Border Collie puppies and dogs in Jenks, Oklahoma

Alright, settle in—yes, you too, stop pretending you don’t want to read about me. I am Hagrid… not yet the legendary groundskeeper of Hogwarts, but I have a heart approximately the size of the Great Hall… and absolutely no concept of personal space. If you’re sitting, I’m climbing into your lap. If you’re standing, I’m leaning against you. I bounce through life with the enthusiasm of a first-year who just discovered magic is real. Playtime? Mandatory. Naps? Optional. Siblings minding their business? Obviously in desperate need of me launching myself into their general vicinity like a fluffy, affectionate Hippogriff who skipped the “bow first” step. I give the kind of kisses that could probably qualify as a charm (possibly a slightly damp one), and I will happily curl up with you afterward like the world’s most loyal, oversized stuffed animal. Basically, I’m everything you didn’t know you needed. I’m a 6-week-old, 7-pound male Border Collie mix, which means I am currently pocket-sized but operating under the firm belief that I am, in fact, a full-grown magical creature. I came to the rescue alongside my siblings after we all found ourselves in a shelter—clearly a very un-Hogwarts-like start to life, but don’t worry… I’m rewriting my story. Right now, I’m basically a tiny wizard in training—full of energy, curiosity, and just enough goofiness to keep things interesting. I love to play (constantly, obviously), I hand out puppy-breath kisses like they’re enchanted gifts, and when I’m all tuckered out, I transform into a snuggly little loaf who just wants to be close to my people. As a proud namesake of Rubeus Hagrid, it is only fitting that I approach all creatures—great and small—with confidence, curiosity… and just a touch of “I absolutely believe I am the biggest thing in the room.” Other Dogs? Brilliant! Fantastic! 10/10 would approach again. I am not the least bit intimidated, mostly because I am under the impression I am at least the size of a small dragon. I love to play, I dive right in, and I assume everyone else is equally thrilled about my enthusiasm. Personal boundaries? Never heard of them. But I mean well… I just come in hot like a first-year who drank three butterbeers too many. Cats? Ah yes, the mysterious, possibly magical creatures. My experience so far is… nonexistent. They may be friends. They may be professors. They may be tiny judgmental overlords. Kids? I adore tiny humans. Truly. They are delightful, wiggly companions… with one small note: I am currently studying the ancient and sacred art of Ankle Nibbling. Think of it as my version of a love language. I get excited, I play, and sometimes I forget that not everyone appreciates being herded like a flock of enchanted sheep. BUT—when I’m not practicing my ankle-based wizardry, I am all about the cuddles, the snuggles, and being your loyal little shadow. Right, so if we’re measuring energy levels like spells… I’m operating at about a Level 9 “Expecto Zoomius.” Which, for those unfamiliar, means I am powered by pure enthusiasm. I bounce, I pounce, I instigate. If there is fun to be had, I will find it—or invent it. BUT I am also an absolute cuddlebug. Once my magical energy reserves run low, I transform into a snuggly, kiss-giving, puppy-breath-scented loaf who just wants to be as close to you as physically possible. Preferably touching. Constantly. Ah yes, welcome to the portion of my story where we discuss my ongoing education—because, shockingly, being naturally charming and devastatingly handsome is not considered a complete skill set. Potty Training: Currently a work in progress. I operate on vibes, not schedules. You will need patience, consistency, and the ability to celebrate outdoor bathroom breaks like you just won the House Cup. Leash Training: The concept of a leash is fascinating. I believe it is either a personal challenge or a decorative accessory. Either way, I may pull, zigzag, and investigate everything like I’m tracking a rogue Hippogriff. Guidance will be required. Socialization: I already assume everyone and everything exists to be my friend. This is adorable… and occasionally a bit much. I’ll need help learning appropriate introductions so I don’t come in like a magical wrecking ball of enthusiasm. Training (General Manners): Commands are currently more like… suggestions. I am very smart, which means I will absolutely learn—once we agree that participation benefits me personally. Treats will help us reach this understanding. Puppy Proofing: Your job is to remove temptation. My job is to test your commitment to that task. So, grab your wand (and maybe some chew toys), because class is officially in session. 🐾✨ And now… the part where you stop “just looking” and start making excellent life decisions. You will, in fact, need to fill out an adoption application like the responsible, committed human you claim to be. Shocking, I know. Once you do that, the nice rescue people will send it over to my foster family so they can make sure you’re worthy of all this greatness. And yes—you will also need to come pick me up in Oklahoma City, OK. I am many things… but I am not an Amazon Prime package. So… Apply at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Pack snacks. Prepare your home (and your heart). I’ll be waiting. 🐾✨

Hello, I’m Luna Lovegood—resident enchantress, part-time explorer, and full-time believer that your personal space is actually our personal space. I float through life with the quiet confidence of someone who knows Nargles are real and that cuddles are a basic human (and puppy) necessity. I specialize in soft kisses, warm snuggles, and the occasional polite-but-firm bark to remind you that yes, I do require more attention immediately. I’m adventurous, affectionate, and just the right amount of quirky to keep life interesting—like if comfort and curiosity had a very cute, slightly odd little love child. In summary: I will love you deeply, follow you mysteriously, and possibly investigate your house for invisible creatures… all while being the sweetest little soul you didn’t know you were missing. 🐾✨ I’m a 6-week-old, 5-pound Border Collie mix—small enough to fit in your arms, but already fully committed to my role as your slightly peculiar, deeply devoted shadow. My siblings and I found ourselves in a shelter—hardly the whimsical beginning I would’ve chosen—but thankfully, we were scooped up before I had to start organizing a search party for Nargles. Now I’m here, ready to move on to my next great adventure: your house. Now I spend my days doing what I do best: alternating between important explorations (the couch, the rug, your shoelaces—purely for research purposes) and positioning myself directly between your feet like it’s my life’s calling. I’m equal parts cuddle bug and curious adventurer—happy to hand out kisses one minute and gently remind you with a tiny bark that I, Luna Lovegood, require additional attention immediately. When it comes to other dogs, I’m quite friendly… in a “let’s be best friends immediately and also I will chase you if you try to leave this interaction” kind of way. If another dog runs, I simply assume it’s a game that I’ve already agreed to participate in. Personal space is more of a suggestion than a rule in my world. Cats, however, remain a bit of a mystery—like Nargles or why humans think socks belong in pairs. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting one yet, so we can consider that an unsolved magical theory. As for tiny humans? I’m a big fan. I love to cuddle, play, and be part of whatever they’re doing. I will say, I am still a baby (a very small, very adorable baby), so I occasionally express my enthusiasm with some puppy nibbles. Nothing scandalous—just your standard “I’m learning and also very excited to exist” behavior. With guidance, I’ll absolutely grow out of that phase… but for now, consider it part of my charming, slightly ditzy apprenticeship. On a scale from 1 to 10, I would describe my energy level as a solid 7—which, in non-magical terms, means I’m equal parts “let’s go on an adventure immediately” and “I shall now dramatically collapse at your feet for cuddles.” ✨🐾 At my core, I’m a sweet, affectionate little soul. I hand out kisses like it’s my full-time job, and I take my cuddling responsibilities very seriously. I’m adventurous, curious, and just independent enough to keep you on your toes. One minute I’m cozied up at your feet like I’ve always belonged there, and the next I’m off on a brave journey across the living room because something might be happening over there. In summary: I’m the perfect mix of cuddle bug and curious explorer—with just enough sass to make sure you never forget I’m here. 🐾✨ Ah yes… my future family. Now, I know what you’re thinking—“She’s tiny, she’s sweet, she gives kisses… she must come pre-programmed and perfectly trained.” Adorable. Truly. The optimism is inspiring. Let me gently clarify: I am a 6-week-old puppy, not a fully trained graduate of Hogwarts. Potty training? I currently operate under the belief that the world is my bathroom and that timing is more of a suggestion than a rule. You will need patience, consistency, and possibly the emotional resilience of someone who has survived a few troll encounters. Leash training? I assume the leash is either a decorative accessory or a mild inconvenience. We’ll figure it out together. Socialization? I love everyone. Possibly too much. I will greet new friends like I’ve known them my entire life and may invite them to a spontaneous chase scene if they try to leave. Teaching me polite introductions will be part of your noble quest. Training in general will be an ongoing collaboration. You’ll say things like “sit” and “come,” and I’ll consider your request carefully before deciding if it aligns with my current priorities. With time, snacks (lots of snacks), and patience, I will become a well-mannered little witch… but let’s not rush the magic. If you’re ready to commit to my education (and my cuddles, obviously), I promise to grow into the most enchanting companion you could ever ask for. Or at the very least… the most entertaining. 🐾✨

Excuse me—yes, hi, it’s me. Hermione Granger. Brightest witch of my age? Obviously. Brightest puppy of this litter? Also obviously. Some of us were simply born with superior intellect and impeccable instincts… like knowing exactly when it’s time to bark at Hagrid for being a bit too big for his britches. I am, how do you say, passionately expressive. If I have a thought, you will hear about it via my very refined, scholarly… tiny barks. Consider them educational lectures, really. Now, don’t let the sass fool you—I am also a highly trained expert in Advanced Snuggling, with a minor in Playtime Shenanigans. I can duel (with toys), debate (with my siblings), and then immediately curl up like the sophisticated little marshmallow I am. If you’re looking for a quiet, rule-following, background character…You may want to keep scrolling and check the Hufflepuff section. 🐾 I am a 6-week-old, 6-pound female Border Collie mix, which—if you’ve done your reading—means I am destined for greatness, mild mischief, and a lifelong commitment to being smarter than everyone in the room. Speaking of siblings—yes, we all ended up in a shelter together. Not exactly the Hogwarts acceptance letter I was expecting, but here we are. Thankfully, I’ve been rescued, because clearly the world cannot afford to lose this level of talent. When I approach another dog, I do so with the confidence of someone who has read Hogwarts, A History cover to cover. I rise onto my hind legs like I’m about to duel in the Great Hall and proceed with a very thorough nose inspection. If they seem uninterested, I assume they are either: A) intimidated by my intellect B) a bit like Ron before he’s had breakfast C) simply in need of… encouragement Apparently, I may not be for dogs who prefer a quiet, uneventful existence. If your idea of a good time is “minding your own business,” we may need to have a discussion—because your business is now our business. As far as cats go, unconfirmed magical creatures. Possibly related to Crookshanks. Would probably immediately try to befriend or voice my concerns about their sly ways. Kid? Ah yes—my people. Small humans with excellent energy levels and a clear understanding of play. I thoroughly enjoy participating in their activities, especially anything involving a ball. Soccer? Basketball? I don’t know the rules, but I do know I should have the ball at all times. I have been rated a 9 out of 10 for energy. I prefer to describe myself as enthusiastically magical. I operate somewhere between “just drank a Butterbeer” and “successfully used a Time-Turner to attend three classes and still had time for extra credit.” Personality-wise, I’ve been labeled “feisty,” which is deeply reductive. I prefer: “Gryffindor-level bravery with a touch of ‘I read the rulebook and will now enforce it. My communication style consists of tiny but powerful barks, which I use the way a proper witch uses spells—frequently, confidently, and with excellent timing. Consider them my version of “Wingardium Leviosa,” except instead of levitating objects, I’m elevating standards. ’” After I’ve finished my important duties, I’m more than happy to curl up beside you like a tiny enchanted loaf and soak up all the cuddles I can get. If you are ready for a life that feels like a full-time enrollment at Hogwarts… Congratulations. You may apply. If not… I hear the library is nice and quiet. 🐾✨ Now, before you get too excited about adopting the brightest witch of her age (you’re welcome), we need to discuss your responsibilities—because unlike certain red-headed classmates, I actually prepare for things. Potty Training: Apparently, I cannot simply go wherever inspiration strikes. This feels like an unnecessary restriction, but I’m told consistency, schedules, and praise are key. Fine. I expect you to run this like a well-organized Hogwarts timetable. Leash Training: You will attach a string to me and expect me to walk politely beside you as if I’m not a tiny explorer with places to be and things to investigate. I assume this is some sort of practical exam. I will require patience, guidance, and possibly a few motivational treats (purely for academic purposes). Socialization: Not everyone immediately understands my brilliance. Shocking, I know. So, you’ll need to help me meet new dogs, people, and environments in a positive way—so I can learn that not every interaction requires a full investigative nose inspection and a strongly worded opinion. Training: I am extremely intelligent, which means I will learn quickly… but also question everything. Think less “obedient student” and more “why is this rule in place and can I improve it?” You’ll need consistency, structure, and the emotional resilience of someone who has survived a group project with Ron and Harry. Now, onto the part where you prove you’re worthy. You don’t just get a Hermione. You must apply for a Hermione. Yes, that means filling out the adoption application like a responsible adult so it can be sent to my foster family for review. Think of it as your entrance exam. I will be grading silently. And once you pass? You will need to physically travel to Oklahoma City, OK to retrieve your prize (me). No owls, no Floo powder, no magical delivery services—just you, your car, and excellent decision-making skills. So go ahead. Apply at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Impress me. I’ll be here… being adorable and waiting for you to catch up. 🐾✨

Hello, yes, it is I… Harry Potter. The boy who lived. The runt who thrived. The tiny wizard with the personality of a full-grown dragon. Now before you go thinking I’m some fragile little teacup situation—let me stop you right there. I may be the smallest in my litter, but I come with a Hogwarts-level appetite and the confidence of someone who absolutely did not read the instructions but still passed the exam. While my siblings are busy engaging in what I can only describe as “chaotic Gryffindor nonsense,” I occasionally take a more… strategic approach. You might find me off on my own, lounging like a wise old wizard who has seen things (mostly the bottom of a food bowl). So yes, I’m tiny. But if you think that means I’m anything less than brave, bold, and just a little bit legendary… well, you might want to re-read the books. 🐾✨ I’m a 6-week-old, 4lb male Border Collie mix—which basically means I’m small, smart, and already plotting my rise to greatness. I came to this rescue after I, along with my siblings, found myself in a shelter. Bit of a rough first chapter, if we’re being honest. But much like my namesake, I’ve already proven I’m not one to let a questionable start define the rest of my story. I’ve upgraded my circumstances, kept my confidence, and maintained my very important role as “small but mighty legend.” So while my story may have started in a shelter, don’t get it twisted—I’m clearly destined for greatness. Or at the very least, a very comfy couch, unlimited snacks, and a human who understands they’ve just adopted one heck of a pup. 🐾✨ Now, let’s discuss my social life since everyone seems very interested. Other dogs? I’m fantastic, obviously. I’m curious, polite, and incredibly charming. I’ll say hello, feel out the situation, and—unlike some of my less refined peers—I can actually take a hint. If another dog isn’t interested, I simply move along like the respectful wizard I am. Growth. Maturity. Emotional intelligence. Cats? Ah yes, the mysterious creatures of the wizarding world. My official stance is: to be determined. I have not yet been granted an audience with one, but I assume they will either admire me or pretend I don’t exist. Either way, I’ll handle it. Children? Absolutely fabulous. Tiny humans are some of my biggest fans. They provide excellent pets, constant attention, and seem to think I am the greatest thing to ever exist—which, to be fair, is correct. I’m gentle, affectionate, and fully willing to accept my role as their small, magical celebrity. So yes, whether you’re big, small, furry, or slightly suspicious (looking at you, cats), I generally handle it with grace, charm, and just a touch of whimsy. Energy level? I’d say a solid 3 out of 10. I’m not here to run marathons—I’m here to strategically conserve energy, look adorable, eat snacks, and then surprise everyone with bursts of enthusiasm when it suits me. Temperament-wise, I enjoy a good play session, but I’m not out here trying to win a gold medal in nonstop nonsense like some of my siblings. If I’m done, I’m done. I will simply remove myself, find a cozy spot, and recharge like the emotionally balanced wizard I am. Now before you go shouting “I’ll take him!” into the void, let’s have a quick chat about what life with me actually entails. Because while I am adorable, charming, and clearly destined for greatness… I am also six weeks old. Potty training? Yes, you will be teaching me where it is appropriate to conduct my business. Leash training? At the moment, I assume leashes are either decorative accessories or personal enemies. We’ll figure that out together—with guidance, snacks, and your unwavering commitment to not giving up when I dramatically question your life choices. Socialization? I’m off to a lovely start, but it’s your job to continue introducing me to the world so I grow into the well-rounded, confident legend I’m clearly meant to be. New people, new places, new experiences—all part of my training montage. Puppy-proofing? Think of me as a curious little wizard with absolutely no understanding of “that’s not for you.” In conclusion: adopting me means signing up to be my guide, my teacher, and my loyal sidekick as I learn how to exist in the human world. It will require time, patience, and a sense of humor… but in return, you get me. And frankly, that feels like a pretty fair trade. 🐾✨ If you’ve been waiting for a sign… this is it. The universe, fate, and possibly Dumbledore himself are nudging you right now. Adopt me. Let me upgrade your life. I promise to provide companionship, goofiness, and a lifetime of “wow, we really picked the best dog ever” moments. Now for the part where you prove you’re serious… No, you cannot simply wish me into your home. This is not that kind of magic. You will need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app like a responsible human so it can be sent to my foster family for approval. I know, I know—forms, questions, effort… how terrible. But I assure you, I am worth every single click. And once you are deemed worthy? You will need to come get me in Oklahoma City, OK. No owls, no teleportation, no “can you just drop him off.” You. Your vehicle. Oklahoma City. It’s really not that complicated. Apply, commit, and come get your wizard. I’ll be waiting. 🐾✨

Hi! I'm Toby and I'm a furry little bundle of energy and love! I might be young but I'm full of smarts and spunk. I like to play with other pups and love getting lots of time to run around and explore outside and playing with new toys.

We got Piper from the shelter and we can't bear to take her back there but she is not right for our home. She is a very sweet loyal dog who is very playful and loving. She needs attention and to be with her family more than what we can provide for her. We are a busy family with kids and we are always on the go. Piper doesn’t do good in insolation or confinement and we are too busy of a family to give her what she needs. She is house trained and trained to respond to sit, place, off, and heal. She is good with other dogs but nips at children and strangers. She would provide a great companion to the right person/family. We really need to find her a good forever home. We cannot keep her in our home and it's not the best home for her to thrive. But I know there is the right home and people out there to love and care for her.