Border Collie puppies and dogs in Henryetta, Oklahoma

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.

Hi. I’m James Dean. Yes, that James Dean energy… just significantly fluffier and with way fewer bad decisions. I’d like to formally clear my name of any rumors suggesting I’m a wild rebel without a cause. I am, in fact, a rebel with a nap schedule. I’m calm, docile, and overall very go-with-the-flow. I love to play, but I don’t need to run your household or scale the furniture like a caffeinated raccoon. I’m easygoing, sweet, and genuinely just happy to be here. I’m the kind of guy who enjoys company, appreciates a good routine, and believes life is best when it includes snacks, soft places to lie down, and people who think I’m perfect (because I am). I’m a 4–5 month old, ~36-lb male Border Collie mix, which means I was genetically engineered to be fluffy, thoughtful, and quietly judging your life choices from a comfortable distance. I’m calm, docile, and very much an easygoing guy… until playtime happens and I briefly remember I am, in fact, a puppy. Then it’s a little bounce, a little zoom, a little “wow I love being alive,” followed by an immediate return to chill mode. Before all this luxury foster life business, my siblings and I were abandoned and left to fend for ourselves. Not ideal. A very kind Good Samaritan made sure we were fed and safe as best they could, but we were still living outside—and let me tell you, outdoor living hits different when Arctic weather and aggressively cold snow show up uninvited. Thankfully, rescue swooped in just in time, and now I’m warm, safe, and fully committed to never seeing winter from the outside again. I love other dogs. Love them. Adore them. Think they are the absolute best invention since treats. If there is another dog in the vicinity, I will happily engage in professional-grade playtime that includes wrestling, zooming, and the occasional dramatic flop for effect. I have not met a cat. That said, I’m a pretty calm, easygoing guy with excellent vibes and zero interest in unnecessary drama. I have not been around kids yet. What I can tell you is that I’m calm, gentle, and generally operate on “easygoing old soul” settings—so with proper introductions and supervision (because, again, puppy), I’d likely approach the situation with curiosity and polite confusion rather than chaos. On the official Energy Level Scale, I clock in at a very respectable 5. This means I enjoy playing, exploring, and having moments where I remember I am a puppy with legs that go fast… but I am not interested in turning your house into a 24/7 obstacle course. I do a little fun, a little frolic, and then I sit down like a gentleman. I would like to go on record as equal parts adventure-seeker and professional homebody. I enjoy adventures in reasonable doses, followed immediately by being inside. Warm. Safe. Preferably on furniture. In fact, I was the first among my siblings to locate the couch, recognize its importance, and claim it as a key resource. A natural leader, really. So I’ll happily join you for some playtime or exploring, but my heart belongs to indoor living, soft surfaces, and strategic couch naps. I like balance. I like comfort. My overall temperament? Calm. Docile. Surprisingly well-adjusted for someone my age. Don’t get me wrong—I am still pure puppy. I love to play, I enjoy a good romp, and I will absolutely entertain you just by existing because apparently I’m “funny to watch” and “so cute it hurts” (your words, not mine, but I’ll accept them). Water? I have not officially tested my feelings about pools, sprinklers, hoses, or any other suspicious wet situations. HOWEVER—I would like it noted for the record that I loved the snow. Now, let’s talk real estate. While I could theoretically adapt to many living situations, my ideal setup includes a yard. Yard playtime is my jam. I like being outside on my own terms, supervising the perimeter, casually existing near other dogs, and then wandering back inside when I’ve had enough fresh air. I don’t need constant human micromanagement, but I do appreciate having space to stretch my legs and enjoy some peaceful outdoor time. I am a puppy. A very good one. A calm one. A charming one. But still—a puppy. Which means my future family will need to come prepared to do some very normal, very responsible human things such as: potty training, puppy-proofing, socializing, and training me to become the excellent adult dog I am clearly destined to be. I need positive experiences with people, dogs, sounds, places, and everyday life things so I can grow into the confident, well-adjusted adult I am clearly destined to become. Clear expectations, gentle structure, and consistency will help me shine. I’m not here to run your household—I just need you to explain how it works. And now, the grand finale, brought to you by me—James Dean, professional heart-stealer and extremely reasonable puppy. I’m affectionate, laid back, funny without trying, and honestly just a very easy puppy to love. All I’m asking is that you fall in love (this part will happen automatically), fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app (this part requires effort), and then we’ll send it along to my foster family so they can confirm that yes, I am exactly as charming as advertised. Once approved, you will need to pick me up in OKC. I will not be shipping myself. I will not be Ubering. I will, however, be waiting patiently So go ahead. Apply. I promise to be worth the drive, the paperwork, and the lifelong commitment.

"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 🐾💛

Ah yes. Meet Graffin. A man.....err I mean a puppy. A myth....A Legend. A puppy powered entirely by enthusiasm, vibes, and the firm belief that everyone he meets is already his best friend — they just don’t know it yet. He loves everyone. People, dogs, probably houseplants if they’d respond. There is no stranger danger here — only “oh hi, I’ve been waiting for you specifically.” He’s the kind of puppy who makes friends in line at the coffee shop and somehow convinces them to scratch his ears. Boundaries? He’s heard of them. He simply chooses optimism instead. Now, let’s talk about his wardrobe. Graffin loves clothes. Not tolerates. Loves. This is not a dog who begrudgingly allows a sweater — this is a dog who understands that fashion = warmth = emotional security. He gets cold, okay? And frankly, he deserves layers. Tiny jackets. Little sweaters. Possibly a fall collection. If you’ve ever wanted a dog who looks at an outfit and says, “Yes, this feels correct,” Graffin is your guy. Graffin is a 10-week-old, 10-pound male Border Collie mix who somehow survived the start to this cold winter all by himself — which is honestly wild when you consider that this boy now believes blankets, sweaters, and being held like a precious artifact are basic necessities. When he was found outside, neglect had already done a number on him — he’d lost some of his fur, was painfully skinny, and came preloaded with worms he absolutely did not order. Thankfully, a kind human scooped him up and took him to the vet, the vet reached out to us, and the rest is history because no one with a soul can look at that face and say no. It’s simply not a thing that happens. Science has confirmed this. Fast forward to now and Graffin is thriving. His fur is growing back, his belly is full, and he has discovered two of life’s greatest pleasures: coats and being carried around like royalty. He truly believes he was meant to be a purse dog and was cruelly placed into the body of a Border Collie mix instead. If given the option to walk or be held, he will absolutely choose “held,” preferably while wearing a sweater and being told he’s handsome. Repeatedly. Let’s talk about Graffin’s social skills, which can best be described as extremely confident for someone who still trips over his own feet. With other dogs, Graffin shows up like the over-enthusiastic party guest who didn’t read the room but brought enough energy for everyone. He means well. He’s just very excited to be included and would like to immediately be friends, play, wrestle, and possibly share a life story — all within the first 3 seconds. This also means that if you’ve got a cranky old senior dog — the canine equivalent of a grandpa in tube socks yelling “GET OFF MY LAWN” at 6 a.m. — Graffin is probably… not their idea of a relaxing retirement plan. So while Graffin is all heart, enthusiasm, and wiggles with other dogs, he’s best suited for a home that can appreciate his zest for life — not one where someone is just trying to nap in peace and yell at clouds. Cats? According to Graffin, cats are highly suspicious creatures who clearly need to be announced. He does okay with them, but may initially bark at them like he’s filing a formal complaint and would like management to know there is, in fact, a cat present. Kids? He hasn’t officially met any yet, so we’re not making promises — but given his energy level and enthusiasm, he’d probably greet them the same way he greets everyone else: with excitement, kisses, and the assumption that personal space is a myth. New people, though? Oh, he’s obsessed. Absolute social butterfly. If you have a pulse, Graffin loves you. If you don’t, he’s still willing to try. His greeting style includes enthusiastic kisses and a little puppy nibble here and there — not aggression, just his way of saying, “Hello, I am very happy you exist and I must express this with my face immediately.” Energy-wise, he’s sitting at about a 7 out of 10, which translates to: “I have places to be, things to sniff, and absolutely no idea what the plan is — but I’m excited about it.” Adventure-seeker or homebody? Honestly, he’s flexible. Couch snuggles? Love those. Exploring the world like it personally invited him? Also yes. He’s the kind of dog who will happily go on an outing and then dramatically pass out afterward like he’s done something heroic. Temperament-wise, Graffin is quirky, silly, and attention-loving. He thrives on interaction and would like to be included in whatever you’re doing — even if he has no idea what it is. Water? Hard pass. Toys? Absolutely yes. Toys are excellent and should be celebrated accordingly. As for his ideal setup, Graffin isn’t picky. A securely fenced yard would be great. An apartment with consistent walks and exercise? Also doable. The key is engagement. Move his body, stimulate his brain, let him be involved, and he’ll be a very happy, slightly ridiculous little guy who wil have you wrapped around his paw in a nanosecond. Graffin has the heart. The potential. The vibes. What he does not have yet is a fully formed understanding of how society works. Potty training? That’s on you, hero. Socialization? Also your assignment. Graffin believes everyone is a friend he simply hasn’t kissed yet, but he still needs exposure to dogs, people, kids, weird noises, new places, and everyday objects that puppies find personally offensive — like trash cans, vacuum cleaners, and anything that moves unexpectedly. Training overall? Congratulations — you’re the professor. Graffin is not studying flash cards or cramming for obedience finals on his own. He’s a blank notebook with zoomies. A tiny sponge in a sweater. Smart, eager, and ready to learn, but absolutely relying on you to show him the ropes. At the end of the day, Graffin is sweet, affectionate, hilarious, and full of promise. He’s the kind of pup who had a rough start, bounced back with resilience, and now just needs someone willing to guide him as he grows into the incredible dog he’s clearly meant to be. With the right human, he won’t just be good — he’ll be the dog people talk about when they say, “I didn’t even like dogs before… but this one? This one is special." If Graffin has stolen your heart (and let’s be honest, he already has), 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. Graffin does not accept telepathic commitments, vibes, or “DM me” as legally binding agreements. And yes — pickup is in Hutchinson, Kansas. Graffin will not be Ubering. He will not be meeting halfway. He will, however, be waiting patiently in a sweater, fully prepared to be carried to your car like the tiny prince he believes himself to be. Apply. Come get him. Let him live his best carried-around, well-loved, sweater-wearing life with you.

Meet Richard Dawson. Named after a Hollywood heartthrob, built like a walking serotonin dispenser, and fully convinced the world exists solely to love him back. If you’ve ever wondered what would happen if you combined a charming 1960s game-show host, a golden retriever’s optimism, and a puppy who wakes up every day genuinely thrilled to exist — congratulations, you’ve just met him. Richard is sweet, happy, and operating under the firm belief that the world is mostly made of friends he simply hasn’t greeted yet. He’s the kind of pup who smiles with his whole body. Richard is a 4–5-month-old male Border Collie mix with a rescue origin story that includes grit, survival, and narrowly avoiding becoming a snow-covered popsicle. Richard and his siblings were left to fend for themselves — outdoors, on their own, doing their best impression of rugged survivalists despite being… babies. Thankfully, a kind samaritan stepped in and kept them safe as long as they could. Still, they were living outside, and Mother Nature was fully preparing to drop her Arctic weather special complete with bitter cold and a whole lot of snow. Thanks to some amazing foster families, we were able to scoop him and his brothers up right before Mother Nature did her thing. Despite his rough start, Richard is shockingly sweet, happy, and still deeply convinced that people are wonderful and life is good. Richard likes other dogs. In theory. In spirit. In concept. He just prefers to do his socializing on his own schedule, with appropriate notice, and ideally after he’s decided everyone has earned the privilege. He wants to play, but not in a chaotic free-for-all. He strongly prefers the company of bigger, calmer, more mature dogs — the ones who don’t feel the need to parkour off the couch or yell about nothing. He gravitates toward the old souls. The mentors. The dogs who understand naps, boundaries, and minding their business. So yes, he’s young. Yes, he’s cute. But emotionally? Richard Dawson is already living like a retired gentleman who enjoys the company of sensible adults and has absolutely no interest in raising other people’s children. As for people — Richard is shy at first, because he is a gentleman and not a golden retriever who throws himself at strangers for validation. He likes to observe. Assess. Decide if you are worthy. Once you pass the vibe check, though, he’s all in. As for kids, he hasn’t been around little ones, but given his overall vibe, he’d probably be fine — especially if the kids are the type who understand that not every dog wants to be grabbed like a stuffed animal at Target. Cats? Richard Dawson has not yet participated in a formal Feline Evaluation Program. At this time, cats exist purely as a concept to him — like taxes or parallel parking. Richard Dawson runs on a 5/10 energy setting. He’s active enough to have fun, chill enough to respect a nap schedule, and absolutely not interested in being a nonstop adrenaline machine. Adventure dog or homebody? Richard is adaptable. He can go places. He can stay home. He can supervise errands or supervise naps. His main requirement is snacks and moral support. Location is negotiable. Temperament-wise, Richard is sweet, happy, and gentle — with a shy, sensitive side that needs a moment to warm up. Once he decides you’re safe, though? Congrats. You’ve been promoted to Trusted Human. Benefits include loyalty, affection, and him quietly choosing you as his emotional support person. Water play? Absolutely not. He would like to be excluded from that storyline entirely. Toys? Yes. Toys are sacred. Toys are life. Housing-wise, Richard Dawson is very flexible and shockingly non-judgmental about square footage. Apartment? Sure. House? Great. Fenced yard? Love that for him. No fence but committed leash walks? Acceptable, as long as you mean it and aren’t lying to yourself. Richard Dawson is politely potty-training, which means he’s doing his best but still needs a solid schedule and a human who understands that “just vibes” is not an acceptable bathroom plan. He is kennel-trained and totally fine about it. Chewing? Shockingly innocent. He is not destroying shoes, furniture, or your will to live. Barking? He’s a casual commentator. Mostly quiet, but will absolutely join in if the rest of the dogs start a group discussion about nothing. Overall, Richard is a sweet, sensitive pup who started off shy, warmed up beautifully, and continues to improve with routine and structure. So here’s the deal — if you’re looking for a sweet, sensitive, ridiculously charming heartthrob who just needs a little structure and a lot of love, Richard Dawson is ready for his happily-ever-after. BUT. You cannot simply declare that you want him. This is not a drive-by adoption situation. You must fill out an actual adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it to his foster family — because yes, paperwork exists and yes, it matters, even when the puppy is extremely handsome. If approved, you will then need to pick him up in Hutchinson, KS. Richard does not ship. He does not teleport. He does not come with free delivery. This is part of the commitment, and frankly, he’s worth the trip.