Oh hi. Yes. It’s me. Everest, the one you have all been waiting for. I come from the prestigious Mountain Litter, which means I was basically born to be iconic. While the real Mount Everest is known for breathtaking views and extreme conditions, I am known for breathtaking fluff and extreme levels of sweetness. Honestly? Same vibe. Less frostbite.
Oh good. You’re still here. I was hoping you’d keep reading because obviously this is the part where you fall completely in love with me. I’m ten weeks old. Female. Great Pyrenees mix. Professional heart-stealer. I came into rescue with my two siblings after we found ourselves hanging out at the shelter. Not exactly the luxury mountain lodge experience I was destined for. As it turns out, some of my family were still out there freelancing too — including my mama, Sierra (yes, like the mountain range, we are very on-brand). But don’t worry. PPFT did what they do best and scooped them up too, because apparently we are collectible. But enough about them. Because I am the one you are falling in love with right now. I mean… look at me...how can you not?! ;)
Other dogs? Please. I am a social professional. I love to play. Chase? Yes. Wrestle? Obviously. Dramatic bounce-with-all-four-feet? It’s called flair. I bring enthusiasm to the yard. But here’s the impressive part — I actually know my limits. If another dog says, “Okay tiny mountain, that’s enough,” I’m like, “Heard. Respect.” I can read the room. I’m playful, not reckless. I adore having dog friends. I learn from them. I follow their lead. I copy their good habits (and occasionally their questionable ones, but we’ll focus on the positives). If there’s a confident, playful pup in the home? I’m in. If there’s a calmer dog who prefers civilized interactions? I can match that too. Cats? In my foster home, I’ve done just fine with the cats. I’m curious, because I am a puppy and everything is fascinating, but I’m not out here trying to start a turf war. If they swish their tail and give me “the look,” I take the hint. I respect the claws. Children? Yes. I have met the tiny humans. Ages 3, 7, and 9, to be exact. And guess what? I have been a great puppy. I know. Try to contain your shock. With the 3-year-old, I am gentle and curious. I understand that they are small and occasionally unpredictable, much like squirrels but louder. With the 7 and 9-year-olds? Excellent playmates. I’ll run, I’ll bounce, I’ll supervise their outdoor activities like a fluffy foreman.
Energy level? Let’s call it a solid 7 out of 10. I am not a couch potato. I did not come here to be decorative. I enjoy playtime, yard adventures, romping with dog friends, and investigating very important things like leaves blowing across the grass. But I am also not a caffeine-fueled tornado who never powers down. After I’ve handled my business (zoomies, wrestling, light neighborhood surveillance), I am perfectly happy to crash dramatically on the floor like I’ve just completed a Himalayan expedition. So yes — I have pep. I have sparkle. I have “let’s go do something fun” energy. And then I have “I will now nap like a fluffy angel” energy. Adventure-seeker or homebody? I am a dynamic individual. I contain multitudes. Do I love to play? Absolutely. I will frolic. I will bounce. I will engage in highly important yard patrol missions. If there is an outing, a new place to sniff, or a game to be played, I am ready to clock in. And then — without warning — I will dramatically flop onto the nearest patch of floor like I’ve just summited something significant. Expedition complete. Please send belly rubs. So yes, I am both. I will adventure with you. And then I will nap beside you. Preferably upside down. Overall temperament? I am sweet. Like genuinely, melt-into-you, soft-eyes, “is she even real?” sweet. I am fluffy — which yes, is technically a physical trait, but it is also a lifestyle. My presence alone raises serotonin levels.
Living situation preferences? Let’s be realistic. I am going to be a big girl. Not “oh she’s taller than we expected” big. Intentionally majestic. Fluffy. Expansive. I take up space in a regal way. So yes — a nice, securely fenced backyard sounds like an excellent life choice for me. I enjoy stretching my legs, supervising the perimeter, conducting important yard inspections, and offering my services as Household Helper. Gardening? I’ll oversee it. Kids playing? I’ll monitor. Suspicious leaf movement? Handled. Could I physically exist in an apartment? Technically. Would it be ideal for a growing Pyr mix with brains and legs and opinions? Probably not. I’m not a decorative throw pillow. I’m a future mountain guardian.
For those already jumping at the bit to scoop me up...hear me out. I am ten weeks old. I did not arrive pre-programmed with a degree in Household Etiquette. I am simply a literal baby with fluff. You will need to potty train me. Not in a “hope for the best” way. In a consistent, patient, take-me-out-regularly way. You will need to puppy-proof your house. If something valuable is within reach of a curious baby mountain? That’s on you. I explore with enthusiasm. You will need to socialize me. Introduce me to people, places, sounds, life experiences. Help me build confidence. I am naturally sweet and social — now it’s your job to help me grow into a stable, well-rounded giant. You will need to train me. Kindly. Consistently. With structure. I am intelligent, which means I thrive when you give me clear expectations. I’m not “stubborn.” I’m thoughtful. There’s a difference. Raise me intentionally, and I will become that loyal, steady, affectionate Pyr everyone dreams about.
Alright. Gather yourselves. This is the part where we wrap this up like the cinematic masterpiece it deserves. If you are looking for a sweet, fluffy, playful, ridiculously lovable future gentle giant… hi. It’s me. Now. Here’s where we separate the “OMG so cute 😍” commenters from the actual main characters. If you would like to adopt me, you need to fill out a real adoption application. Not a DM. Not a “still available?” Not a comment with seventeen heart emojis. An actual application. Why? Because it gets sent to my foster family so they can confirm you are worthy of this level of fluff and potential. And once approved? You will need to come pick me up in Okarche, Oklahoma.
So stop scrolling.
Fill out the application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app
Secure the fluff.
Love,
Everest 🏔️
