Border Collie puppies and dogs in Claremore, Oklahoma

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Some dogs are espresso shots. I’m more like the warm mug you keep refilling because you didn’t realize how much you needed me until I was already in your hands. I’m the kind of guy who sits in the back of the class, actually doing the assignment, mentally noting that half of you are chewing on pencils for no reason. I don’t need to be the loudest or the flashiest—never have. I observe. I assess. I decide who’s worth my time… and once you make the cut, congratulations—you get my goofy, sweet, slightly ridiculous inner circle version. I love playing with my close friends, and when I’m comfortable, I’ll surprise you with my zoomies, my silly moments, and my very serious opinions about cuddle positioning. So if you’re looking for a flashy show-off who throws himself at everyone he meets, I’m probably not your guy. But if you want the quiet heartthrob who sneaks up on you and then never really leaves your side? Yeah. That’s me. James.... Before we dive too far in, I should probably start with the part where I survived my independent outdoor survival era—because yes, that was a thing. I’m a 4–5 month old, ~30 lb Pyr/Border Collie mix, and before I landed here, my siblings and I were abandoned and doing our best “tiny rugged adventurer” impression. Thankfully, a very kind human made sure we were fed and safe-ish, even though we were living outside. It wasn’t glamorous, but honestly, up until then...it was the only life we had ever known. Right as the Arctic weather decided to roll in with its aggressive snow and “absolutely not” temperatures, Pyr Paws swooped in like the heroes they are and scooped us up just in time. Honestly? Excellent timing. I look great in snow, but I strongly prefer observing it from indoors with snacks. I get along with other dogs just fine—I’m just not here to wrestle every stranger I meet like it’s a middle school gym class. I respect personal space. I appreciate dogs who do the same. If we’re friends? Great, I’ll play. If we’re not? Also great, I’ll simply coexist like a well-adjusted adult. I have not yet been formally introduced to any feline roommates, so my official stance is “to be determined.” I suspect I would approach the situation thoughtfully, with mild curiosity and zero chaos—because that’s my brand—but until science runs the experiment, we simply cannot say. I have been around a 16-year-old human, and I would like the record to show that it went very well. She provided excellent pets, solid companionship, and understood that I am not a jungle gym. In return, I offered calm presence and occasional playful sidekick energy. A mutually respectful arrangement, really. If this is what “teenagers” are like, I approve. On a scale of 1 to 10, my energy level is a very intentional 5. I can play. I can engage. I can absolutely show up when it’s time to have fun. But I can also chill. Observe. Lounge dramatically. Recharge. Am I an adventure-seeker or a homebody? At this time, I am a young, indecisive puppy with mixed feelings. Some days I’m like, yes, let’s explore the world, see the sights, sniff everything. Other days I’m like, counterpoint: the couch exists. I’m still figuring out who I am and what my brand is, but early signs point to “moderate adventure, followed by a nap.” I’m best described as gentle, a little shy, and very much a sweetheart in progress. I like to take my time getting comfortable. I hang back, watch the room, and quietly decide that yes, this seems safe… and also you seem nice. With other puppies, though, I loosen up faster and enjoy a good play session once I’m feeling settled. When it comes to people, I might not run up and demand attention right away, but once I know you? Oh, I love a good pet. I just need a minute to warm up first. I may be a slow start, but I promise I’m very worth the wait—and I come with a surprisingly goofy side once I trust you. As for housing requirements: I would very much like a securely fenced yard. Somewhere I can safely roam, sniff, and stare into the distance like a dog in an indie film. Could I survive without one? Sure. Would I reach my full potential without it? Debatable. Basically—give me toys, a yard, and a family who understands that I am a gentleman with zoomies, and we’ll all be very happy. Before we go any further, I’d like to address something important: I am still young, which means puppy-proofing your home will be your responsibility, not a reflection of my character. I am learning how the world works, and sometimes the world leaves very interesting items within reach. That feels like a setup. I’ll also need you to commit to socialization and training so I can grow into the well-adjusted, emotionally stable adult everyone brags about. With consistency and patience, I’m going to shine. And now, the part where you admit that you have fallen in love and take the next step in welcoming me home. Fill out the adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so the nice rescue people can send it to my foster family and confirm that you are, in fact, prepared to be obsessed with me. Then come pick me up in Hutchinson, KS, which I assume is your way of proving you’re serious about this relationship.

Meet Frank Sinatra 🎶 He is the emotional support playlist you didn’t know you needed. Overall, Frank is sweet and steady, the canine equivalent of a perfectly tailored suit. He’s gentle in his interactions, thoughtful in his movements, and carries himself like a dog who knows he’s handsome but doesn’t feel the need to brag about it. While some puppies are out here doing backflips for attention, Frank is content to lean in close, give you a soulful look, and let you fall in love naturally. Frank Sinatra isn’t here for drama. He’s here for lifelong loyalty, cozy evenings, and being the steady, sweet presence you didn’t know you were missing. If you’ve ever wanted a dog who feels like a warm blanket, a slow song, and a best friend all rolled into one… congratulations. You just found your heartthrob. 💙 Frank Sinatra is a 4–5 month old, 25lb male Border Collie mix who came to us after being abandoned with his siblings. The little crooner and his siblings were left to fend for themselves, but thankfully landed in the care of a kind Good Samaritan who did everything they could to keep them safe—even though the pups were living outdoors and it wasn’t a long-term solution. We were able to scoop Frank and his siblings up just in time, right before Mother Nature decided to unleash her dramatic winter finale—complete with Arctic temperatures and plenty of very cold snow. Timing-wise? Immaculate. Frank traded surviving the elements for blankets, safety, and the good life. Frank Sinatra gets along with other dogs the way a true gentleman should—politely, joyfully, and with just enough enthusiasm to make it clear he’s very interested in being invited to play. He loves other dogs and is always down for a good romp, a friendly wrestle, or a “let’s all run around like we have no responsibilities” moment. Social, sweet, and not here to start drama—Frank is the kind of dog who makes friends easily and somehow manages to keep the vibe wholesome while doing it. Frank Sinatra has not yet been formally introduced to a cat. That said, given his gentle, easygoing nature, we’re cautiously optimistic he’d approach the situation with curiosity, respect, and possibly a very polite “hello” before waiting to see how the "strange creature" feels about the arrangement. Frank Sinatra has not yet had the pleasure of meeting any kids, so at this time he remains blissfully unaware of juice boxes, sudden shrieks, sticky fingers, and the mysterious art of crumbing snacks everywhere. Frank Sinatra is a bit of a sensitive soul, the kind of pup who feels things deeply and prefers his world on the calmer side. Because of that, he may not be the best match for a household full of constant motion, high-volume enthusiasm, and toddlers running through the house like tiny, unpredictable hurricanes. Loud, fast, and chaotic isn’t really his vibe. That said, pair Frank with a calmer kiddo who understands gentle interactions, and you’ve got the beginning of a truly special friendship. We can easily picture him glued to their side, quietly supervising homework, curling up during movie nights, or following them from room to room like a soft, fluffy shadow. He’s the kind of dog who bonds deeply, offers steady comfort, and thrives when he feels safe and understood. Frank Sinatra approaches meeting new people the way a true introvert does, with a brief moment of suspicion, a little side-eye, and a quiet internal debate about whether you’re worth his time. Once he’s decided you’re safe (and preferably have functioning hands for petting), the walls come down. Frank warms up beautifully and turns into a fan of attention, affection, and being told what a good boy he is. Frank Sinatra absolutely requires assistance getting into the car—because physics exist. He’s simply too small to leap into an SUV like some kind of action hero, so he appreciates a polite lift, thank you very much. Once inside, though? Total professional. He rides like a gentleman—quiet, calm, and acting as if he’s been doing chauffeured car rides his whole life. New places are still a bit intimidating, and he prefers to take a moment to process the situation before making his grand exit. With a little reassurance and some practice, we fully expect him to gain confidence and realize that car rides usually lead to perfectly acceptable destinations. Frank Sinatra is what we like to call a balanced lifestyle icon. He’s absolutely down for adventures—playtime, exploring, romping around like he’s got somewhere important to be. If there’s fun happening, Frank would like to be included, preferably front and center, living his best puppy life. That said, once the adventure quota has been met, he is more than happy to clock out and become a full-time homebody. Curling up, napping, and sticking close to his people are also high on his priority list. He’s the rare pup who can play hard and chill harder—equally content chasing fun or snoozing next to you like that was the plan all along. Basically, Frank is flexible. Adventure when it’s time. Cozy when it’s not. A true professional. Frank Sinatra’s overall temperament can best be described as “polite introvert with occasional bursts of puppy nonsense.” When he first meets you, he’s a little unsure—but don’t be fooled, the tail is still wagging. He’s curious, hopeful, and quietly optimistic about this whole “new people” situation, even if he needs a minute to warm up. At his core, Frank is genuinely sweet and calm, especially once he feels safe. He has that soft, thoughtful energy that makes you want to protect him at all costs. But let’s be clear—he is still a puppy. He loves to play, gets bursts of joyful energy, and has been spotted enthusiastically chasing leaves when the wind blows, as if they personally challenged him. It’s equal parts adorable and deeply entertaining. Overall, Frank is a wonderful mix of gentle soul and playful pup—sweet, calm, and just silly enough to keep life interesting. Frank Sinatra has not yet formed an official opinion on water. However, we can confidently report that he is a big fan of snow. Fluffy white stuff falling from the sky? Ten out of ten. Would frolic again. Frank Sinatra is a toy enthusiast. If there’s a toy involved, he’s interested. If it squeaks? Even better. Toys are clearly a major source of joy, entertainment, and Very Important Puppy Business for him. He loves to play, toss them around, and keep himself occupied like a professional at work. Frank Sinatra is fairly adaptable and could make himself at home in just about any setup—as long as his needs are met. Apartment? Possibly. House with no fence and regular leash walks? Also doable. That said, let’s talk logistics. Frank loves to run, and if he ever finds himself off leash, there’s a solid chance he’ll briefly forget you exist while he explores at top speed. Catching him quickly may turn into an impromptu cardio session you did not plan for. Because of that, a securely fenced yard would be the best scenario. Frank is still a puppy, so accidents still happen every now and then but he is doing very well with a consistent routine and frequent trips outside. The effort is there, the progress is real, and those puppy brain cells are absolutely clocked in and working hard. Frank Sinatra is the smallest of his litter. He’s likely to stay on the more petite side when fully grown, complete with the most adorable short little legs that somehow make him even more charming. It’s impossible to take him seriously when he’s trotting around and brings a smile to your face pretty much every time. Personality-wise, he is incredibly sweet, gentle, and affectionate. Frank has a soft presence and a kind heart, the type of dog who quietly works his way into your life and then refuses to leave (emotionally). He doesn’t demand attention—he earns it just by being himself. With his loving nature and endearing quirks, he’s going to make a truly wonderful addition to a home that’s ready to appreciate a smaller, softer, sweet-as-can-be pup with leading-man looks and a whole lot of heart. If you’re looking for a sweet, gentle, playful little heartthrob with short legs, a calm soul, and just enough puppy antics to keep life entertaining, Frank Sinatra is ready to take center stage in your home. If you think you might be his forever human, you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it along to his foster family—Frank does insist on proper paperwork before committing to a lifelong relationship. Pickup will be in Oklahoma City, because even heartthrobs don’t come with delivery service.

"I’m basically the equivalent of warm cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven — except I’m a dog, and instead of icing I come fully frosted with joy." Hello, Montgomery Clift here, and yes, I’m aware that my name sounds like I should be wearing a turtleneck and brooding dramatically near a window. Unfortunately for those hoping for that aesthetic, I am happy, like very happy. Like you just booked your beach vacation, or you just told your kid that you guys are going to Disneyland. Yep, that kind of happy! I’m a 4–5 month old, 32-lb Border Collie mix, and despite my very serious, old-Hollywood name, I am powered almost entirely by happiness and vibes. I came into rescue after being abandoned with my siblings. We were left to figure things out on our own, living outside, and thankfully a very kind human made sure we were fed and safe — even though they couldn’t keep us forever. Just in time (like, dramatically just in time), we were scooped up before the Arctic weather rolled in with its rude amounts of cold and snow. Now? I am living my best indoor life. I am super sweet, constantly excited, and approach every single day like it personally invited me to a party. I’m playful, affectionate, and always happy to see you — whether you’ve been gone five minutes or five hours. I don’t really do “bad days.” I do tail wags, happy hops, and the firm belief that everything is going to be okay. Other dogs? Huge fan. Five stars. Would recommend. I am friendly, playful, and very confident in my ability to make every dog my friend. Size does not intimidate me. Age does not discourage me. If you have a dog, I will assume they are here to play with me and that this was all pre-approved. I haven’t officially met a cat yet, but based on my track record with literally everyone else, I feel it’s only fair to warn you: I am extremely enthusiastic about meeting new beings. I love attention. I love playing. I love saying hello like it’s the most important event of the day. So if a cat exists, I will probably assume it is a friend-shaped mystery who desperately needs to be greeted… immediately… with joy. With proper introductions, guidance, and someone reminding me that not everyone shares my excitement level, I could absolutely learn that my level of enthusiasm might not be their idea of a fun time. Kids? My résumé is currently kid-free. That said, I am young, adaptable, and deeply motivated by attention — so the odds are in my favor. I’m a busy boy with a lot of enthusiasm and a strong appreciation for people who want to play, pet me, and tell me I’m handsome (which I am). With proper introductions and some guidance to make sure my excitement doesn’t turn into accidental chaos, I think I’d do just fine. Especially if those kids enjoy an upbeat, playful dog who is always ready to be involved in whatever is happening. Calmer or more active lifestyle? Why choose just one lifestyle when you can have both? I absolutely love adventures — outside is exciting, the world is fascinating, and I’m very interested in seeing all of it. That said, I am also a big fan of being inside where the couches live and the people are. So yes — take me on hikes, walks, outings, and fun excursions. And then let’s come back inside so I can sprawl out dramatically and recharge like the clever, cozy genius I am. Temperament wise, I would describe myself as enthusiastically optimistic, with occasional moments of “okay wait… let me think about that for half a second.” I’m excited about life, but I’m still learning, so sometimes I pause, assess, and then proceed with confidence once I realize it’s not, in fact, a threat. I love people, toys, and other dogs — basically anything that might result in fun or affection. Water? Jury’s out. I tolerated my bath like a gentleman and did not file a formal complaint. Snow, however, was very fun… briefly. I enjoyed it, played in it, and then decided I was finished. When that happened, I learned to climb onto a table to avoid further snow participation and was always the first one back inside like, “Thank you, winter, that’s enough.” Toys are excellent and I support their continued existence in my future home. Living arrangements? I’m flexible. Yard? Love it. Apartment? Cool, as long as we go on walks and I get to burn off my happy energy. No fence? Fine — leash walks and activity will do just nicely. Basically, give me daily outlets, some structure, and a reason to feel included, and I’ll thrive wherever we land. Potty trained? Emotionally, yes. Logistically, still learning. When the routine is solid, I do really well — my little puppy brain just needs consistency while it finishes downloading the rest of the software. Yes. I bark. But only for important announcements. Like when you come home — obviously this requires a celebratory vocal notification. Mornings? Also important. I’ve survived the night (and being away from you) and need everyone to be aware of that success. Just a friendly reminder that I am a puppy, not a fully polished adult with a résumé and life skills. My future family will need to do the classic puppy things: puppy-proof the house (because curiosity is my love language), socialize me so I grow up confident and well-rounded, and invest in training so I can become the impressive, well-mannered dog everyone brags about. So anyway — if you’re looking for a relentlessly happy, sweet, playful little guy who wakes up every day choosing joy and immediately wants to share it with you… hi. It’s me. I am ready. All you have to do is fill out the adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app (that lets the humans do their important human things and send it to my foster family so they can decide if you’re worthy of my vibes). Once approved, you’ll need to come pick me up in Oklahoma City, where I will be waiting and absolutely prepared to steal your entire heart. Love, Montgomery Clift Certified Good Boy in Training Currently Accepting Forever Homes 🐾💛