Size
(when grown) Large 61-100 lbs (28-45 kg)
Details
Good with kids,
Good with dogs,
House-trained,
Spayed or Neutered,
Shots are up-to-date,
Story
Meet Steven Tyler! At 2 years old and 65 pounds, this German Wirehaired Pointer mix is basically a happy-go-lucky muppet and is the perfect combination of large dog, questionable facial hair, and pure sunshine. He looks like someone assembled him using spare parts from a hunting dog, a beloved childhood stuffed animal, and an elderly gentleman who takes tremendous pride in his mustache. His wiry fluff gives him the appearance of a dog who has just emerged from a wind tunnel, yet somehow he pulls it off with the confidence of a man wearing leather pants well past the age society recommended he stop.
📍 Pickup Location: Hutchinson, KS
-Adopter will need to pick up in person if approved. We do not do transports.
📝 Apply here:
https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app
Steven is a social butterfly, although “butterfly” may be slightly misleading because butterflies generally don’t weigh 65 pounds or greet new friends with the enthusiasm of a linebacker who just spotted his mother in the stands. He loves meeting people and considers strangers merely best friends who have been embarrassingly slow to introduce themselves. He is affectionate, outgoing and eager to be included—preferably in everything, always, with no committee meetings held without his attendance. His energy level is a solid 8 out of 10, which means Steven is not searching for a family whose primary hobby is comparing throw pillows. He is an adventure-seeker who wants to run, explore and accompany his people while they do interesting things. Hikes? Absolutely. Long walks? Fetch his shoes. A car ride to somewhere unknown? Steven is already inside the vehicle and would now like to discuss why everyone else is taking so long. He jumps into the car without assistance, doesn’t get carsick and rides like an overexcited tourist who has never seen scenery before. He also enjoys walks and has been described as a gold-medal leash walker—provided his human confidently takes charge. If you lead, Steven listens. If you hesitate, he will assume the position has become vacant and appoint himself Director of Routes, Smells and Sudden Changes in Velocity. He already knows “sit,” which proves information can successfully penetrate the beard, and he has plenty of potential to learn more with consistent training. A large yard or acreage would be wonderful, but regular adventures with an active family could also satisfy his need to place those 65 pounds in motion. Steven does not require a homestead, twelve livestock guardian positions and access to a national forest. He simply needs more stimulation than watching a houseplant grow while someone promises they might walk him after the next episode.
Steven has not lived with children in his foster home, so he arrives without an official tiny-human performance review. Because he is 65 pounds of movement, enthusiasm and occasionally misplaced limbs, bigger, dog-savvy kids would be the safest fit. He does not always understand his size. In Steven’s mind, he is a delicate woodland creature. In reality, he has the turning radius of a sectional sofa being carried through a narrow hallway. Steven loves other dogs with the confidence of someone who has never considered the possibility that affection might not be mutual. He approaches potential playmates like an overeager cruise director holding a clipboard: “Welcome aboard! Wrestling begins immediately, followed by synchronized zoomies and a mandatory friendship ceremony at noon.” His intentions are playful, but his technique is roughly equivalent to proposing marriage at first handshake and then wondering why he was turned down. He can be pushy, crowds personal space and occasionally misses the subtle dog-language cues meaning, “Sir, your face has been in my face for quite long enough.” Steven believes boundaries are imaginary lines invented by dogs who have not experienced his personality properly. He needs careful introductions, supervision and continued help learning appropriate dog manners. A tolerant, playful dog with similar energy might find him delightful. A reserved dog hoping to spend retirement organizing stamps will likely file a grievance. Cats have already consulted legal counsel. Steven needs a cat-free home.
For a dog whose internal soundtrack is apparently an air horn playing “Walking on Sunshine,” Steven has surprisingly good household manners. He is potty trained, does well in his kennel and sleeps there overnight. He also stays kenneled when his foster is away. He does not chew unauthorized belongings, has not shown escape-artist tendencies and has no notable mischievous habits. He may possess the emotional volume of a gender-reveal cannon, but he is not eating your baseboards or tunneling toward Mexico. He is only a casual barker and has no known fears or dramatic overreactions. Thunderstorms do not convince him the government has collapsed. The vacuum does not inspire him to summon a priest. Strange sounds do not send him under the bed with emergency rations and a handwritten will. Steven saves his dramatic performances for greetings, adventures and discovering that someone has put on shoes. Steven needs a family willing to continue working on his manners and help him funnel his enthusiasm into acceptable channels. He is eager to interact, responsive to confident guidance and absolutely capable of making tremendous progress. His brain is not empty; it is simply trying to hold a staff meeting while fourteen golden retrievers host a birthday party in the conference room. At his core, Steven is a happy, affectionate dog who is deeply grateful to be alive and out of the shelter. He treats ordinary life like someone just informed him that all his student loans were forgiven and the bakery accidentally doubled his order. Breakfast is miraculous. Walks are historic. New people are celebrities. Car rides deserve commemorative merchandise.
If you have been searching for a cheerful adventure buddy, enthusiastic life coach, amateur beard model and 65-pound reason to stop spending every weekend on the couch, apply to adopt Steven Tyler:
📝 https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app
Yes, you must complete the application. We cannot send “Sheila commented ‘need him’ and then disappeared into the internet” to his foster family for consideration. Tagging your husband does not count. Saving his photo does not count. Announcing that he is “literally your dream dog” and then refusing to answer twelve questions about your household also does not count. Facebook has many impressive features, but it has not yet developed automatic adoption approval for people who type “interested.”
Once you complete the application, we can send it to Steven’s foster family for review. This is considerably more effective than staring at his beard until destiny handles the administrative portion.
Steven is located in Hutchinson, Kansas, and his approved adopter must pick him up there. Hutchinson is not a symbolic location. It is the actual city containing the actual dog. You will need to travel to it using a car, truck, van or exceptionally committed horse. Steven cannot be mailed, Ubered across state lines or placed beside the highway with a cardboard sign reading “Forever Home or Bust.” We checked, and the rescue’s private jet remains imaginary.
