Bernese Mountain Dog puppies and dogs in Tulsa, Oklahoma

We planned on breeding Daisy (she has a wonderful pedigree) but she unfortunately has had several surgeries for obstructions and we decided against it. We think she may have had some anxiety as a young dog. We are unable to give her the attention she needs. She is 4 years old in April and is wonderful with kids and loves to be loved! We are willing to get her spayed.

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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.

🚨 INTRODUCING: ELPHABA (yes, like the green one, but fluffier and slightly less dramatic) 🚨 (AKA: Ollie, Queen of Zoomies and Stretchy Naps™) Are you looking for a calm, quiet couch potato who spends her days napping peacefully and contemplating the meaning of life? Cool, so are we. You just won’t find her here. Elphaba is a high-energy, happy-go-lucky whirlwind of joy wrapped in fluff and curiosity. She wakes up each day like she’s just had a motivational speech from a toddler in a superhero cape. She wants to see things. Do things. Sniff things. Preferably all at once. She’s got a PhD in Inquisitiveness, a minor in Zoomies, and she specializes in “Stretchy Naps” — where she elongates her body to impossible dimensions and melts into the floor like butter on a summer sidewalk. If you’ve ever wanted a personal life coach who reminds you that the world is FULL of stuff to explore, Elphaba’s your girl. This 8-month-old, 45lb Great Pyrenees mix has all the makings of a star: high energy, endless curiosity, and an enthusiastic approach to life that includes investigating every corner of your house and then dramatically collapsing in a heap like she just finished a three-act play. Elphaba is what happens when you mix joy, caffeine, and curiosity into one big squishy marshmallow. She's absolutely happy-go-lucky, armed with endless energy and a nose that must investigate everything. Her previous adopters realized they weren’t quite ready for the full Elpahaba experience (puppy energy, grooming needs, you know—the usual fluffy gremlin stuff), so they’re kindly fostering her until she finds the right forever home. In the meantime, she’ll be perfecting her nap stretches and collecting squeaky toys like awards. Elphaba fancies herself a socialite, which is great… unless you’re her older foster sister who just wants to nap without being tackled by 45 pounds of optimism. She absolutely thrives in a multi-dog home—as long as the other dogs don’t mind having their personal space routinely violated by someone who’s just so excited to be here. She means no harm, really. She’ll happily trade her pestering for a plush toy the moment you wave one in front of her face. It’s less “bully” and more “golden retriever in a toddler’s body.” As for cats? We haven’t tested her yet, so for now we’re going to assume she’d either try to adopt them… or accidentally cause a household mutiny. Jury’s still out. Tiny humans? She’s been around them all—from babies to older kids and even a child with special needs—and she’s handled it like a champ. She thinks kids are just funny-looking puppies with snacks and sticky fingers, and honestly? She wants in. Occasionally, she needs a gentle reminder to give the youngest some space, but she’s all love and just wants to be part of the gang. New people are her jam. She greets strangers like long-lost friends, often with the kind of enthusiasm normally reserved for surprise pizza deliveries. After she’s gotten in a few full-body wiggles and a sniff or two, she settles into her “I’m your new best friend” role like it was made for her. Basically, if you’re not into extroverts who love kids, dogs, toys, and literally everyone they’ve ever met… you might want to keep scrolling. If Elphaba’s energy level were a mix of animals, she’d be somewhere between a curious fox and a golden retriever who just discovered tennis balls. She’s not bouncing off the walls 24/7—but she’s no slouch either. We’d give her a solid 8 out of 10 on the energy scale, but it’s the kind of energy that says, “I’d love a backyard adventure… but I also nap like it’s a competitive sport.” She’s got just enough oomph to keep things interesting without making you question all your life choices. In the car, she starts out like a cracked-out Jack-in-the-box, bouncing from seat to seat like she’s checking for treasure. But give her a towel, a solid five minutes, and the vague hope of snacks, and she settles down like a seasoned road-tripper. Long drives? She’s golden. On leash? Believe it or not, this girl has manners. After some good ol’ leash training, she walks like she’s campaigning for neighborhood mayor—confident, polite, and maybe just a little nosey. She’s not dragging you to Mordor or pancaking in protest. She’s just vibing. As for her sense of adventure? She’s still deciding. One minute she’s channeling Dora the Explorer, determined to sniff every inch of the yard, and the next she’s doing her best impersonation of a throw pillow. Right now, we’d classify her as a young, mildly adventurous, and super inquisitive soul. Temperament-wise, she’s the happy-go-lucky golden retriever spirit stuffed into a Great Pyrenees mix body and a strong passion for whatever you’re doing, plus whatever she’s doing, plus whatever might be happening three houses over. She is the dog equivalent of “Yes, and?”—always ready to jump into the next activity with unearned confidence and full tail-wag commitment. Her hobbies? Oh, honey. She is the reigning queen of plush toy destruction. Got a new stuffed squeaky friend? Not for long. She will lovingly carry it to her lair (aka the living room) and perform emergency fluff removal like it’s her life’s mission. Her toy basket is her pride and joy, and yes, she does know when a new toy has entered the premises. She’s not here for apartment life. She absolutely needs a fenced yard to burn off the crazy, no offense to your patio, but Elphaba needs a real yard to thrive. That said, she’s happiest when her day includes a good walk where she can pretend she’s starring in an indie film and sniff every leaf like it’s a potential Oscar winner. In short: Elphaba is your girl if you want a hilarious, high-energy fluffball with equal parts fun, charm, and cuddle. And if you’ve got a sense of humor, a fenced yard, and a plush toy budget, she’s ready to move in. Elphaba? Potty trained like a pro, thank you very much. She knows the difference between your living room rug and the great outdoors, and she’s not about to embarrass herself with any rookie mistakes. At night, she puts herself to bed like the responsible adult she absolutely isn’t the rest of the day. Her crate? Oh, she loves it—treats it like a spa retreat with memory foam. During the day though? She’s out and about living her best uncrated life, supervising your every move like the nosey fluffball she is. Now, let’s talk puppy-proofing—because while Elphaba may sleep like an angel and pee where she’s supposed to, don’t let that fluffy innocence fool you. She’s still very much a puppy. So yes, your house will need to be puppy-proofed unless you enjoy living dangerously. Think of her as a tiny home inspector, but instead of making notes, she just drags the evidence under the bed. Elphaba isn’t exactly the neighborhood gossip. In fact, she’s more of the “silent observer who’s secretly judging everything” type. She rarely barks—like, rarely—and when she does, it’s usually just because her foster sister decided to kick off the drama first. She's not out here announcing every Amazon delivery or wind-blown leaf like she’s on HOA patrol. Inside the house? Practically mute. It’s almost suspicious how quiet she is… like she’s planning something. But rest assured, it’s probably just which toy she’s going to disembowel next. So, if you’ve made it this far and you’re still thinking, “Yes, I do want a plushie-shredding, nap-stretching, low-key genius in a floofy disguise,” then congratulations—you might just be Elphaba’s person. But fair warning: she doesn’t come with a delivery option. You’ll need to physically transport yourself to Tahlequah, Oklahoma to collect your new favorite roommate. No broomsticks, no flying monkeys—just you, a car, and an adoption application. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Go ahead. Adopt the floof. Your throw pillows were getting too comfortable anyway.

Hi. I’m Princess Elsa.Instead of ice powers, I specialize in emotional support, quiet judgment, and the occasional zoomie that appears out of nowhere. My general vibe? Think “peaceful woodland creature who occasionally remembers she is, in fact, a dog.” I spend most of my time embodying calm, grace, and a level of inner zen most humans are still trying to achieve through yoga and overpriced candles… but every now and then, I will absolutely unleash a surprise burst of playful energy just to keep things interesting. I know what you’re thinking… “Wow, she’s stunning… but what’s going on with her eye?” Rude. But fair. Let me explain before you spiral. I am 3 years old, 80 pounds of majestic Great Pyrenees royalty who somehow ended up on death row in the shelter. (0/10. Do not recommend.) Now, about my eye—yes, I see you zooming in on my pictures like a detective on a crime show. Nothing scandalous, I promise. I have something called entropion, which basically means my bottom eyelid rolls inward and my eyelashes are… how do I put this delicately… constantly betraying me by poking my eyeball. So yes, it waters. A lot. It’s less “mysterious beauty mark” and more “my eye is mildly annoyed 24/7.” BUT PPFT is already getting me fixed up. I’ve got surgery coming up to correct it, and once that’s done? I’ll be good as new and ready to fully embrace my role as your calm, regal, and majestic guardian. So if you were worried I came with “mystery issues”—relax. I come with a minor, fixable inconvenience. When I first meet new dogs, I like to keep things… professional. I enjoy their presence… in the same way you enjoy people existing across the room without speaking to you. I’m not here for a group hug—I’m here for mutual respect, personal space, and a shared understanding that I am, in fact, the main character. I do best with a confident, larger male who understands my leadership skills, or a very chill, older dog who has already retired from drama and poor decision-making. Alternatively, a passive dog who’s perfectly fine letting me run the show also works. (Leadership is a burden, but I carry it gracefully.) Could I be an only dog? Absolutely. I am more than capable of being your one and only fluffy monarch. That said, I do take cues from other dogs and occasionally enjoy their quiet companionship… as long as they remember their place in the hierarchy. In summary: I don’t need a best friend. I need a respectful coworker… or loyal subjects. Either works. Ah yes… the tiny, judgmental house panthers. I recently visited a grooming establishment that came equipped with not one, not two, but three cats. I observed them. They observed me. It was a whole unspoken documentary moment. Did I chase them? No. Did I cause a scene? Also no. I simply… took notes. My official stance? A dog-savvy cat who understands boundaries, respects personal space, and doesn’t go sprinting around like it’s auditioning for a wildlife special would likely be just fine. Ah yes… the small, unpredictable humans. I have met a 6-year-old. A calm one, which I’m told is somewhat of a unicorn situation. He was perfectly acceptable. I did not fear him, I did not object to his presence… I simply chose not to engage. Then… there was the 5-year-old. And how do I put this delicately… she had energy. A lot of it. The kind that makes one reconsider all life choices. I was not aggressive—I’m a lady—but I was very much in the “I would like to remove myself from this situation immediately” camp and opted for the great outdoors where peace and dignity still exist. So here’s my official statement: calm, respectful children who understand boundaries? Acceptable. Preferable, even. Tiny tornadoes of chaos and volume? I will politely excuse myself and go find somewhere quieter… like outside… or another zip code. I’m not anti-kid. I’m just pro-sanity. Energy level? A solid 6. Which means I’m not out here training for a marathon, but I’m also not a decorative throw pillow… although I do excel at that when needed. Adventure-seeker or homebody? I could enjoy adventures with a little more confidence, sure… but my true calling is a refined lifestyle that includes a quality couch, a respectable dog bed, and a backyard to patrol like the majestic guardian I am. I also take my neighborhood watch duties very seriously—front door surveillance is a full-time job, and frankly, I’m the best employee they’ve ever had. Temperament-wise, once I’m comfortable, I am the definition of zen. Peaceful. Grounded. The kind of calm people try to achieve through meditation apps but never quite reach. I coexist beautifully, patrol with purpose, and then return inside for a well-earned nap because balance is important. That said, I do have the occasional burst of playful energy—just enough to remind you I am still fun, just in a tasteful, not-chaotic way. I can be a bit sensitive and reserved at times, but nothing dramatic. I simply prefer to take in the world thoughtfully… like a wise, fluffy philosopher. Let’s discuss my living arrangements, shall we? I treat the yard as my personal sanctuary—my safe space, my kingdom, my place to conduct very important business like staring at squirrels and contemplating life. Could I eventually learn to embrace leash walks? Perhaps. But currently, I believe in private, dignified bathroom access. I do not perform on a leash. Thank you for respecting my privacy during this time. Now, onto my accomplishments, because there are many: I am fully potty trained—not once have I had an accident in the house. Yes, you may applaud. Kennel? Tried it once at the groomer. Walked in, laid down, handled it like a professional. Destructive behavior? Absolutely not. I have standards. At the end of the day, I’m truly the best girl. I can be a little hesitant at times, but give me patience and encouragement, and I will reward you with calm companionship, loyalty, and just enough personality to keep things interesting without turning your life upside down. So here’s the deal… if you’ve made it this far, congratulations—you’re clearly obsessed with me, and honestly? I get it. I am the perfect balance of calm, loving, low-maintenance royalty with just enough personality to keep life interesting (but not so much that you question your life choices). Now for the part where you prove you’re worthy… You’ll need to fill out an adoption application (yes, paperwork, I know—stay strong) so my people at Pyr Paws N Fluffy Tails Rescue can properly review you and pass your information along to my foster family. They take this very seriously… as they should. I am not going just anywhere. Once approved, you will then make your royal pilgrimage to Yukon, OK to pick me up. No, I will not be shipping myself. No, I will not be teleporting. If you want all of this—gestures to entire majestic self—you will come get it. Go ahead… apply at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app I’ll be here, on my couch, waiting to judge your application.