slip folks, because I do have a reputation to keep up with, but I reportedly even cuddled with the household cats. But you didn't hear it from me. ;) I currently live with kids aged 11 and 13, and honestly? Big fans. I actively seek them out for cuddles like it’s my job. I’m also deeply committed to our morning routine where I personally enter their bedrooms with foster mom to wake them up for school—because alarms are unreliable and I take punctuality very seriously. That said, I am a large dog, and while my intentions are pure, my body occasionally forgets its size. I have no desire to knock anyone over, but physics exists. Because of this, I’d probably be best with kids 5 years old and up, unless your toddler is particularly sturdy and unfazed by accidental Pyr-shaped love bumps.
Energy level? 6 out of 10. I enjoy my walks, my playtime, and a reasonable amount of daily activity. I will happily participate. I will engage. I will vibe. And then—once my quota is met—I will absolutely clock out and transition into professional lounging. Ah yes. The leash. My moment to shine. Once we’re moving, I walk right beside you on a loose leash, minding my manners, staying responsive, and generally acting like I’ve read the rulebook. I pay attention. I check in. I aim to please. Honestly, I take pride in being good at this. I enjoy walks. I like the routine. I like being near my person. I like feeling like we’re a team out there. Ah. Adventures. Let’s define our terms. I probably spent a good chunk of my life in the quiet countryside That said, I’m not anti-adventure. I’m just selective. Give me time, patience, and gradual exposure, and I’ll absolutely build the confidence to be someone’s adventure buddy. I want to do things—I just prefer a warm-up period instead of being thrown straight into a street festival with sirens and food trucks. So am I a homebody? Sometimes. Am I an adventure-seeker? With the right person and the right pace, absolutely. So, there’s a reason I seem observant and careful: I’ve clearly been the CEO of Figuring Things Out On My Own, LLC for a while. I watch first. I assess. I pay attention to how things work because I very much do not want to “mess it up.” Once I realize I’m safe and understand the expectations, I exhale, settle in, and turn into the sweetest, most grounded version of myself. Like, “Oh. This is mine? I belong here? Cool. I will now relax forever.” I enjoy a good run around the yard, followed immediately by a nap. Balance is important. I like being near my people, but I’m not pushy about it. I’ll lie nearby while you work, nap like it’s my job, and keep the vibes calm. I exist perfectly between Velcro dog and independent dog—close enough to feel connected, independent enough to not be exhausting.
Let’s talk real estate, because I am flexible—but with standards. Yes, I do very well with a securely fenced yard. Love it. Big fan. Great for a good zoom, a thoughtful lap around the perimeter, and then a well-earned nap. Ten out of ten. However—and this may shock you—I am not dependent on acreage. I could absolutely thrive in an apartment or a home without a fence as long as I get regular leash walks. I walk nicely, I enjoy the routine, and I do not require constant stimulation to feel fulfilled. I am, at my core, a gentle, loving girl with elite napping credentials. Potty trained? Yes. I’ve been kenneled—and I do very well, thank you. Barking? In the house? Absolutely not.Even when my foster Pyr absolutely loses her mind over squirrels, cats, or perceived threats to national security outside the window, I remain calm. Observant. Unbothered. Now—full disclosure—I have barked outside. Once. And honestly, it was more of a team-building exercise. My foster sister was barking, the vibes suggested participation, and I briefly joined the group project. Peer pressure is real. Basically, if you’re looking for a Pyr mix who didn’t get the memo about barking at literally everything—hi. It’s me.
Alright, I’ll wrap this up because I’ve clearly sold myself already. If you are feeling emotionally prepared to upgrade your life, you should probably fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app for me so it can be sent to my foster family. This is not optional if you want access to my cuddles. Bureaucracy is important. Also, you will need to pick me up in Muskogee, OK, because I am worth the drive and I do not do delivery.
