Border Collie puppies and dogs in Okmulgee, Oklahoma

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

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 💅🐾

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.

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.

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.” 💁🏼‍♀️