Border Collie puppies and dogs in Oklahoma

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.” 💁🏼‍♀️

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Oh hi. I’m Karen Smith. Yes, that Karen. No, I will not explain math to you. I’m just here to be adorable and emotionally supportive while occasionally making questionable life choices involving leaves. I may not be able to predict the weather with my chest, but I can tell you that once you meet me, you won't be able to resist my charm. Think glitter, sunshine, and the emotional depth of a golden retriever who just discovered belly rubs. I assume everyone is my friend. The mailman? Friend. The neighbor? Friend. The suspicious leaf blowing across the yard? Probably friend. I don’t really do drama. I just do vibes. I am an 8-week-old, 7-pound female Border Collie mix, which is basically code for “tiny genius(hey, I may have my "blonde moments" but that doesn't mean I am not one smart cookie) wrapped in a marshmallow.” I arrived in this world as part of an unexpected litter, but don’t worry, my mama is getting spayed, and my siblings and I landed safely in rescue, ready to find our happily ever afters. How do I get along with other dogs? Oh my gosh, I am AMAZING with other dogs. I see another dog and I’m like, “HI BEST FRIEND I BROUGHT MY WHOLE FACE AND ALSO MY PAWS.” I assume we’re playing. Immediately. Forever. I will bounce. I will paw. I will try to initiate zoomies whether they signed up for that activity or not. Because of this… I am probably not the right match for a grumpy senior dog. Listen. I respect my elders. I do. But if your current dog prefers crossword puzzles, quiet reflection, and yelling at clouds… and I come flying in like, “BESTIE LET’S WRESTLE AT MAXIMUM SPEED,” that might not be the peaceful retirement they envisioned. I have not met a cat yet. So at this time, the feline community and I remain mysterious strangers in separate tax brackets. Now, let’s think this through. I have the enthusiasm of a motivational speaker and the impulse control of a toddler with a juice box. If I see something small and fast? I will likely assume we are playing tag. Immediately. Without consent forms. So, would I love your cat...absolutely. Would they love me? Debatable. Have I been around kids? Yes. A 16-year-old, to be exact. Which, in my professional opinion, is basically a tall puppy with car keys. And let me tell you — I am the playful sidekick. Think energetic best friend in a coming-of-age movie. I would likely do well with kids who understand that I am, in fact, a baby. A smart baby. A bouncy baby. A baby who might occasionally forget that fingers are not chew toys, because I am still learning how to exist in society. Energy level? An 8. I wake up ready to participate. But I also crash. Hard. After I’ve zoomed, bounced, investigated, and supervised your entire household, I am fully capable of curling up like a tiny croissant and pretending I’ve never caused a single moment of tom foolery in my life. Adventure-seeker or homebody? I am young and the world is brand new. I want to see things. Smell things. Learn things. I’m a Border Collie mix — curiosity is basically factory-installed and I imagine I would love to go places with my new family. Now, after said adventure, will I dramatically collapse into a nap like I just returned from a marathon? Also yes. But I’m not a “stay inside and contemplate life” kind of girl. I want movement. Experiences. Stories to tell the other dogs about. How would I describe my overall temperament? Imagine a motivational speaker. Now shrink her down to 7 pounds. Add fur. Remove the ability to pay bills. That’s me. I assume good things are about to happen. I assume everyone loves me. I assume the toy will squeak again if I try hard enough. I operate on optimism and snacks. Would I thrive best with a securely fenced yard or in an apartment with leash walks? Okay. Let’s be realistic. I am an 8-week-old Border Collie mix with an energy level of “politely athletic.” I have legs. I intend to use them. A securely fenced yard? Incredible. Ideal. A safe little kingdom where I can zoom, practice my dramatic turns, and work through my very important puppy thoughts. Could I technically live in an apartment? Sure. I am small. ut here’s the thing — small does not equal low-energy. My brain needs things to do. My body needs movement. If apartment life is the plan, you’d better be committed to structured walks, enrichment, training sessions, and not just assuming I’ll “figure it out.” I will figure it out… but you might not like my solution. Oh good. We’re talking about my future family now. So a few things to know. Potty training? That’s on you. I don’t come pre-programmed with a bathroom map. Puppy proofing? Also you. If you leave shoes, cords, or mysterious objects within reach, I will assume they are enrichment activities. Socializing? Critical. I need to meet the world in a positive, structured way so I grow up confident and brilliant instead of suspicious and bored. I’m wired to be smart and active — that’s not a flaw, that’s potential. But potential needs direction. Training? Oh, I am ready. I’m a Border Collie mix. My brain lights up when you teach me things. But someone has to actually… teach me. If you’re expecting me to download “Perfect Adult Dog 2.0” overnight, that’s not how software updates work. Okay wait...maybe that is how they work, but that is not how Karen's work. ;) And now… my official sign off. 💁🏼‍♀️✨ Look. I’m seven pounds of happy. I’m smart, sparkly, wildly optimistic, and fully convinced life is one big group project I’m going to ace. I’m sweet. I’m social. I’m ridiculously trainable. And I love with my whole tiny, wiggly body. If you’re ready to raise a clever little overachiever who will adore you forever? I’m your girl. Now for the important part. You cannot just “vibe” your way into adopting me. This is not a walk-up situation. You need to fill out the adoption application. With the details. So the rescue can send it to my foster family and they can make sure you’re worthy of this level of fabulous. And then you must pick me up in Hutchinson, KS. I will not be teleporting. I am advanced, but not that advanced. So go ahead. Fill out the app at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app. Impress my foster family. Plan your road trip. Because I’m not waiting around forever… I have a destiny to fulfill. 💅💕 “I’m kind of psychic. I have a fifth sense.” ✨ Karen Smith

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Hi. I’m Regina George. Yes, that Regina George. Except instead of ruling North Shore High, I currently rule the backyard, the toy basket, and your personal space. You’re welcome. I’m a happy-go-lucky girl with the emotional range of a golden retriever and the confidence of someone who absolutely knows she looks good in every light. Sunlight? Glowing. Kitchen lighting? Ethereal. Mud? Fashion statement. I’m an 8-week-old female Border Collie mix who was part of an “unexpected litter.” Don’t worry, though — my mama is getting spayed. My siblings and I suddenly needed somewhere safe to go, and now here I am. Tiny. Fluffy. Slightly dramatic. Entirely adorable. Long story short, guys, if you want a puppy who stares into your soul while calculating how to outsmart gravity? That’s me. If you want a puppy who is sweet, playful, and already showing signs of being eager to please? Also me. If you want a puppy who will need you to actually engage your brain, I have one too? Definitely me. So yes, I may have started as an “unexpected” surprise… But I fully intend to be the best decision you ever make. Other dogs? Let's just say I don't just get along with them, I elevate the entire social atmosphere. I love other dogs. Big, small, fluffy, awkward — I assume everyone is my friend until proven otherwise. I come in confident, playful, and ready to mingle. No wallflower energy here. If someone is shy, I gently encourage them. If someone is playful, buckle up. If someone is grumpy… well, I will probably try once more just to be sure. Now let’s be honest. I am probably not for a grumpy old dog who believes fun was outlawed in 2009. If your resident dog prefers quiet reflection, herbal tea, and judging the youth from across the room… I may be a lot. I respect my elders, but I also believe in cardio and enthusiasm. I am eight weeks old. My hobbies include bouncing, initiating games, and assuming everyone wants to participate. Cats? Excellent question. The answer is… we have no idea. If you have a confident, dog-savvy cat who isn’t offended by enthusiasm, we could probably negotiate. If your cat prefers a quiet, statue-like existence? We would need to take things slowly and respectfully. Kids? Oh absolutely. I am being fostered with a 16 year old and I love to play, and kids who want an enthusiastic, zoom-ready companion are my kind of people. I match energy. If they’re laughing, I’m bouncing. If they’re running, I’m herding— I mean, accompanying. Very supportively. Now, let’s remember I am eight weeks old. I am small, wiggly, and occasionally forget that teeth are sharp. So supervision is key because I’m still learning manners and appropriate excitement levels. I’m not wild — I’m just new. Energy level? An 8. I wake up ready. Ready to play. Ready to learn. Ready to investigate why that shadow moved. I’ve got that happy, busy, Border Collie mix brain that likes to do things. Sitting around staring at walls is not my brand. But let’s be clear — I’m not unhinged. I’m not bouncing off drywall. I just have enthusiasm. Structured play? Yes. Training sessions? Love them. Backyard zoomies? Obviously. Snuggles after I’ve properly exercised my brain and body? Absolutely. Adventure-seeker or homebody? I would absolutely thrive on outings. New smells? New places? New people to charm? Sign me up. I have a curious little brain and I’d love to see what the world has to offer (with proper training and guidance, obviously — I’m not freelancing). But I’m also perfectly content turning your backyard into my personal enrichment center. Toss a toy, set up a little training session, let me zoom in circles like a tiny athlete — I don’t need a passport to be fulfilled. I just need engagement. I’m not a couch ornament. I’m also not demanding skydiving every weekend. I’m that sweet spot in the middle — active, curious, and happiest when I get to do life with you. Overall temperament? Picture a tiny motivational speaker with paws. I am happy-go-lucky in the most unapologetic way. I wake up assuming today will be amazing. I assume you are amazing. I assume the toy basket is amazing. I assume the wind is amazing. It’s a gift, really. I am powered by curiosity, playtime, and the deep belief that every moment is an opportunity to do something fun. But here’s the important part: that energy is paired with sweetness. I’m affectionate. I’m people-oriented. I genuinely like being near my humans. I’m not just busy — I’m engaged. I want to interact, learn, connect. Best living situation? Let’s not overcomplicate this. Secure. Fenced. Yard. I am an 8-week-old Border Collie mix with an energy level of “let’s do something productive.” A securely fenced yard gives me space to zoom, train, play, and burn off that brilliant little brain power safely. Could I technically live somewhere without a fence? Maybe. With a very committed, very active, very consistent human who understands that leash walks alone are not the same as structured play and mental stimulation. Now let’s be very clear about something: I am a baby. A fluffy, intelligent, rapidly learning baby. Which means my future family needs to be prepared. Potty training? I’m capable. I just need consistency. A schedule. Puppy-proofing? That’s on you. I explore with my mouth because I don’t have hands and Google isn’t accessible to me yet. Socialization? Crucial. I need to see the world in positive, structured ways. New people, new environments, new experiences — all introduced thoughtfully so I grow into a confident, well-rounded adult. That investment happens early. Training? Oh please, I’m a Border Collie mix. I want to learn. Use my brain. Teach me things. Challenge me. If you put in the effort, I will absolutely show off later and make you look good. But potential only turns into greatness if my family is ready to step up. If you’re excited about raising a smart, joyful, energetic girl into an amazing adult dog? We’re going to thrive. And now, the part where I gently remind you that your life could be significantly improved by adding me to it. I am sweet. I am playful. I am smart. I am the perfect blend of “let’s go do something fun” and “okay now let’s snuggle like we pay bills together.” If you are feeling emotionally moved (as you should be) about adopting me, here’s how this works: You don’t just message “is she available?” and hope I magically appear in your living room. No. You fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app. A real one. With effort. With intention. With the understanding that my foster family will be reviewing. Once approved, you will need to pick me up in Hutchinson, Kansas. I am not being shipped. I am not hopping on a Greyhound. I will be waiting in Hutchinson like the prize-winning, four-legged treasure I am. So go ahead. Submit the app. Clear your schedule. Gas up the car. I’ll be here — being adorable, being brilliant, and waiting for my forever humans to make the best decision of their lives. “Get in, loser. We’re going shopping.” — Regina George 💅🐾

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