Size
(when grown) Med. 26-60 lbs (12-27 kg)
Details
Good with kids,
Good with dogs,
Good with cats,
Story
Whisper Woofington here. Please don’t let the name fool you — I am not here to whisper. I am here to politely but persistently request your admiration at all times. I am sweet. Like, offensively sweet. The kind of sweet where people say, “Oh my gosh, she’s perfect,” and I just blink slowly because I already knew that. I am playful, but in a refined, elegant Woofington fashion. Think “spirited socialite at a garden party." As a proud member of the Woofington family, I carry myself with grace, charm, and just the tiniest sprinkle of main-character energy. I am affectionate, loyal, playful, and ready to be someone’s absolute favorite hello and hardest goodbye.
Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am a 6-week-old, 6-pound female Chow Chow / Eskimo mix. Do we know that for sure. Absolutely not. Will the humans continue confidently tossing out breed guesses like they have a DNA crystal ball. Also yes. What we do know is this: I am an adorable fluffball and that fact is not up for debate. My breed mix could change 47 times between now and Tuesday and I would still be this level of cute. Now let’s discuss the part where everyone squints at me and says, “How big will she get?” The current prediction is somewhere in the 40-pound range. Somewhere. In the vicinity. In the general neighborhood of. And before you start drafting a contract in your head, let me remind you that rescue math is 80% guesswork and 20% vibes. If I end up 35 pounds? Delightful. If I end up 48 pounds? Still delightful. If weight projections are going to keep you up at night, it may be best you keep scrolling. I am not a build-a-bear with guaranteed settings. I came into rescue with my mama, Willow, my daddy, Walker, my sister Windy, and my slightly older, seasoned professional sister from a previous litter, Waverly. Yes, we are a whole fluffy dynasty. The Woofington-adjacent extended cinematic universe, if you will. So if you’re ready for a mystery-breed marshmallow who may or may not be part Chow, part Eskimo, part cloud, and 100% heart-stealer… Congratulations. You’ve found me.
I love other dogs. Adore them. Idolize them. I think they are the greatest invention since kibble. My foster siblings? Obsessed. I follow them like a tiny, fluffy intern trying to learn the ropes of being fabulous. And the bigger puppies? Yes, I see them. Yes, they are three times my size. And yes, I absolutely march right up and attempt to join the festivities like I pay rent here. Fearless? Maybe. Delusional? Also maybe. But confidence looks good on me. Ah yes. The mysterious house panther. The whiskered enigma. The creature who believes eye contact is a personal attack. Have I met one? No. Given that I love seem to love everyone and generally believe everyone should adore me, I suspect I would attempt friendship. Whether the cat agrees is… another matter entirely. How do I do around kids? Another excellent question for someone who is six weeks old and has approximately seven life experiences. Have I been around children yet? No. Based on my current personality résumé, I would likely do very well with respectful kids. You know — the kind who understand that I am tiny, precious, and not a stuffed animal from the clearance bin. Gentle hands? Wonderful. Calm energy? Delightful. Snack-dropping tendencies? A true blessing. As with all things in rescue, it comes down to supervision, guidance, and teaching everyone involved how to coexist like civilized beings. I will bring the sweetness. The humans will bring the structure. Teamwork makes the fluff work.
What would I rate my energy level right now between 1 and 10? First of all, I am six weeks old. I operate on a highly sophisticated schedule of Play → Crash → Repeat. On average? I’d say I’m around a 5. I zoom. I pounce. I dramatically tackle toys as if they have personally offended me. And then, approximately 12 minutes later, I collapse into a tiny, fluffy comma and require immediate nap time. My personality? Oh good. My favorite topic. I am sweet. Like, melt-into-your-hands sweet. I am playful, but in a charming, “oh look at her go” kind of way. And attention? Yes. I would like that. Regularly. Generously. Preferably on demand. If I feel I am not being adequately admired, I will politely issue the tiniest, most adorable little “woo-woos.” Basically, I am a tender little marshmallow discovering that the world is fun and that I belong in it.
Oh good. We’ve arrived at the “responsibility” portion of this biography. I am six weeks old. I am six pounds. I am doing my absolute best simply existing and being this adorable. So here’s how this works. My new family needs to be fully prepared to potty train. You will also need to puppy-proof. Which means if I find it, it was left there for me. Shoes? That’s on you. Phone charger? That’s on you. Decorative basket you didn’t think I could reach? Especially on you. Socialization? Yes please. I am in my sponge era. I need positive introductions to new people, places, sounds, and experiences so I can grow into the confident, well-adjusted queen I am clearly meant to be. That doesn’t magically happen. That happens because you put in the effort. Training? Absolutely. I am smart. I am capable. I am willing. But I am not self-taught. I need guidance, structure, and someone committed to helping me learn the rules of civilized society. If you’re ready to invest the time, consistency, and patience it takes to raise a tiny fluff into a well-mannered masterpiece, then we’re going to be amazing together.
If you’re hoping I arrive fully programmed with manners, emotional maturity, and a law degree… I suggest you adopt a houseplant instead.
Now, let’s recap why I am an excellent life decision: I am the kind of puppy who will grow up believing you are her whole world. The kind who will prance proudly beside you, snuggle deeply, and “woo-woo” politely when she requires affection (which is often, but tastefully so). Now… logistics. Because love is magical, but paperwork is real. If you would like to adopt me, you must fill out an actual adoption application. Not a DM. Not a “still available?” Not a carrier pigeon. A real application. Why? Because it gets sent to my foster family so they can confirm you are, in fact, worthy of this level of fluff. Once approved, you will need to pick me up in Skiatook, Oklahoma. I can go home around March 14th, which gives you just enough time to puppy-proof your house, emotionally prepare your heart, and clear space on your camera roll.
So here’s your cue:
Stop scrolling.
Fill out the application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app
Prepare for woo-woos.
Secure the fluff. 💕
Whisper Woofington
