Oh. Hi. Yes. It’s me. Gretchen Wieners. So you’ve clicked on me. That makes sense. I do have very good hair. You may begin your admiration now. I know what you’re thinking: “Is she going to try to make ‘fetch’ happen?” No. I’m going to make adoption happen. Focus.
I am an 8-week-old, 7-pound female Border Collie mix, which basically means I come in a tiny, fluffy package, but my brain is already running advanced software. So here’s my origin story. I was part of an unexpected litter, but don’t worry, my mama is getting spayed. My siblings and I suddenly needed somewhere safe to land, and thankfully, some very nice humans stepped up. Because being this adorable and homeless? Absolutely not. That is not the vibe.
How do I get along with other dogs? I love to play. I love to wrestle. I love to bounce around I do come in with confidence because obviously everyone wants to be my friend. But truly — I thrive with other dogs. I love having playmates. I love having a squad. I bring the energy, the fun, and the very important role of a morale booster. Now let’s clarify something. If your resident dog prefers silence, solitude, and a strict “no fun before noon” policy… we may not be soulmates. I respect boundaries. I do. But I also believe in joy. And movement. And wrestling that turns into dramatic flops on the floor. If your dog sighs heavily at puppies and mutters “kids these days”… I am probably not their retirement plan. I have not yet had the honor of meeting one of these allegedly tiny, dramatic house tigers. Now, I am a Border Collie mix. Which means I am curious. Observant. Occasionally convinced I should supervise everyone’s movement choices. So if your cat runs… I might feel professionally obligated to investigate. Have I been around kids? Yes. The 16+ variety. I matched their vibe beautifully. Want to hang out? I’m there. Want to play? I’m faster than you think. Want to sit and scroll on your phone? Cool, I’ll supervise and look adorable in your peripheral vision. As far as younger kids, I am still a puppy. Which means I am small, enthusiastic, and occasionally forget that not everyone wants to be tackled with love. So continued guidance and supervision are part of the package. That’s on the humans. I’m just bringing the charisma.
Energy Level Scale? I am an enthusiastic 8. I have that happy-go-lucky Border Collie mix energy where my brain and my body both want engagement. I’ll zoom, I’ll wrestle, I’ll investigate, and then I will absolutely crash and cuddle like a professional napper. Balance is important. But let’s be honest. If your lifestyle is “we binge-watch documentaries and only move for snacks,” I might gently suggest you consider a houseplant instead. I need interaction. I need guidance. I need someone who understands that smart + young + adorable = needs outlets. Adventure-seeker or homebody? Do I want to sit inside forever contemplating life? No. I am eight weeks old. I have things to see. People to charm. Dogs to recruit into my social circle. That said, I’m not demanding mountain summits and extreme sports. I just want engagement. Outings. Playdates. A yard to zoom in. Maybe a trip to somewhere exciting so I can practice being the well-socialized genius I’m destined to become. I want experiences. I want exposure. I want to build confidence while being adorable. But after the adventure? I will absolutely come home, flop dramatically, and nap like I just completed a world tour.
Would I thrive best with a securely fenced yard? Look. I am eight weeks old. I am seven pounds. I am an energy level eight with a Border Collie brain. A fenced yard would be fabulous. It gives me space to zoom, explore, practice my future athletic career, and burn off my “life is AMAZING!!!” enthusiasm safely. Could I technically live without a yard if you are fully committed to structured leash walks, enrichment, training, and meeting my mental and physical needs every single day? Sure. With effort. Consistency. Dedication. A plan. Possibly a color-coded schedule. I am eight weeks old. I am seven pounds. I am a literal infant with paws. So my new family needs to be prepared. Not “we had a dog 12 years ago” prepared. I mean actively, presently, intentionally prepared. I am not coming into your home pre-programmed like a smart appliance. If you leave shoes out, that’s on you. If you forget to take me out consistently, that’s on you. If you don’t expose me to new sights, sounds, and people in a positive way, also on you. I am ready to learn. I am eager. I am happy. I am wildly optimistic about life. But I need guidance, structure, and consistency from my humans. That’s how I become the incredible adult dog you’ll brag about. You build the foundation. I become the masterpiece.
Now here’s the part where we separate the “so cute!!” commenters from the main characters. If you would like to adopt Gretchen Wieners (yes, me), you need to fill out an actual adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app. Not a DM. Not a “still available?” Not a smoke signal. A real application. Why? Because it gets sent to my foster family so they can confirm you are worthy of this level of brilliance and fluff. And once approved? You will need to pick me up in Hutchinson, KS.
Stop scrolling. Fill out the application. Secure the fluff before it's too late.
Because as I always say…
“I’m sorry that people are so jealous of me… but I can’t help it that I’m popular.” 💁🏼♀️
Oh. Hi. Yes. It’s me. Gretchen Wieners. So you’ve clicked on me. That makes sense. I do have very good hair. You may begin your admiration now. I know what you’re thinking: “Is she going to try to make ‘fetch’ happen?” No. I’m going to make adoption happen. Focus.
I am an 8-week-old, 7-pound female Border Collie mix, which basically means I come in a tiny, fluffy package, but my brain is already running advanced software. So here’s my origin story. I was part of an unexpected litter, but don’t worry, my mama is getting spayed. My siblings and I suddenly needed somewhere safe to land, and thankfully, some very nice humans stepped up. Because being this adorable and homeless? Absolutely not. That is not the vibe.
How do I get along with other dogs? I love to play. I love to wrestle. I love to bounce around I do come in with confidence because obviously everyone wants to be my friend. But truly — I thrive with other dogs. I love having playmates. I love having a squad. I bring the energy, the fun, and the very important role of a morale booster. Now let’s clarify something. If your resident dog prefers silence, solitude, and a strict “no fun before noon” policy… we may not be soulmates. I respect boundaries. I do. But I also believe in joy. And movement. And wrestling that turns into dramatic flops on the floor. If your dog sighs heavily at puppies and mutters “kids these days”… I am probably not their retirement plan. I have not yet had the honor of meeting one of these allegedly tiny, dramatic house tigers. Now, I am a Border Collie mix. Which means I am curious. Observant. Occasionally convinced I should supervise everyone’s movement choices. So if your cat runs… I might feel professionally obligated to investigate. Have I been around kids? Yes. The 16+ variety. I matched their vibe beautifully. Want to hang out? I’m there. Want to play? I’m faster than you think. Want to sit and scroll on your phone? Cool, I’ll supervise and look adorable in your peripheral vision. As far as younger kids, I am still a puppy. Which means I am small, enthusiastic, and occasionally forget that not everyone wants to be tackled with love. So continued guidance and supervision are part of the package. That’s on the humans. I’m just bringing the charisma.
Energy Level Scale? I am an enthusiastic 8. I have that happy-go-lucky Border Collie mix energy where my brain and my body both want engagement. I’ll zoom, I’ll wrestle, I’ll investigate, and then I will absolutely crash and cuddle like a professional napper. Balance is important. But let’s be honest. If your lifestyle is “we binge-watch documentaries and only move for snacks,” I might gently suggest you consider a houseplant instead. I need interaction. I need guidance. I need someone who understands that smart + young + adorable = needs outlets. Adventure-seeker or homebody? Do I want to sit inside forever contemplating life? No. I am eight weeks old. I have things to see. People to charm. Dogs to recruit into my social circle. That said, I’m not demanding mountain summits and extreme sports. I just want engagement. Outings. Playdates. A yard to zoom in. Maybe a trip to somewhere exciting so I can practice being the well-socialized genius I’m destined to become. I want experiences. I want exposure. I want to build confidence while being adorable. But after the adventure? I will absolutely come home, flop dramatically, and nap like I just completed a world tour.
Would I thrive best with a securely fenced yard? Look. I am eight weeks old. I am seven pounds. I am an energy level eight with a Border Collie brain. A fenced yard would be fabulous. It gives me space to zoom, explore, practice my future athletic career, and burn off my “life is AMAZING!!!” enthusiasm safely. Could I technically live without a yard if you are fully committed to structured leash walks, enrichment, training, and meeting my mental and physical needs every single day? Sure. With effort. Consistency. Dedication. A plan. Possibly a color-coded schedule. I am eight weeks old. I am seven pounds. I am a literal infant with paws. So my new family needs to be prepared. Not “we had a dog 12 years ago” prepared. I mean actively, presently, intentionally prepared. I am not coming into your home pre-programmed like a smart appliance. If you leave shoes out, that’s on you. If you forget to take me out consistently, that’s on you. If you don’t expose me to new sights, sounds, and people in a positive way, also on you. I am ready to learn. I am eager. I am happy. I am wildly optimistic about life. But I need guidance, structure, and consistency from my humans. That’s how I become the incredible adult dog you’ll brag about. You build the foundation. I become the masterpiece.
Now here’s the part where we separate the “so cute!!” commenters from the main characters. If you would like to adopt Gretchen Wieners (yes, me), you need to fill out an actual adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app. Not a DM. Not a “still available?” Not a smoke signal. A real application. Why? Because it gets sent to my foster family so they can confirm you are worthy of this level of brilliance and fluff. And once approved? You will need to pick me up in Hutchinson, KS.
Stop scrolling. Fill out the application. Secure the fluff before it's too late.
Because as I always say…
“I’m sorry that people are so jealous of me… but I can’t help it that I’m popular.” 💁🏼♀️
We are a small foster based rescue located in Southeastern Oklahoma who rescue all through the state. We rescue any big fluffy breed and their mixes if we have the room. All our dogs are fully vetted, micro-chipped, spayed/neutered, and current on flea/tick and heartworm prev.
We are a small foster based rescue located in Southeastern Oklahoma who rescue all through the state. We rescue any big fluffy breed and their mixes if we have the room. All our dogs are fully vetted, micro-chipped, spayed/neutered, and current on flea/tick and heartworm prev.
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