Oh hi. Yes. It’s me. Waverly Woofington. Of the Woofingtons. We’re basically royalty, but with more fur and fewer trust funds. I am what the humans call “gentle and sensitive.” Which is code for: I read the room better than your therapist and will absolutely notice if your vibe is off. Loud chaos? Not really my aesthetic. Cozy blanket fort with soft lighting and snacks? Yes. That is my brand. I am what you might call a quiet observer. I will politely assess you before deciding if you are worthy of my full affection. Once I’ve decided you’re safe, congratulations — you now have a loyal shadow who will follow you around like a very fluffy, very devoted emotional support cloud.
I am six months old, 21 pounds of premium fluff, and allegedly a Chow Chow / American Eskimo mix. Do we know this for sure? Absolutely not. Was it confidently typed on paperwork anyway? Obviously. Rescue math works like this: Fluffy + ears + vibes = “Sure, that sounds right.”Will I remain adorable regardless of my genetic mystery? Absopawsitively. Now let’s discuss the elephant in the room — or rather, the non-elephant. I am 21 pounds at six months old. This is not “giant majestic mountain guardian” math. This is more like “deluxe medium with extra floof” math. I’ll probably top out somewhere around 40 pounds-ISH. Please note the emphasis. Because everything in rescue is an educated guess sprinkled with hope and vibes. If it’s going to emotionally unravel you should I land at 38 pounds… or 43… or wake up one day and decide to surprise everyone — it might be best for you to keep scrolling. I am not a custom-order build. I am a limited-edition mystery box.
Oh, you’d like the tea on my social life? I am what professionals might call a canine diplomat. A social butterfly. A networking icon. If there were tiny business cards at the dog park, I would absolutely have them. When it comes to other dogs, I am friendly, easygoing, and unbothered. Big dogs? Cool. Small dogs? Adorable. Dramatic dogs? I’ll allow it. I integrate into a pack like I’ve been elected mayor within 15 minutes. When I met the house cat, I conducted myself with poise. Curiosity? Absolutely. I am not blind. There was a small, mysterious creature staring at me like I owed her money. Of course I was intrigued. But I read her body language. I kept my composure. I handled myself like a civilized fluff who understands that cats are basically introverts with knives. I have experience with the teenage variety. You know — the tall ones who eat constantly and pretend they don’t want to pet you but absolutely do. I handled them beautifully. Have I been around the tiny, sticky-fingered, high-pitched versions? Not yet. However — I am a very calm and gentle soul. I am not the “body slam first, ask questions later” type. I move thoughtfully. I read energy. I prefer grace over chaos. So with proper supervision (because let’s remember I am six months old, not a licensed nanny), I would likely do well with kids of various ages.
Energy level? A solid 4. I am not a marathon runner. I am not training for the Puppy Olympics. I am not scaling your fence at dawn because “the vibes felt adventurous.” I enjoy a nice play session. A tasteful zoomie. A polite backyard romp. And then? I would very much like to return to my regularly scheduled lounging. If you’re looking for a dog who needs constant stimulation and three-hour hikes daily? I will respectfully pass the baton. If you’re looking for a companion who enjoys activity but also deeply values couch time and emotional reflection? Hello. It’s me. Adventure seeker or homebody? At this current chapter of my memoir, I am what we call a luxury homebody. I like to settle in. Observe. Assess the lighting. Evaluate the emotional climate. Make sure everyone passes the vibe check before I start gallivanting through the world like a travel influencer. Confidence is a slow bloom, darling. I am friendly. I am sweet. I like people. I just prefer to feel secure before I start signing up for brewery patios and farmers markets. But here’s the thing — as my confidence grows (and it will), I absolutely have the potential to become a “let’s go places” girl. Overall temperament? Picture a Victorian heroine… but fluffy. I am gentle. I am sensitive. I have depth. If there were background music to my life, it would be soft piano and meaningful eye contact.
Ah yes. Real estate preferences. Let’s discuss my property requirements. Given that I am in my “softly building confidence” era, a securely fenced backyard would be ideal. Could I eventually handle regular leash walks without a yard? Possibly, with patience and steady guidance as my confidence grows. But starting out, having that predictable, secure outdoor space would help me blossom instead of feeling overwhelmed. Potty trained? Let’s just say I have been conducting myself with dignity. Since arriving here, I have had zero accidents. However — and please lean in for this part — I am six months old and still relatively new to this whole “living inside a house full-time” lifestyle. So while I am off to an excellent start, my future family should not assume I arrived pre-programmed with a homeowner’s manual. Guidance. Consistency. Gentle reminders. The kennel? I do just fine, thank you. It is not my preferred long-term lifestyle — I am, after all, a companion animal — but I handle it with grace. Bark? No. I do not “bark.” That feels… pedestrian. However. I do occasionally engage in tasteful vocal expression whenever I am excited. Specifically, I “woo-woo.” If you are looking for a silent statue dog who never makes a sound, I may occasionally disappoint you with my charming little breakfast announcements. But if you enjoy a little personality — a sprinkle of sass in vocal form — then you will find my commentary delightful.
Alright. Deep breath. Final monologue moment. If you’ve made it this far, congratulations. You are clearly invested in refined fluff with emotional depth and moderate woo-woo capabilities. Now here’s the part where we discuss logistics — because love is beautiful, but paperwork is real. If you would like to be chosen by Waverly Woofington (that’s me), you will need to fill out an adoption application. Not a “hey is she still available?” message. Not a “what’s her lowest price?” inquiry. An actual application. Why? Because the nice humans need to send it to my foster family so they can confirm you are, in fact, worthy of this level of fluff. And once approved, you will need to come pick me up in Skiatook, Oklahoma. If filling out an application and driving to Skiatook feels like too much effort, then perhaps you are not prepared for a lifetime commitment to a sensitive queen.
But if you’re ready for a loyal, gentle, affectionate companion who will blossom beautifully in the right home…
Then stop scrolling.
Fill out the application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoptablefluffybutts
Secure the fluff.
I’ll be here. Waiting. Elegantly.
With hopeful, discerning affection, Waverly Woofington 🐾
