Chesapeake Bay Retriever puppies and dogs in Tulsa, Oklahoma

Bear is a laid-back, sweet chocolate Lab puppy with a gentle soul. He’s calm and gets along great with other dogs. He’s up to date on vaccines and ready to find a home that will love and guide him as he grows. Thank you so much for your interest in adopting from us! We could not do this without you!! To pursue adoption of your desired pet, kindly send us the following basic info in a private email! Name Physical address Phone number  Current pets  Any past pets you have gotten rid of/why  Own/rent Brief description of your lifestyle, pet’s lifestyle & why you’re looking to adopt  Fence? If so, height & material 3 personal references (names/numbers only) 1 vet reference (name/number only) An application fee of $35 (via cash app) to https://cash.app/$passionanimalrescue will place a 48 hour hold on your pet of choice & allow you to receive a call from the foster parent of your pet choice! Application fees are designated for special treats & beds for the homeless animals. They are refundable if you are not approved. Please inquire for more information! PAR team

Hello. Hi. Greetings. It’s me. Fylo. I’ve been waiting what feels like an actual lifetime to officially introduce myself. Like, I’ve aged emotionally. The idea of having my very own family—forever—has been living rent-free in my head, and honestly? I’m thrilled. Delighted. Practically vibrating. Allow me to explain why I am, objectively, a catch. I am a happy-go-lucky, wildly smart boy with a very gentle soul. I’m the kind of dog who reads the room, reads your mood, and then politely inserts myself directly into whatever you’re doing because obviously I belong there. Cooking? I supervise. Watching TV? I cuddle. Walking to the other room? I’m already coming with you. I just like being part of the action. Any action. Even boring ones. I’m extremely submissive with people and other dogs. I’m not here to cause drama—I’m here to make friends, earn praise, and maybe get told I’m a good boy approximately 47 times a day. I love to please. I adore playtime, but I also adore connection. I’m smart in that “quietly observing and learning” way, not the “chaos goblin” way. I want to do things right. I want to belong. I want a family that looks at me and says, “Yep. That’s our dog.” Preferably while scratching my ears. and telling me yet again what a good boy I am. So here I am. Waiting patiently. Casually imagining us together. Not to be dramatic, but I’m pretty sure I already love you. Let me fill in the origin story portion of my you should totally adopt me résumé. I am a 9-month-old, 55-lb male lab mix, possibly sprinkled with some Pyrenees and maybe even a dash of Golden because genetics said, “Let’s just make him extra lovable.” Big enough to feel substantial, young enough to still be figuring things out, and built for cuddles, companionship, and following you from room to room like it’s my job. I came into rescue after I was abandoned—aka very rudely dumped—in the middle of nowhere. Like… no Starbucks, no neighbors, just vibes. I did what any reasonable, emotionally intelligent dog would do: I wandered up to someone’s porch, decided immediately that I loved them, and repeatedly attempted to move in. They couldn’t keep me, but they made sure I was safe on their porch while trying to figure out what to do. Enter: an awesome human who spread the word, helped with transport, and basically said, “No sir, you will not be left behind.” Because of her—and a whole lot of teamwork—I officially became part of PPFT’s Fluffy Butt Program, which I believe is the most elite club I have ever joined. Despite my rough start, I somehow came out the other side still ridiculously happy, trusting, and obsessed with people. I love humans. All of them. Immediately. If you give me attention, I will assume we are best friends now and act accordingly. I’m gentle, eager, submissive, and very much a “please tell me I’m doing a good job” kind of guy. I don’t want to run the household—I want to belong in it. Ah yes. Let’s talk about my social life, because it is both hopeful and deeply humbling. I love other dogs. Like, deeply. Emotionally. Aspirationally. I am very much a “please play with me, I brought my whole heart and my best hops” kind of guy. We have two smaller dogs here who, unfortunately, have chosen the lifestyle of grouchy elders. They are snippy. They are unimpressed. They are not here for my joy. And me? I respond by being extremely submissive, but still hoping that maybe one day they will say yes. Now… the Pyr. Oh. The Pyr. She is my muse. I try so hard to get her to play with me. I do these incredible little popcorn jumps around her—truly Olympic-level effort—while she simply stands there and stares at me like a stone statue who has seen too much. Does this stop me? No. Because hope is a powerful thing and I am nothing if not optimistic. I would love love love a doggy playmate. A friend. A partner in crime. Someone who sees my play bows and says, “Yes, absolutely.” I will try my luck politely, but I don’t push. If another dog isn’t interested, I respect that and move on like a mature adult. But if they are interested? Best day of my life. Instant happiness. Core memory unlocked. A playful dog friend would help me burn energy and, frankly, would probably make me the happiest dog on earth. Not a requirement—but wow, would it be a dream. Ah yes. The cats. Let’s talk about my personal growth journey. I do very well with cats. Zero aggression.Early on, if they ran, I chased. Not in a villain way—more in a “wait for me, new friend, we are clearly doing parkour together” way. The cats were… unconvinced. Over time, I’ve learned that cats are not, in fact, dogs in tiny fur coats. They have boundaries. Strong ones. Sharp ones.I’ve gotten much better (and honestly, so have they now that they’re used to me). These days, we mostly coexist like polite roommates who don’t borrow each other’s stuff. Occasionally, if a cat darts right past me, I still feel the urge to engage—old habits die hard—but I take correction easily and reset like, “Ah yes. Forgot. Not a game.” I have not officially been around kids yet, so this is more of a professional assessment based on my personality and physics. I think I would be an excellent friend to older kiddos—the kind who want a buddy, a sidekick, someone to play with, hang out with, and receive unwavering loyalty from. I am gentle, sweet, and very invested in my people. Big fan of companionship. Five stars. Now. Toddlers. Look. I love everyone. But when I get excited, my entire body gets involved. I don’t just wag my tail—I wag my whole self. There is enthusiasm. There is momentum. There is occasional unintentional hip-checking. I am not trying to knock anyone over, but physics is a cruel mistress and I am 55 pounds of joy. Also, when I’m really excited, I can get a little mouthy—not rude, not aggressive, just that classic “I forgot my manners because my feelings are too big” situation. I’ve gotten much better about this, truly. But sometimes, during peak excitement, my brain briefly powers down, and I forget that humans prefer less teeth involvement. Let’s talk about my energy level, because I feel like this is important for expectations and also my personal brand. On a very official scale of 1 to 10, I am a solid 6. Yes, I still have puppy energy. I am nine months old. That part is non-negotiable. HOWEVER—please note how impressively I have settled into a quieter routine. I will entertain myself with toys like an independent king. When I start feeling a little extra spicy, I do a few laps around the couch with a toy like it’s NASCAR. Usually, my human lets me outside to play and run for a bit, I get it out of my system, and then I come back inside and return to being perfectly reasonable. If I had another playful dog in the house? Honestly? This would be a non-issue. I would happily outsource my energy to a canine friend and call it a day. I’m not super high-energy, I just really enjoy playtime. A few walks a day, some engagement, maybe a toy or two—and I am fully content, emotionally fulfilled, and ready to chill. Basically, I’m fun and manageable. A rare combo. You’re welcome. Let’s address my lifestyle preferences, because I am extremely flexible and emotionally available. I would love going places with my people. Hikes? Sign me up. Cafés? I will sit there politely and pretend I understand coffee culture. Running errands? I am content simply existing near you. Wherever my people are, that’s where I’m happiest. Location is irrelevant. Proximity is everything. That said, if there’s another playful dog at home or enough stimulation to keep my brain busy, I am perfectly fine being a stay-at-home gentleman. I don’t need constant outings to feel fulfilled. I just need inclusion. Let me be part of the plan. Even if the plan is “do nothing.” Water activities? Unknown. It is currently far too cold to have the puppy pool set up, and frankly, I refuse to form opinions under unfair weather conditions. Ask me again when it’s not basically arctic tundra. Thank you. Now. Toys. Yes. Yes. And yes again. I love toys. All toys. Every toy. If it exists and is meant for dogs, I would like to try it immediately. I will run around proudly carrying toys like trophies. I will toss them into the air for my own entertainment. I will play light fetch with you (no promises on the return rate, but the effort is there). I will happily chew on hooves and bones like it’s my full-time job. Let’s talk about housing requirements, because I am nothing if not adaptable. Preference? A fenced-in yard. I do enjoy running around, playing with toys, and having space to get my zooms out without anyone clutching their pearls. Now, if you don’t have a fence but you do have an active lifestyle? I can work with that. Walks, adventures, engagement, outings—I am willing to adapt. I’m not the kind of dog who melts down without a yard as long as my needs are met and I’m included in the fun. Am I potty trained? Yes.y the second day, actually. I was already pawing at the door when I needed to go out, like a true professional who understands communication is key. Have I chewed on anything I shouldn’t? No. Now—is the house puppy-proofed? Yes. Absolutely. Because I am still a puppy and my foster parents are smart humans who believe in setting me up for success. Teamwork. So while the environment has been curated to support my continued excellence, I have personally chosen to make good choices. And I’d like that noted in my file. I am an alert barker. If I hear something, I will inform you. If the other dogs bark, I will join the meeting. This is called communication and team participation. Now, I may take a minute to settle once I’ve decided an announcement is necessary. The key here is approach. If you come over to me, acknowledge my very important concerns, and calmly tell me it’s okay? I’m good. Message received. Situation resolved. If you yell “quiet” from across the room? Incorrect. That just tells me you are also barking now, and obviously this means we are now barking together. I will continue for a bit. Once I know all is well, I happily stand down. And now, the part where I very casually convince you that your life would be objectively better with me in it. I am smart. I am gentle. I am ridiculously affectionate. I am potty trained, toy-loving, dog-friendly, people-obsessed, and emotionally prepared to be your forever shadow. So if you’re reading this thinking, “Wow, this dog sounds suspiciously perfect for me,” congratulations—you are correct. Now comes the responsible adult part: you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so the nice humans can send it to my foster family and make sure we’re a good match. Paperwork first, cuddles immediately after. I will then require you to pick me up in Sedalia, MO, where I will be waiting patiently (lying) and pretending I’m not already planning our entire future together. Apply. Do the thing. I’m ready when you are. Signed, Fylo Certified good boy and future best decision you ever made 🐾

Meet Etta Place — a walking, breathing comfort item. Emotionally, she’s a cinnamon roll. Spiritually, she’s cheesecake. Vibe-wise? A warm cup of coffee that doesn’t judge you for still being in pajamas at 2pm. Etta is the rare mix of playful and calm, which means she won’t come crashing into your life like a wrecking ball… she’ll gently ease in, test the vibes, and then quietly attach herself to your routine like it was always part of the plan. She’s soothing without being boring, affectionate without being overbearing, and has that cozy, soul-warming presence that makes your house feel like home. Etta Place is a 5-month-old, 23-lb Lab mix who is basically a cinnamon roll with feelings and a backstory. Etta literally entered the world as a rescue kid. She’s part of our Most Wanted Litter, born safely after we pulled her mama, Belle Starr, off the urgent list at the shelter while very pregnant. She had been adopted, but Etta was recently returned, and what we learned — something we may not have known before, but now we know — is that Etta really thrives with another playful dog to lean on. She takes cues beautifully from canine friends and opens up when she has a buddy showing her that life is safe, fun, and meant to be enjoyed. Sometimes dogs need a dog. Etta Place is a read-the-room first, invade-your-personal-space later kind of girl. When it comes to other dogs, she likes to assess the vibes like a tiny emotional detective. Once she decides you’re trustworthy? It’s over. She’s all kisses, zero boundaries, and absolutely unaware that personal space is a real concept people care about. Kids? Oh, she’s obsessed. She’s spent time with a four-year-old and immediately decided that this small human was her best friend, life coach, and favorite person. Once she’s comfortable, Etta turns into a playful little sidekick — down for endless games of tag, followed by cuddles and general joyful mayhem. She’s the kind of dog who follows kids around like she’s been assigned to them. Cats are currently an unsolved mystery in Etta’s world. She hasn’t lived with one, but based on her personality, she’d likely bark once or twice, decide she’s made her point, and then move on with her day like a professional. Very “I acknowledged you, we’re good now” energy. Etta Place is sitting at about a 7 out of 10 on the energy scale, which means she’s fun, playful, and enthusiastic… but not the kind of dog who bounces off the walls for sport. She likes activity, she enjoys adventures, and then — very importantly — she also enjoys turning into a couch potato once her zoomies have been properly handled. Is she an adventure dog or a homebody? Both. She loves yard play, enjoys walks, and could absolutely be a hike girlie once properly socialized. But after she runs out her energy, she transforms into a couch-loving cuddle loaf who would like to be physically touching you at all times. Cardio first, snuggles second. She likes water. She likes toys. She likes joy. She’d be happiest with a securely fenced yard, though she could manage without one if she gets regular exercise and supervised leash walks. Apartment life may be challenging because she has thoughts and feels compelled to share them out loud at times. And yes, she knows commands: sit, down, wait, come, and crate. Not bad for a cozy cinnamon roll who is still figuring out the world but doing her absolute best. Etta Place is potty trained, but she is still young, which means with regular potty breaks she does great. If you work a long day and push the limits of time and physics, she may remind you that she is, in fact, still a puppy and not a robot. Fair warning. She is perfectly fine with a kennel — as long as it is appropriately sized and stocked with a chew or toy. Barking-wise, she’s generally a casual commentator — mostly just sharing her thoughts about life. However, if she’s in her crate and her dog friends are out living their best lives without her, she will voice her displeasure loudly and repeatedly. FOMO is real. Overall, Etta is a fun-loving puppy who just needs someone willing to give her a chance. She’s still learning, still growing, and still needs ongoing socialization and training. Put in the effort, add love, consistency, and a sense of humor, and she’s going to be a truly great dog. The kind that makes you say, “This is my soul dog and I am so happy I found her.” So if you’re looking for a cozy, funny, emotionally supportive cinnamon roll of a dog who will read the room, follow your lead, and absolutely flourish with a playful dog sibling — Etta Place is ready to be your girl. If you think you might be The One, fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it over to her foster family. No app, no Etta — rules are rules, even for cinnamon rolls. Pickup will be in OKC, so please factor that into your life plans before falling madly in love in the comments. Etta is ready. All that’s left is you, an application, and a little bit of commitment. We promise she’s worth it. 💛