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Meet Asha – the ultimate overachiever in the categories of lounging and loving. Asha is what we like to call emotionally available – she’ll bond faster than your last Amazon Prime delivery and loves hard. She’s sweet, gentle, and will follow you around like she’s on a mission to become your shadow’s understudy. Basically, she’s the safe, soft-hearted sidekick you didn’t know you needed… but now can’t imagine life without. She’s the kind of dog who’ll make you feel like the most important person in the world within 3.5 seconds of meeting you — mostly because she’s already decided you’re her emotional support human. Safe? Absolutely. Sweet? To a fault. And once she loves you (which again, takes about the length of one sneeze), you’re stuck. Forever. Like glitter. Meet Asha — a 2-year-old, 63-pound Great Pyrenees whose gentle spirit and loving heart have remained unshaken, even through some incredibly difficult times. Asha came to us from a shelter, where she found herself on the euthanasia list after being left unclaimed—with a large tumor hanging from the side of her face. Despite the pain and confusion, she remained sweet, calm, and affectionate with everyone she met. Thankfully, one of our wonderful foster families stepped up just in time, and thanks to the skill and compassion of our veterinary partners, her tumor was successfully removed. Her incision is nearly fully healed now, and she’s feeling better than ever.Asha is the perfect blend of laid-back and loving. She’s just as happy curling up for a quiet afternoon nap as she is riding shotgun for a treat run. She forms bonds quickly and deeply, offering the kind of unconditional affection that only a rescue dog can. She’s safe. She’s sweet. And she’s ready to write a new chapter—this time with a forever family who sees her for the beautiful soul she truly is. Asha is basically that one friend who gets along with everyone—dogs included. She’s the type who walks into a room, does a polite sniff-around like she’s reading the vibe, and then settles in like she’s always been part of the group. She doesn’t need to be in the middle of the play session, but she likes to know she’s invited. Now, when she first met Major(the resident dog), things were… let’s say tense. He wasn’t thrilled to share the spotlight, but Asha handled it like a total pro—gave him some space, didn’t take his dramatics personally, and let him come around on his own timeline. (He did. He’s obsessed now.) She met a couple of kids recently—ages 8 and 11—and read the room better than most adults. The younger one was clearly a little intimidated by her size (fair, she is part pony), and Asha immediately softened her approach. No jumping, no wild energy—just a slow flop to the floor and a full tummy display, like, “I’m harmless, I promise. You can pet me now.” Cats? She’s seen one. Didn’t chase it, bark at it, or try to interview it. The cat was probably more concerned than she was. Asha just gave it a side glance like, “You do your thing, whiskers. I’ve got naps to take.” And when it comes to grown-ups? Asha thinks you’re great. All of you. She gives a warm, happy greeting without turning into a caffeine-fueled tornado, then politely parks herself nearby in case you feel like giving her some attention. She’s sweet, respectful, and somehow still manages to make every new person feel like they just met their favorite dog. Basically, she’s the total package—diplomatic, affectionate, and socially savvy. Asha’s energy level clocks in at a solid 3 out of 10—which is basically the canine version of a koala crossed with a sleepy golden retriever. If you’re looking for a dog who treats movement as an optional activity unless snacks or car rides are involved, congratulations—you may have just found your soulmate. She’s not going to be your hiking partner for that sunrise summit, but she will accompany you on a leisurely stroll. Despite her preference for lounging, she’s a surprisingly stellar road trip buddy. None of that “panting at every red light” drama here—she's more of a chill co-pilot, gazing out the window like she’s contemplating life’s deeper questions (like why pup cups aren’t free healthcare). With a little help from her doodle foster brother, she’s now a pro car companion—quiet, relaxed, and very pleased to be included. Leash walking? She’s not going to win gold in the Obedience Olympics, but she’s not trying to drag you down the block like a sled dog in the Iditarod either. Unless there’s another dog nearby—then she briefly becomes the mayor of Excitedville. And yes, if she catches a really interesting smell, expect a full-on stubborn statue moment. She’s only been on two “official” walks, but she strutted her stuff like she was auditioning for Dog Bachelor. As for her hobbies, it’s a pretty short list. Napping, cuddling, maybe trying a toy if no one’s watching. She’s dabbled in playtime—it was adorable and slightly awkward, like someone trying yoga for the first time—but she’d honestly prefer a 24/7 petting schedule. She’s not high-maintenance, but she is very in favor of being adored like the majestic, velvet-nosed queen she is.Her temperament? In a word: sweet. In more words: dangerously sweet. She bonds fast, loves hard, and has that “I will imprint on you like a baby duck” energy. She’s smart—like, “quietly outsmarting the humans and pretending she didn’t” smart. Her memory is suspiciously good, so don’t make promises you can’t keep... especially if those promises involve snacks. She absolutely loves being outside, so if you’re apartment-bound with no yard, she’s probably not your girl. She enjoys sunbathing, supervising passersby from a safe distance, and making sure the wind is doing what it’s supposed to. Bottom line: Asha is a low-drama, high-sweetness kind of dog who just wants a soft place to land, a few short adventures, and a lifetime supply of belly rubs. Asha is, in fact, potty trained. She’s polite, dignified, and far too fabulous to do her business indoors like some kind of heathen. As for kenneling... hard no. If you’re looking for a dog who happily trots into a crate and tucks herself in like she’s checking into a cozy doggy hotel, Asha is not your girl. She gave it an honest try—for two nights—and responded with what can only be described as soul-crushing wails straight out of a Victorian ghost story. Not barking. Not whining. Wailing. Like a heartbroken opera singer who lost her will to sing. She sleeps quietly through the night on her bed, doesn’t wander, doesn’t get into things, and generally acts like she’s been free-roaming responsibly her entire life. She doesn’t need a crate to behave—she just needs a home that understands that not every dog finds comfort behind a closed door. So, if you’re thinking of bringing her home and sticking her in a crate while you’re at work—respectfully, don’t. It simply isn't necessary for her. Asha’s barking style? Let’s just say she’s not out here narrating every squirrel movement like a neighborhood gossip, but she will absolutely sound the alarm if something seems off. Suspicious noise outside? Bark. Mailman approaching? Bark. Ghostly presence from another dimension? Possibly bark, just to be safe. She saves the big, dramatic barks for things she deems truly important(although you may not always agree on the level of importance)—like potential intruders, strange sounds, or, you know, a plastic bag blowing across the yard with malicious intent. When she’s bored or just wants a little attention, she tones it down to more of a low rumble or cute little "notice me" bark—kind of like she’s trying to keep it professional but still get her point across. If you’ve made it this far and are thinking, “Wow, this majestic land cloud sounds perfect”—you’re absolutely right. But before you go planning matching outfits and road trips, there’s one small catch: you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app (yes, we require paperwork—because this girl doesn't just deserve a home...she deserves the PYRfect home), and you'll need to come pick her up in Moore, Oklahoma. That’s right—no shipping, no teleportation, no Uber for dogs. Just you, your car, and the open road leading to the best decision you’ll ever make. Don’t worry—she’ll make it worth the drive.

🛡️👑 All rise for Her Royal Floofness... Majesty. 👑🛡️ Every kingdom needs a ruler, and this one just so happens to have four paws, the fluffiest royal robe you've ever seen, and absolutely zero interest in letting anyone else claim the title of "most majestic." As the biggest girl in the Guardian Litter, Majesty didn't just show up to court...she arrived expecting the royal fanfare. Frankly, with all that floof, who could blame her? Don't let the crown fool you, though. Majesty isn't one of those rulers who spends all day making dramatic speeches from a castle balcony. She's much more of a "benevolent queen of cuddles" type. She's wonderfully easy-going, takes life's little adventures in stride, and carries herself with the quiet confidence of someone who knows she was born to be adored. And let's address the royal elephant in the room: yes, she has enough fluff to qualify as her own weighted blanket. We're fairly certain if she gets any fluffier, she'll need to apply for her own ZIP code. 📍 Location: McAlester, OK -Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. Apply at: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Majesty is a 9-week-old, 15-pound female Great Pyrenees, and despite what her name might suggest, her royal upbringing was...let's just say the castle had some serious budget cuts. Before rescue, this little princess wasn't lounging on velvet cushions while loyal subjects fed her grapes. Nope. She was busy weaving through traffic like she had unlocked some secret level of Frogger while also trying to avoid the local coyote population, who clearly never received the memo that one does not mess with royalty. Thankfully, her kingdom (also known as Pyr Paws N Fluffy Tails Rescue) finally found her and whisked her away to safety. Unfortunately, the universe apparently decided one near-death experience wasn't dramatic enough for a future queen. Shortly after arriving in foster care, her foster noticed something wasn't right. The diagnosis? The dreaded parvo. Out of all of her siblings, Majesty was hit the hardest. But Parvo picked the wrong princess. Today, Majesty has officially kicked parvo's royal backside and is back to doing what puppies do best—growing, playing, collecting admirers, and proving that underneath all that glorious floof is one incredibly resilient little girl. If courage came with a crown, she'd be wearing the biggest one in the kingdom. When it comes to making friends, Majesty firmly believes there is no such thing as too much enthusiasm. Personal space? Never heard of her. She greets other dogs like they're long-lost members of the royal court returning from a decades-long quest, launching herself directly into their faces to shower them with love and kisses. Thankfully, she's also a respectful little royal. If another dog politely reminds her that perhaps breathing directly into their eyeballs isn't proper etiquette, she'll immediately back down, accept the correction, and carry on. Court manners are still a work in progress, but she's a very willing student. As for cats? The royal council has yet to schedule that diplomatic meeting, so we don't know how Her Majesty feels about feline ambassadors just yet. When it comes to tiny humans, Majesty hasn't had the pleasure of meeting any children yet. That said, we have a feeling she'd absolutely adore having little royal subjects to play with. The only catch? At this stage, she occasionally forgets she's a fluffy Great Pyrenees puppy and not a dainty little lap dog. Her excitement tends to make her body operate a few seconds faster than her brain, so she may accidentally bowl over very small kiddos in her quest to distribute kisses and happiness. Meeting new people is where you really see the sweet side of this little queen. She won't march into the throne room demanding everyone's attention. Instead, she'll hang back for a moment, carefully deciding whether you've been deemed worthy of an audience. It only takes a few days (sometimes much less) before she realizes you're one of the good peasants—I mean...trusted members of the kingdom. And once you've earned your royal approval? The cautious little princess disappears, replaced by a full-body wigglebutt whose tail seems convinced it's being paid by the wag. Congratulations...you've officially been accepted into Majesty's court. On the Royal Energy Scale, Majesty earns herself a respectable 6 out of 10. She's got enough pep to patrol the kingdom, zoom around the yard, and investigate every important royal matter (such as that suspicious leaf that definitely wasn't there five minutes ago), but she's equally happy to retire to the castle afterward and supervise her humans from a comfortable spot nearby. A queen must know when to rule...and when to nap. Her royal carriage service is currently required because, well...she's still only 15 pounds and her legs haven't quite reached "hop into an SUV" status yet. Once she's safely aboard, however, she's an excellent passenger. As for leash walks? The royal advisors have ruled that she's simply too young for those adventures just yet. Right now, she's focusing on the important business of growing into all that floof before she begins inspecting the neighboring kingdoms. Will Majesty grow into an adventurous explorer or a professional couch ornament? Why not both? She loves racing around the yard, investigating her domain, and playing until she's convinced she's conquered every blade of grass. But once she's back inside, she's perfectly content hanging out near her favorite humans. Even queens appreciate quality time with their loyal subjects. Water, however, is beneath her. Splashing around? Hard pass. Apparently this queen has no interest in becoming a soggy monarch. Toys, on the other paw? Those have received the royal seal of approval. She loves batting them around, pouncing on them, and generally making sure they know who's in charge. Fetch, however, is where Majesty has chosen to reinterpret the rules. She'll enthusiastically chase the ball because, obviously, it had the audacity to roll away from her. But bringing it back? Excuse you. Royalty does not retrieve things. That's what loyal subjects are for. As for living arrangements, Majesty would likely vote in favor of a kingdom with a securely fenced yard. Could she technically live somewhere without one? Maybe. But let's not forget she's a Great Pyrenees. Their ancestors were literally bred to make independent decisions, and modern Pyrs have lovingly continued the family tradition of saying, "I appreciate your opinion...but I have my own plans." Without a secure fence, there's a very real chance you'll experience what we affectionately call a disapyr—the magical phenomenon where your fluffy white cloud suddenly decides to embark on a solo expedition to inspect neighboring kingdoms. We'd really prefer to avoid that particular adventure. Potty training is coming along nicely and is exactly what you'd expect from a baby puppy—a work in progress. She's doing a fantastic job using her pee pads and has already figured out one very important house rule: we don't turn our bedroom into a bathroom. She keeps her crate clean overnight, which is a pretty impressive accomplishment for someone whose life experience still fits neatly into a couple of months. Speaking of her crate...it's officially been designated her royal chambers. Rather than viewing it as puppy prison, Majesty happily wanders in throughout the day to relax, chew on a toy, or enjoy a little peace and quiet away from the hustle and bustle of court life. Like any respectable teething puppy, Majesty briefly declared war on table legs and chair legs, apparently believing they were handcrafted chew toys provided by the kingdom. Fortunately, once actual chew bones and toys entered the picture, she quickly realized those are much tastier—and significantly less likely to upset the royal homeowners. She's a smart cookie and caught on fast. She's also surprisingly quiet for a puppy. Most of the time, she keeps her royal proclamations to herself. That is...until she spotted a deer outside. Then we got to hear her official Big Girl Bark, and apparently someone had to inform the wildlife that this kingdom was already under excellent management. One thing future adopters should know is that Majesty is nothing short of a little warrior. She was the first puppy in her litter to show signs of parvo and, by far, the sickest. She left the hospital with an entire pharmacy's worth of medications while her body fought to recover. But if her story has proven anything, it's that this little queen is tougher than she looks. Today, she's bounced back beautifully and continues getting stronger every single day. And finally...let's revisit the floof. Remember when we said she was the fluffiest girl in the litter? We weren't exaggerating. This puppy comes with enough fur to qualify as a weather system. Daily brushing will become part of your royal duties, and as she grows into her magnificent Great Pyrenees coat, she'll generously share tiny pieces of herself with your clothes, your furniture, your car, your coffee, and probably your dinner. Consider it a gift. Royal glitter, if you will. 👑 Think Majesty is the queen you've been waiting to serve? Then it's time to submit your official petition to the crown...also known as an adoption application. Head over to https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app and fill it out so our rescue peasants—I mean volunteers—can send it over to Majesty's foster family for review. Unfortunately, despite her intelligence, Majesty still lacks opposable thumbs, so she can't personally scroll through applications while lounging on her imaginary throne. Tragic, really. If her foster family decides your kingdom is the perfect match, you'll get the greatest royal decree of all: the opportunity to make Majesty part of your family. 📍 Pickup Location: McAlester, OK And yes, you'll need to come pick her up yourself. Queens do many things, but they do not ship via Amazon Prime, DoorDash, UPS, carrier pigeon, royal carriage, or teleportation spell. A proper queen deserves a grand entrance into her new kingdom...and that starts with her family coming to claim her in person.

💎👑 Please rise for Her Grace, Countess. 👑💎 This elegant little aristocrat carries herself like she inherited a centuries-old estate complete with servants, chandeliers, and a trust fund. She doesn't need to announce that she's important—you'll know the moment she gracefully parks herself on the deck, surveys her kingdom, and silently judges the landscaping decisions you've made. Naturally, a lady of her status has a few expectations. For example, the grass should be dry. Perfectly dry. Dew? Absolutely unacceptable. Rain? How dare the weather. If the lawn has the audacity to be even slightly damp, Countess will politely wait for someone to chauffeur her to an appropriate potty location because, quite frankly, wet paws are beneath her social standing. With her striking looks, graceful personality, and just the right amount of diva energy, Countess has all the makings of nobility. She may not actually own a castle....but we're pretty sure she's already picking out where she'd like you to build one. 📍 Location: McAlester, OK -Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. Apply at: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Countess is a 9-week-old, 17-pound female Great Pyrenees, and while her title suggests she was born into luxury, her actual résumé looked a little less Downton Abbey and a lot more survival expert. Before rescue, this little noblewoman spent her days weaving through traffic like she'd mistaken the highway for a royal promenade, all while doing her best to avoid the coyotes that considered the area part of their estate. It's safe to say her early life was missing a few important aristocratic essentials...like safety, room service, and a staff whose sole purpose was making sure Her Grace never had to worry about anything. Thankfully, her royal rescue party arrived just in time. But because apparently the universe enjoys giving tiny puppies unnecessarily difficult origin stories, Countess wasn't out of the woods yet. Shortly after arriving in foster care, her foster realized something wasn't quite right. The diagnosis? The dreaded parvo. She tackled it with far more grit than you'd ever expect from someone who now refuses to let a single dewdrop touch her royal paws. These days, Countess has officially evicted parvo from her kingdom and is back where she belongs—playing, growing, supervising her household from the deck like she's conducting inspections of the royal grounds, and reminding everyone that courage and elegance can absolutely coexist. She may be a self-proclaimed diva when it comes to damp grass…but this little Countess has already proven that when life throws her a real battle, she's anything but delicate. Beneath all that beauty is one incredibly brave little girl who's ready to trade surviving for simply being someone's beloved best friend. When it comes to mingling with the other members of high society, Countess is surprisingly down-to-earth. She absolutely loves other dogs and is always happy to invite them to what she assumes is a royal garden party. She enjoys playing, chasing, and generally making new friends, but unlike some overenthusiastic nobles, she actually understands etiquette. If another dog politely declines her invitation or lets her know they'd rather not participate in today's festivities, Countess respectfully accepts their decision and moves on. Proper court manners? Already ahead of schedule. As for cats, the neighboring feline kingdom has yet to schedule a diplomatic summit, so we simply don't know how Her Grace feels about whiskered dignitaries. Countess also hasn't had the pleasure of meeting any tiny humans yet, but we think she'd likely do quite well with kiddos. She is, however, still very much a puppy, which means she's currently attending the prestigious Academy of "Everything Belongs in My Mouth." During this teething phase, she'll occasionally mistake fingers, sleeves, and unsuspecting pant legs for chew toys. It's completely normal puppy behavior, but like any young aristocrat, she'll benefit from gentle guidance as she learns the difference between appropriate royal toys and...well...your children. Meeting new people? Countess doesn't waste time waiting for formal introductions. If she spots a potential new subject—I mean friend—she's thrilled to make their acquaintance. Her excitement sometimes causes her to forget that four paws are generally expected to remain on the ground, so she'll occasionally greet visitors with an enthusiastic little hop. Fortunately, once the initial celebration is over, she settles down quickly. She's incredibly smart, eager to learn, and this is one of those puppy habits that should improve nicely with consistency and training. On the Royal Activity Index, Countess clocks in at a lively 7 out of 10. She's got enough energy to conduct thorough inspections of the kingdom, organize spontaneous zoomie festivals, and ensure every toy has been properly tested for durability. But once her noble duties are complete, she's more than happy to retire to the castle and spend quality time lounging beside her favorite humans. Even aristocrats appreciate a good nap. At the moment, Countess still requires a chauffeur to load her into the royal carriage because she's simply too little to hop in herself. Once she's settled, though, she's the picture of composure. As for leash walks, Her Grace has informed us she's still a bit young for those official royal processions. Like every puppy, she'll need time, patience, and practice to learn proper leash etiquette, but she certainly seems like the type who will enjoy strolling through her kingdom once she's old enough. Will she grow into an adventurous explorer or a distinguished homebody? The answer appears to be...yes. Countess loves running around the yard, playing with the other dogs, and investigating every fascinating corner of her domain. But when the excitement dies down, she's perfectly content relaxing with her people and supervising household operations from a comfortable location. Her overall personality is exactly what you'd hope for from a future noblewoman. She's incredibly sweet, adapts quickly to routines, loves to play, and equally enjoys winding down with her humans afterward. In fact, she's become so accustomed to mealtime that she has developed her own little pre-dinner performance. As her foster prepares breakfast or dinner, Countess breaks into an adorable happy dance worthy of a royal celebration, accompanied by the sweetest little song to politely remind everyone that she is, in fact, waiting very patiently for her banquet. Water games, however? Hard pass. Countess has made it abundantly clear that damp paws are an unacceptable condition for members of the aristocracy. Toys, on the other paw, have been officially approved by the crown. She loves chasing them, pouncing on them, and making sure they're all properly exercised. Fetch, however, is apparently a misunderstood concept. Countess will enthusiastically chase the ball because obviously it cannot be allowed to escape the estate. Retrieving it and bringing it back to you, though? That's where your expectations become unreasonable. A Countess does not fetch. She delegates. When it comes to choosing her forever kingdom, Countess would much prefer one with a securely fenced yard. Could she survive without one? Perhaps. But let's remember she's a Great Pyrenees, a breed famous for believing property lines are more like...friendly suggestions. Give a Pyr an unfenced yard and before long they'll decide it's their civic duty to inspect the entire neighborhood, three nearby counties, and possibly a neighboring state. We'd really hate for Her Grace to perform an unauthorized royal tour, so a secure fence is definitely high on her list. An apartment probably wouldn't be her first choice, either. While she's perfectly capable of relaxing indoors, she's also a growing puppy who enjoys stretching her legs, chasing her sisters, and conducting very important inspections of her outdoor estate. A little room to romp would suit this Countess just fine. Potty training is also exactly where you'd expect it to be—with a baby puppy who's learning a little more every day. Consistency, patience, and plenty of praise will help this young noblewoman continue earning her degree in House Manners. When bedtime rolls around, Countess settles into her crate beautifully. She sleeps peacefully with one of her sisters, proving that even independent aristocrats enjoy a royal slumber party. Like every teething puppy, Countess briefly launched a campaign against table legs and chair legs, apparently believing handcrafted wooden furniture was included in her chew toy collection. Thankfully, once actual chew bones and puppy toys were introduced, she caught on quickly. She's a smart little lady who learns fast when given the right alternatives. As for barking, she's still relatively quiet. She occasionally joins in while roughhousing with her sisters, and she'll happily announce the arrival of deer, because apparently someone has to keep the wildlife informed that they're entering noble territory. And finally, let's discuss the diva allegations. They're accurate. Countess genuinely carries herself like she owns the estate. She'll perch on the deck with an expression that says, "Yes...everything the sunlight touches is under my supervision," quietly observing her kingdom like a tiny aristocrat conducting daily inspections. Then there's the grass. If it's dry? Wonderful. Business may proceed. If there's morning dew? Absolutely not. Her Grace refuses to lower herself to such conditions. In fact, if the lawn has the nerve to be damp, her foster literally has to pick her up and place her on the grass before she'll even consider taking care of business. Wet paws are, quite simply, beneath a Countess of her stature. Behind the dramatic standards, though, is an incredibly loving, intelligent, resilient little girl with movie-star looks and a heart that's every bit as beautiful as her fluffy coat. She'll make you laugh daily, keep you endlessly entertained, and somehow convince you that carrying a puppy to avoid damp grass is a perfectly reasonable part of your morning routine. Honestly...she already has us trained. 👑 Has Countess graciously allowed you to dream about becoming part of her royal court? Excellent. Your first assignment as a loyal subject is surprisingly simple. Head over to https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app and submit your official request for an audience with Her Grace. Once you've completed your paperwork (because apparently even royalty is buried in bureaucracy), our wonderful volunteers will send your application to Countess's foster family for review. If you're chosen, you'll gain far more than just a puppy. You'll receive a loyal best friend, a professional cuddle consultant, an expert squirrel and deer supervisor, a tiny diva with a heart of gold, and a fluffy companion who somehow survived traffic, coyotes, and parvo only to declare war on...morning dew. Priorities. 📍 Pickup Location: McAlester, OK And yes, you'll need to come pick her up yourself. Countess will not be arriving via Amazon Prime, UPS, FedEx, Uber, Lyft, private jet, royal carriage, trebuchet, or a team of highly trained carrier pigeons. While we're confident she'd look absolutely fabulous riding in a horse-drawn carriage, the rescue insists her forever family make the journey to bring her home in person.