Hi. I’m Lucibelle — your full-time, on-call, board-certified (self-appointed) Emotional Support Specialist with a minor in Advanced Hug Distribution. Yes, Lucibelle, like a Southern belle… but fluffier. And with better hugs. I am, in fact, ridiculously sweet. The kind of sweet that makes people say things like, “Oh my goodness,” in soft voices while I politely accept their admiration. I gently distribute love like a fluffy Hallmark card that also sheds.
I am 44 pounds of six-month-old Great Pyrenees fluff who recently discovered that poultry and I have… creative differences. In my defense, no one explained that “poultry guardian” and “poultry enthusiast” are not the same thing. I got a little too… invested. My previous owners realized farm life, and we were perhaps not aligned in our career goals, so they surrendered me to the PPFT's fluffy-butt program so I could find a home better suited to my talents. And by “better suited,” I mean a home with absolutely no live poultry. None. Zero. Feathers should only exist if they are attached to a toy I can proudly parade around the living room like a victorious marshmallow.
Sooooo, let's talk about socialization now. You know… that thing PPFT is always gently (and not-so-gently) preaching about with puppies? Well. It is because of girls like me. You see, my former family never really socialized me around other dogs. So while I am fluent in Human Adoration, Advanced Hugging, and Professional Leaning… I am not exactly bilingual in Dog-to-Dog Etiquette. When another dog is around, my brain goes: “Oh. A creature. In my vicinity. Near my things. Near my humans. Near my oxygen.” And I don’t currently feel inspired to share any of it. At six months old, I’ve spent my entire life believing everything is mine. And when another dog shows up, I make it very clear that I did not approve this meeting. Could I learn? Yes. I am young. I am smart. I am very capable. But let’s be honest — undoing six months of “only child energy” would take a very dog-savvy family, an extremely chill resident dog (think zen master, not frat boy), and probably a good trainer to help me understand that the world will not collapse if I share a water bowl. So for everyone’s sanity — including mine — I would thrive best as your one and only girl. The exclusive fluffy queen of the castle. Socialization is still important. I should absolutely continue building confidence and neutrality around other dogs in controlled, positive ways. But living with another dog full-time? Let’s not set the group project up to fail. I am not a bad dog. I am an under-socialized dog who never learned the social rules. There’s a difference. I am not currently being fostered with cats. Could I potentially learn to coexist with a very dog-savvy, unbothered, confident cat who doesn’t run? Maybe. But if your cat is the type to sprint, scale walls, and scream like it’s in a horror film? Well, I just don't know. Children? Oh yes. The tiny humans. I approve. According to my previous home — and honestly, confirmed by my own tail — I like them. When I see kids, my tail goes into full windshield-wiper mode and I immediately think, “Ah yes. My people. The short ones.” I approach with happy energy, soft eyes, and that perfect blend of gentle-but-playful. I’m not out here bowling toddlers over like a furry linebacker. I’m more of a “hello tiny human, would you like to pet this luxurious cloud?” kind of girl. Now, let’s remember: I am six months old. I am still growing. I am still learning. I can be playful and bouncy, so while I may be gentle, I am also fluff with momentum at times.
Energy level? A solid 3. I know. I look like I should be scaling mountains and wrestling coyotes before breakfast. But emotionally? Spiritually? I am more “soft background music and a good nap” than “parkour champion.” I’m not here to run marathons. I’m here to supervise your household with mild interest and then settle in for a cuddle shift. So if you’re looking for a high-octane, zoomie-fueled chaos gremlin… respectfully, that is not my brand. If you’re looking for calm, steady, affectionate, and emotionally available with occasional light activity. Congratulations. You found your girl. Car rides? Please. I was born to be a passenger princess . Once I’m in? I am a chill co-pilot. I enjoy looking out the window, monitoring traffic, judging other drivers silently, and occasionally sniffing the breeze like I’m in a coming-of-age movie. If you need a road trip buddy who won’t argue about the music and won’t ask, “Are we there yet?” every six minutes…I am accepting applications. ;) Leash manners? Oh, I don’t mean to brag… but I am basically a fluffy little professional. I love walks, but in a refined, dignified manner. I’m not trying to break land speed records — I’m just out here stretching my legs, monitoring the neighborhood, and occasionally sniffing something important. Adventure seeker? Let’s not get carried away. I am what you would call a refined homebody with selective outdoor interests. I prefer the “casual stroll followed by immediate couch snuggle” lifestyle. I love curling up next to you for a good movie. Long, intense excursions? Hard pass. Short, enjoyable walks with a prompt return to the couch kingdom? Perfect. So if you’re an adrenaline junkie looking for a trail-blazing sidekick, I may not be your girl. But if you want a loyal, affectionate, couch-snuggling co-star who appreciates fresh air in reasonable portions...I will start warming up the couch for you. Overall temperament? Happy-go-lucky fluff a master’s degree in cuddling. My hugs are slow, lean-in, heart-melting events. I don’t body slam. I embrace. I’m silly. I’m affectionate. I’m playful without being overwhelming. I’m a goofball who can roll in the grass one minute and rest my head on you like you are my entire emotional support system the next.
Fence or no fence? I’m versatile. I walk beautifully on a leash. If you take me out consistently and give me attention, I can absolutely thrive without a fenced yard. Now… do I enjoy being outside? Yes. I’m a Great Pyrenees. Fresh air, light yard patrols, casual sunbathing — it speaks to me. So a securely fenced yard is always a lovely bonus. It allows me to supervise the breeze at my leisure. But I don’t require acreage and livestock (we’ve learned lessons there). I require structure, consistency, and humans who pay attention. Commands? Yes, I am not just a pretty face. I know sit, wait, here, and bring. So yes. I have skills. I have manners. I have potential. And I will happily demonstrate all of the above… for the right compensation package. Potty trained? Yes, I am a lady after all. As long as you continue taking me out consistently and don’t expect me to magically teleport to the yard on my own, we will have zero issues. Kennel? Yes, I’ve been kenneled. And no, I do not stage dramatic protests. If you present a treat, I will enter my chamber willingly like royalty accepting accommodations. Do I chew on things I shouldn’t? No. I know...I know...quite impressive right? As long as I have appropriate toys and you continue being a responsible human who provides them, I have zero interest in interior destruction. Do I bark? Listen, I am a Great Pyrenees. Silence is not in our official job description. But I am not out here hosting a 24/7 talk show. For the most part, I’m pretty quiet. I don’t bark just to hear my own voice. I save it for when I feel there is something worth noting.
If you have made it this far, congratulations. You are clearly emotionally prepared for 44 pounds of a soft cloud that will look at you ike you hung the moon. Now here’s the part where you don’t just whisper “aww” and scroll away. If you would like to apply for the position of Lucibelle’s Forever Human, you will need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app. Do not comment "I want". Do not send smoke signals. Fill. Out. The. Application. Then — and this is important — you will need to come pick me up in Oklahoma City. I will not Uber to you. I am a passenger princess, not a delivery service. So if you’re ready for a sweet, snuggly, low-energy, emotionally supportive fluffy queen who has retired from poultry management and is ready for her forever couch…
Go apply.
I’ll be here.
Waiting patiently.
Probably napping.
Love Lucibelle <3
