Puppies and dogs in Jenks, Oklahoma

Rufus is a sweet, loving boy who is 5 years old and will be turning 6 on December 1st. He’s a German Shepherd/Blue Heeler mix with a BIG personality and even bigger energy. ❤️ Since having our baby, we unfortunately haven’t been able to give Rufus the time and activity he deserves. He is a very high-energy dog and would thrive with someone who enjoys an active lifestyle and can take him on regular walks, adventures, and activities. Rufus is trained and knows his commands, although he could use a little continued work. He absolutely LOVES people and sometimes gets so excited to say hello that he jumps up on them. He has a very loving personality and just needs someone who can continue working with him and give him the structure, exercise, and attention he needs. We want to find him a home where he can truly thrive and where his energy can be appreciated rather than feeling like he isn’t getting enough from us. This is a very difficult decision, but we believe finding the right home.

Meet Asha – the ultimate overachiever in the categories of lounging and loving. Asha is what we like to call emotionally available – she’ll bond faster than your last Amazon Prime delivery and loves hard. She’s sweet, gentle, and will follow you around like she’s on a mission to become your shadow’s understudy. Basically, she’s the safe, soft-hearted sidekick you didn’t know you needed… but now can’t imagine life without. She’s the kind of dog who’ll make you feel like the most important person in the world within 3.5 seconds of meeting you — mostly because she’s already decided you’re her emotional support human. Safe? Absolutely. Sweet? To a fault. And once she loves you (which again, takes about the length of one sneeze), you’re stuck. Forever. Like glitter. Meet Asha — a 2-year-old, 63-pound Great Pyrenees whose gentle spirit and loving heart have remained unshaken, even through some incredibly difficult times. Asha came to us from a shelter, where she found herself on the euthanasia list after being left unclaimed—with a large tumor hanging from the side of her face. Despite the pain and confusion, she remained sweet, calm, and affectionate with everyone she met. Thankfully, one of our wonderful foster families stepped up just in time, and thanks to the skill and compassion of our veterinary partners, her tumor was successfully removed. Her incision is nearly fully healed now, and she’s feeling better than ever.Asha is the perfect blend of laid-back and loving. She’s just as happy curling up for a quiet afternoon nap as she is riding shotgun for a treat run. She forms bonds quickly and deeply, offering the kind of unconditional affection that only a rescue dog can. She’s safe. She’s sweet. And she’s ready to write a new chapter—this time with a forever family who sees her for the beautiful soul she truly is. Asha is basically that one friend who gets along with everyone—dogs included. She’s the type who walks into a room, does a polite sniff-around like she’s reading the vibe, and then settles in like she’s always been part of the group. She doesn’t need to be in the middle of the play session, but she likes to know she’s invited. Now, when she first met Major(the resident dog), things were… let’s say tense. He wasn’t thrilled to share the spotlight, but Asha handled it like a total pro—gave him some space, didn’t take his dramatics personally, and let him come around on his own timeline. (He did. He’s obsessed now.) She met a couple of kids recently—ages 8 and 11—and read the room better than most adults. The younger one was clearly a little intimidated by her size (fair, she is part pony), and Asha immediately softened her approach. No jumping, no wild energy—just a slow flop to the floor and a full tummy display, like, “I’m harmless, I promise. You can pet me now.” Cats? She’s seen one. Didn’t chase it, bark at it, or try to interview it. The cat was probably more concerned than she was. Asha just gave it a side glance like, “You do your thing, whiskers. I’ve got naps to take.” And when it comes to grown-ups? Asha thinks you’re great. All of you. She gives a warm, happy greeting without turning into a caffeine-fueled tornado, then politely parks herself nearby in case you feel like giving her some attention. She’s sweet, respectful, and somehow still manages to make every new person feel like they just met their favorite dog. Basically, she’s the total package—diplomatic, affectionate, and socially savvy. Asha’s energy level clocks in at a solid 3 out of 10—which is basically the canine version of a koala crossed with a sleepy golden retriever. If you’re looking for a dog who treats movement as an optional activity unless snacks or car rides are involved, congratulations—you may have just found your soulmate. She’s not going to be your hiking partner for that sunrise summit, but she will accompany you on a leisurely stroll. Despite her preference for lounging, she’s a surprisingly stellar road trip buddy. None of that “panting at every red light” drama here—she's more of a chill co-pilot, gazing out the window like she’s contemplating life’s deeper questions (like why pup cups aren’t free healthcare). With a little help from her doodle foster brother, she’s now a pro car companion—quiet, relaxed, and very pleased to be included. Leash walking? She’s not going to win gold in the Obedience Olympics, but she’s not trying to drag you down the block like a sled dog in the Iditarod either. Unless there’s another dog nearby—then she briefly becomes the mayor of Excitedville. And yes, if she catches a really interesting smell, expect a full-on stubborn statue moment. She’s only been on two “official” walks, but she strutted her stuff like she was auditioning for Dog Bachelor. As for her hobbies, it’s a pretty short list. Napping, cuddling, maybe trying a toy if no one’s watching. She’s dabbled in playtime—it was adorable and slightly awkward, like someone trying yoga for the first time—but she’d honestly prefer a 24/7 petting schedule. She’s not high-maintenance, but she is very in favor of being adored like the majestic, velvet-nosed queen she is.Her temperament? In a word: sweet. In more words: dangerously sweet. She bonds fast, loves hard, and has that “I will imprint on you like a baby duck” energy. She’s smart—like, “quietly outsmarting the humans and pretending she didn’t” smart. Her memory is suspiciously good, so don’t make promises you can’t keep... especially if those promises involve snacks. She absolutely loves being outside, so if you’re apartment-bound with no yard, she’s probably not your girl. She enjoys sunbathing, supervising passersby from a safe distance, and making sure the wind is doing what it’s supposed to. Bottom line: Asha is a low-drama, high-sweetness kind of dog who just wants a soft place to land, a few short adventures, and a lifetime supply of belly rubs. Asha is, in fact, potty trained. She’s polite, dignified, and far too fabulous to do her business indoors like some kind of heathen. As for kenneling... hard no. If you’re looking for a dog who happily trots into a crate and tucks herself in like she’s checking into a cozy doggy hotel, Asha is not your girl. She gave it an honest try—for two nights—and responded with what can only be described as soul-crushing wails straight out of a Victorian ghost story. Not barking. Not whining. Wailing. Like a heartbroken opera singer who lost her will to sing. She sleeps quietly through the night on her bed, doesn’t wander, doesn’t get into things, and generally acts like she’s been free-roaming responsibly her entire life. She doesn’t need a crate to behave—she just needs a home that understands that not every dog finds comfort behind a closed door. So, if you’re thinking of bringing her home and sticking her in a crate while you’re at work—respectfully, don’t. It simply isn't necessary for her. Asha’s barking style? Let’s just say she’s not out here narrating every squirrel movement like a neighborhood gossip, but she will absolutely sound the alarm if something seems off. Suspicious noise outside? Bark. Mailman approaching? Bark. Ghostly presence from another dimension? Possibly bark, just to be safe. She saves the big, dramatic barks for things she deems truly important(although you may not always agree on the level of importance)—like potential intruders, strange sounds, or, you know, a plastic bag blowing across the yard with malicious intent. When she’s bored or just wants a little attention, she tones it down to more of a low rumble or cute little "notice me" bark—kind of like she’s trying to keep it professional but still get her point across. If you’ve made it this far and are thinking, “Wow, this majestic land cloud sounds perfect”—you’re absolutely right. But before you go planning matching outfits and road trips, there’s one small catch: you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app (yes, we require paperwork—because this girl doesn't just deserve a home...she deserves the PYRfect home), and you'll need to come pick her up in Moore, Oklahoma. That’s right—no shipping, no teleportation, no Uber for dogs. Just you, your car, and the open road leading to the best decision you’ll ever make. Don’t worry—she’ll make it worth the drive.

Say hello to Crickette, aka Emmie! Those ears are not merely ears. They are federally unregulated listening devices capable of detecting a cheese wrapper beneath three blankets during a thunderstorm. Her amber eyes can locate the softest person in any room, and her fluffy black-and-white coat makes her look like someone dropped an Oreo into a basket of clean laundry and it came out alive. She is a 2.5-year-old, 52-pound Shepherd/Husky mix with a smile like she has just been informed that every Friday is now Casual Friday and pants are no longer required. Crickette is sweeter than finding money in your winter coat and more affectionate than an aunt who hasn’t seen you since you were “this big.” She loves her people with the intensity of someone who has only recently discovered people and cannot believe everyone else has been keeping them from her. Crickette is wonderfully people-oriented and believes personal space is a sad little myth invented by anti-social cats. Her clever little brain is always working, although “working” may be a generous description. It’s more like a Roomba bouncing enthusiastically between seventeen different thoughts. She’ll begin by investigating a noise, remember that you exist, hurry over for affection, spot a dust particle behaving suspiciously and then stand in the middle of the room looking thrilled with herself. Did she accomplish anything? No. Did she give it everything she had? Absolutely. And when her busy little mind finally clocks out for the evening, Crickette settles into the loveliest cuddlebug. She becomes 52 pounds of warm, velvety comfort. 📍 Pickup Location: Broken Arrow, OK -Adopter will need to pick up in person if approved. We do not do transports. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Crickette’s story started out a little differently than most. Before discovering the wonders of indoor living, she spent the first part of her life as a stray, surviving with her own wits and resourcefulness. While other dogs were debating whether the orthopedic bed or the couch offered better lumbar support, Crickette was handling her own security, grocery shopping, and neighborhood surveillance. She has only been enjoying indoor family life for about six months, and she has embraced it like a grandmother discovering online shopping. Regular meals? Add to cart. Air conditioning? Subscribe and save. Soft beds? She’ll take three. People telling her she is precious for doing absolutely nothing? Finally, a compensation package that reflects her value. Some of those survival instincts are still very much on duty. Crickette notices every sound, movement, and woodland creature with the intensity of a detective who has been assigned the biggest case of her career. Squirrels, rabbits, snakes and skinks are not simply animals—they are suspects. She does well on her leash until one appears, at which point her inner wildlife correspondent begins broadcasting live from the scene. She needs someone strong enough to manage her, continue working on redirection and remind her that the neighborhood squirrel population has survived perfectly well without her direct involvement. A large, very securely fenced yard is essential, and she must be supervised outside. Crickette has jumped a six-foot privacy fence in pursuit of a squirrel because apparently gravity is merely a rumor when you are emotionally invested. She can spring upward like a piece of toast ejecting from an industrial toaster, except the toast is furry, athletic and yelling internally about rodents. She is roughly 60% adventure seeker and 40% homebody. She would happily explore trails, sniff new places and investigate why that bush smells different from the other seventeen bushes. Then she would like to return home, stretch out near her people and enjoy the kind of luxurious relaxation normally associated with retired heiresses and cats who have never contributed financially. Busy places can make her more guarded, so she needs someone willing to help her experience new environments without expecting her to stroll through a farmers market like a retired golden retriever named Walter. Unexpected sights can sometimes activate her Shepherd security system. A bicycle passing close by or a man jogging at night may earn a suspicious response. Honestly, a grown adult running voluntarily after dark without being chased is unusual behavior, and Crickette would simply like to know who authorized it. Crickette loves car rides. Getting into the vehicle, however, depends entirely on whether she remembers how cars work that day. Sometimes she jumps in like a seasoned road-trip influencer. Other times she stares at the open door as though it is a portal to another dimension. Indoors, Crickette becomes an affectionate little shadow wearing an oversized pair of ears. She follows her foster around, observes dinner preparation and settles nearby like a tiny restaurant critic waiting to see whether the chef plans to drop anything. She is not begging. She is maintaining quality standards. If asked to wait outside the bedroom or bathroom, she will politely sit or lie down—as long as the door is closed. Leave it open and she assumes your request has expired. Why would anyone want bathroom privacy when they could have two amber eyes watching them with the tenderness of a nurse, the concern of a life coach and the judgment of a tax auditor? She generally enjoys meeting people and has happily accepted attention from neighborhood children ages five and eight. Her tail sweeps the ground as they approach, presumably dusting the sidewalk as a complimentary service. Because she can become excited, having her sit before greeting smaller children is best. Crickette absolutely loves other dogs. The moment she finds a willing playmate, her whole face lights up, her legs forget they have joints and she becomes 52 pounds of delighted black-and-white confetti. A playful, energetic dog in her forever home would be Crickette’s dream come true. She needs a canine companion who sees her approaching at full wiggle and thinks, “Excellent—the entertainment has arrived.” A dog who enjoys daily games would help keep her busy, burn off that energy reserve and redirect her attention away from her unpaid position as Oklahoma’s Chief Squirrel Pursuit Officer. She can become loud or overly excited when she sees dogs while restrained on a leash. Sometimes Crickette simply experiences the emotional devastation of seeing a possible new best friend while being prevented from immediately launching the friendship interview. With thoughtful introductions, a well-matched playmate and continued calm guidance, she is a social, playful girl who is happiest when another dog joins her nonsense. Cats, however, need not apply. Crickette is specifically recruiting a dog sibling: not a strange-looking squirrel with knives on its paws. Crickette enjoys toys and plays fetch…mostly. Sometimes she retrieves the ball. Sometimes she watches it land and looks back at you as if to say, “That was yours. You threw it. I believe this is a natural-consequences situation.” Still, she usually participates because supporting your strange little hobbies is one of the ways she shows love. Puzzle toys, snuffle mats, scent games and training exercises are excellent for her. She could be wonderful at agility or scent work. She is potty trained, rarely barks and does not chew inappropriate things. At bedtime, she happily enters her crate with a treat-filled Kong and her favorite little red stuffed football. Crickette is looking for someone who wants a brilliant, affectionate adventure buddy, a world-class cuddler and a 52-pound neighborhood watch program with satellite dishes for ears. She’ll fill your days with laughter, keep your heart full and ensure no squirrel, snack wrapper or unattended bathroom trip goes unnoticed. If Crickette sounds like your kind of delightfully nosy little cinnamon roll, please fill out an adoption application. Yes, the entire application. Her foster family needs more than “I have always wanted a Husky” and a profile picture from 2017 to determine whether you are her perfect match. Once submitted, we’ll send your application to her foster family for review. If approved, you must travel to Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, to pick her up. Crickette cannot be shipped, delivered by stork or launched toward you using those enormous ears—although aerodynamically, we admit it looks possible. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app

Meet Fred, a 7-month-old, 70-pound Great Pyrenees mix. Fred has a stunning badger face, a gorgeous coat, and the sort of enormous, huggable appearance that makes strangers forget they were on their way somewhere. You might leave the house thinking you’re taking a quick walk. That’s adorable. Fred will be taking a leisurely stroll with scheduled stops for admiration, compliments, and at least one person "jokingly" asking if they can take him home. And then they’ll pet him. That’s when the real questioning begins: “Where did you get him?” “Is he always this calm?” “How is he so sweet?” Fred will answer by leaning against your leg like a 70-pound marshmallow who has never heard of personal space. He’s a big, goofy, lovable dork who wants to be right by your side, soaking up attention as if it’s his full-time job. So yes, Fred will slow down your outings. He’ll also make them considerably sweeter—and probably introduce you to the neighbors you have lived next to for years now but have yet to actually speak to. 👉 Apply to adopt Fred: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app 📍Fred is being fostered in Norman, OK. His adopter must personally pick him up there. We do not transport. Now, before you start picturing Fred holding court outside every coffee shop in town, his foster would like to add a small footnote: Fred is still learning that the big world is safe. He may someday become the local celebrity who turns every five-minute errand into a meet-and-greet, but right now he’s much more comfortable being adored at home. There is one small detail to that vision: Fred is not ready for the grand public tour just yet. He’s still learning that the world beyond his familiar surroundings is safe. New places, loud noises, and car rides make him nervous. He’s curious—often the first of the two brothers to investigate something new—but he needs patient people who will let him work up the courage on his own timetable. When he feels comfortable, Fred is a big, goofy, lovable dork and an enthusiastic collector of human attention. He wants to be by your side at all times, preferably close enough that moving to another room becomes a joint decision. He’ll follow you around like a 70-pound shadow with a spectacular coat and a firm belief that you might require supervision while loading the dishwasher. Walk away from him and he may whine a little, because apparently nobody explained to Fred that humans occasionally have other obligations. He enjoys meeting new people, though he may begin with a little caution while he decides what they’re about. Once he feels safe, he is delighted to be the center of attention and will accept pets until the volunteer petting staff needs a break. Fred has no such need. Fred is available. Fred currently plays well with his brother George and looks to him for comfort. His foster feels Fred would benefit from a home with another dog, and we agree that a compatible canine companion could help this cautious boy feel more at ease. He has not met other dogs yet because he had not received immunizations at the time of his foster’s evaluation, so we can’t claim he’ll be instant best friends with every dog he encounters. Based on his playful relationship with George and his cautious approach to new things, we’d expect Fred to appreciate calm, thoughtful introductions and a dog who gives him space to settle in versus a dog who greets him by performing a flying tackle and licking the inside of his ear. As for cats—those tiny creatures with knives on their feet—Fred has not met any in foster care. His gentle nature gives us reason to hope he could learn to share space with one, but a cat’s reaction to a 70-pound puppy is its own separate and usually strongly worded opinion. Any introduction would need to be slow and carefully supervised. We cannot promise Fred will know what to make of a cat, or that a cat will appreciate discovering Fred in its living room. Fred hasn’t met children while in foster care, so we don’t yet know how he’ll do with them. Because he’s on the nervous side, calmer kiddos who are old enough to understand that he may need time to feel at home would likely be the best fit. Fred would appreciate a gentle welcome and the chance to approach on his own terms. Arriving to find a screaming dance party, a child doing cartwheels, and someone attempting to crown him King of the Fluff would be a lot for him to process before he’s even located the water bowl. Give this sweet boy a little breathing room, and he can show the family just how lovable and goofy he is. Fred’s energy is about a 4 out of 10, making him an excellent match for people who enjoy a bit of play without having to organize an entire athletic program around their dog. He likes toys, especially the kind he can chew, and he is quite good at his puzzle toy. There’s a clever little brain under all that impressive fluff. He’ll also fetch once or twice before losing interest. From Fred’s perspective, he has already proven he can retrieve the object. Repeating the exercise seems like something you should discuss with your own therapist. Walks are currently an aspiration rather than an activity. When Fred is put on a leash, he may tense up, try to retreat, or sit down and become a very beautiful, very immovable lawn ornament. His foster hasn’t yet been able to take him on a walk. He’ll need someone willing to help him build confidence at his own pace. A securely fenced yard is a must so he can enjoy being outside without having to face the leash every time nature calls. An apartment would not be a good fit for Fred right now. Car rides are another work in progress. He needs help getting into the car because new experiences worry him. Once aboard for the drive from Hominy to Norman, though, he slept most of the way. Now and then he stood up to request pets or offer kisses to the driver. He may have been nervous about the journey, but apparently he still found time to check on the chauffeur. Inside, Fred is potty trained and working on sit, come, and stay. He understands what his foster means; he’s still polishing the part where his enormous puppy body follows through. He does well overall in his crate and will go in on his own. He sleeps there at night and stays there when his foster is away. He may cry when the crate door closes and his person walks away, even with George nearby. Fred objects to any household policy that places his favorite human out of reach and would like to speak to whoever wrote it. Fred barks when he sees wildlife or people while he’s in the yard. The squirrel has crossed into view, and Fred feels the household deserves to know. He also gives quieter, playful barks when he wants attention. Think less emergency siren, more a very fluffy customer tapping the service bell because nobody has complimented him in eleven minutes. He has shown no food or resource guarding and no escape-artist tendencies. Fred’s ideal family has a steady routine, a securely fenced yard, another compatible dog, and the patience to help him through puppyhood. He needs people who will work with him on leash skills, give him time with new experiences, and understand that confidence grows at Fred’s speed. His foster wants adopters who are fully committed to helping him through his puppy habits and fears, even when he looks big enough to have all of life figured out. He does not. He is seven months old. He just happens to be seven months old in the body of a small, particularly handsome bear. What Fred does have figured out is that he loves being close to his people. Beneath that incredible coat and those cautious first impressions is a sweet, curious, funny boy who wants to trust you, follow you, play beside you, and accept an absolutely unreasonable number of pets. Give him the time to feel safe, and you’ll discover just how much love can fit inside a 70-pound badger-faced teddy bear. If you’re ready to be Fred’s person, fill out an adoption application so we can send it to his foster family. Yes, the actual application. Not a comment saying “Interested,” not a message asking us to hold him while you locate your calendar, and not a compelling account of the Great Pyrenees your aunt’s neighbor owned in 1998. His foster family knows Fred best and will help decide whether your home is the right fit for this handsome, tenderhearted goof. If approved, you’ll need to pick Fred up in person in Norman, Oklahoma. He will not be shipped, delivered, teleported, or dispatched to your doorstep inside an enormous box labeled “FRAGILE: CONTAINS FEELINGS.” You’ll have to come meet him, give him a little time, and take your new best friend home yourself. Fred thinks that sounds like a very good start. 👉 Apply to adopt Fred: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app 📍Fred is being fostered in Norman, OK. His adopter must personally pick him up there. We do not transport.

Introducing Kodah. At 3 years old, Kodah is an entire serving of fluffy goodness. A walking duvet. A jumbo scoop of vanilla ice cream with a nose. The kind of girl who makes you wonder whether you need another dog, then immediately reminds you that “need” is a very restrictive word and we should all be more open-minded. Yes, Kodah is a tripod. Three legs, one very complete dog, and absolutely no discount on the amount of love you’re about to feel for her. She may be missing a leg, but whoever was in charge of assembling this sweetheart clearly compensated in the fluff department. Somewhere, a teddy bear factory is investigating a substantial inventory shortage. And yes, she is carrying a little extra weight. Normally, this is where we would clutch our pearls and insist that our girl simply has a luxurious coat, an unfortunate camera angle, and a body built for surviving a particularly dramatic winter. “She’s just fluffy,” we would say, while quietly avoiding all photographs taken from above. But with Kodah, keeping her fit matters. Her three remaining legs already have important jobs, and they do not need an unpaid overtime assignment hauling around extra pounds. Loving this girl means helping her stay at a healthy weight—not lovingly adding another cheese installment to the marshmallow. So, if your exercise routine currently consists of walking past your sneakers and thinking, “We should really do something together sometime,” Kodah may be the motivation you’ve been missing. Walking for your own health? Apparently negotiable. Walking for the well-being of your enormous, three-legged sweetheart? Well, now you’ve got your shoes on, your keys in hand, and a deeply personal investment in the neighborhood sidewalk. Kodah is looking for someone who can adore every inch of her while still saying, “Sweetheart, we cannot solve all our problems with snacks and naps(while secretly wishing you could).” Someone who sees the precious face, the impressive fluff, and the three legs—and wants to give the whole girl a lifetime of love and thoughtful care. 👉 Apply to adopt Kodah: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app 📍Kodah is fostered in Warr Acres, Oklahoma. Her adopter must personally pick her up there. We do not transport. With other dogs, Kodah needed about a week to settle into her foster pack while everyone figured out the household arrangements. Who belongs where? Who gets attention first? Who is that enormous lady, and why does she look like she brought homemade banana bread? Now that everyone has adjusted, she does well with her canine roommates and participates in the welcome-home barking committee. She even waits patiently for her turn to be petted. While everyone else is acting like you have returned from a seven-year expedition, Kodah is standing there like a polite customer at the bakery. “Yes, hello. Whenever you have a moment, I would also like one affection, please.” Her foster currently has two visiting Corgis who are small enough to go underneath her. Kodah has found herself serving as an overpass for two loaves of bread with legs. She hangs back so they do not accidentally knock her off balance, which is sensible when your roommates are shaped like enthusiastic speed bumps. A compatible dog who enjoys some play without body-slamming her could be a wonderful friend and help keep her active. But Kodah also knows when to clock out. If the other four dogs get too wild, she takes herself to a quieter area. Cats are currently unknown. Her foster jokes that a cat could certainly outrun her, but we cannot list “unlikely to win a footrace” as an official cat-friendly certification. We cannot attest to how Kodah feels about sharing her home with a tiny landlord who owns six knives on each foot and believes all furniture belongs to them. Kodah has done well with her foster’s 18-month-old grandson. She does not crowd him or seek him out, but she allows him to pet her, usually while she is lying down. Apparently, she has adopted the role of the sweet aunt who is happy to receive visitors but will not be getting up to participate in whatever sticky activity they have planned. “Yes, darling, you may pet the fluffy lady. No, the fluffy lady will not be joining you underneath the dining-room table.” Her calm, respectful behavior with him is lovely, but interactions should still be supervised, and children need to respect her space and balance. She may resemble the finest beanbag chair ever manufactured, but she is not available for seating, climbing, or toddler parkour. Gentle pets? Wonderful. Using Kodah as transportation to the kitchen? Management must decline. Meeting new people is generally easy for Kodah, especially when they come equipped with working hands and a willingness to use them. She is sweet and polite about accepting attention, rather than launching all 80 pounds of herself at you like a couch cushion fired from a cannon. Of course, that politeness is a little deceptive, because then you touch her velvety ears and suddenly you are trapped. One minute you are saying hello; the next, you are crouched beside an enormous fluff biscuit, telling her she is the prettiest girl in the world while the person you actually came to visit wonders whether you remember their name. Kodah has done nothing pushy. She has simply arrived with luxury ears and allowed you to make your own poor time-management decisions. Her energy is around 3/10, and she is firmly a homebody. If your dream companion wants to summit a mountain before breakfast, Kodah would like to respectfully withdraw her application. She does run around the yard with the other dogs, but her play sessions are shorter, and she is quite content to be lazy. Her people will need to help her maintain a healthy balance between enjoying her downtime and getting appropriate activity. Being adorable while resting is a skill; unfortunately, it does not count as exercise. However, Kodah is not signing you up for an endurance event. Standard walks are currently difficult for her, and she tires quickly, so her activity needs to suit her comfort and abilities. A veterinarian-guided weight-management plan, sensible portions, and manageable opportunities to move and play are the assignment. Nobody needs to be screaming “FEEL THE BURN” at a dog who looks like an upholstered dumpling. We are aiming for healthier, happier Kodah—not a before-and-after photo of a traumatized personal trainer. Toys and fetch are not her thing. Throw a ball, and congratulations: you now have a ball over there. Kodah has made no commitment to participate in this situation. You threw it. You presumably know where it went. She trusts you to handle the next steps. Whether she likes water is unknown, so we cannot yet determine whether she is a pool girl, a sprinkler girl, or a “why is my foot wet and who approved this” girl. Kodah does well on a leash, but walking itself takes effort. She propels herself with her back legs and hops onto her remaining front leg, making weight management particularly important. Getting fitter may make moving around easier, but her family should be ready to support her current needs. This is a partnership with Kodah as she is today, not a fitness makeover purchased with unrealistic delivery expectations. She currently needs assistance getting in and out of a vehicle and rides well once inside. Her foster does wonder whether she has underestimated Kodah’s abilities, given the couch mystery. Apparently, accessing comfortable furniture brings out a skill set that has not yet transferred to automotive travel. Until further evidence is available, her family should plan to help with vehicle access. “But you climbed onto the couch!” is unlikely to produce a useful response from the defendant. No food guarding or resource guarding has been observed in her foster home, and her foster has not noted particular fears or dramatic overreactions. Kodah is sweet, calm, polite, and easy to get along with. She seems to have accepted that life contains occasional nonsense and that, whenever possible, one should simply move away from it. Honestly, she could charge for a workshop. A securely fenced yard and a suitable playmate would be ideal for giving her opportunities to move at her own pace. Her foster thinks her personality could suit apartment living, but meeting her exercise needs could be more challenging when standard leash walks are already difficult. A person with time for appropriate play could also be a good fit. Basically, she would benefit from someone who can lovingly interrupt her plans to spend the entire afternoon rotating napping spots. Kodah is potty trained and has the run of the house with the other dogs when her foster is away. She has not been kenneled in this home, so her crate manners are unknown. She knows “sit” and “come,” although she tends to ignore “come,” presumably because she has reviewed the request and determined that her current location remains satisfactory. You: “Kodah, come!” Kodah: “Thank you for reaching out.” The Great Pyrenees customer-service department will respond within three to five business days. She does not chew things she should not, and no escape tendencies have been observed. Very respectable. Very reassuring. You might even be tempted to describe her as an angel. Then you step into the yard. Kodah is a master hole digger. One front leg, significant output, absolutely no consultation with the property owner. Perhaps you were planning to plant a tree. Perhaps you were not. Either way, the preliminary work has begun, and she expects you to appreciate the initiative. And then there is the couch. Her foster has blocked the living-room entrance with a coffee table, yet Kodah somehow accesses the couch from the side. Is she going over the table? Over the arm? Does she know a passageway that the humans do not? Has she enlisted the Corgis to build a ramp? Nobody knows. What we do know is that an 80-pound, three-legged marshmallow has repeatedly defeated a furniture-based security system in pursuit of upholstery. The foster family would probably like an explanation. Kodah would probably like everyone to stop asking questions and bring her a pillow. Kodah does bark, especially when the other dogs bark or a neighborhood dog has something to announce. According to her foster family, whether she responds depends on what the other dog is saying, so apparently we are living with a giant marshmallow who understands neighborhood gossip. Three houses down, someone barks, and Kodah must decide whether this deserves her involvement. Squirrel on the fence? Worth discussing. Suspicious delivery truck? Alert the committee. Kevin barking because his own tail startled him again? Honestly, Kevin, we have talked about this. If your home could use a little more sweetness, a little more fluff, and a very polite girl who waits her turn to be loved, Kodah would like to submit herself for consideration. She brings a gentle heart, velvety ears, and the good sense to leave the room when everyone else starts acting ridiculous. Honestly, that last skill alone puts her ahead of several relatives. She would love a family who appreciates her easygoing company, respects her three-legged pace, and helps her stay healthy so she can keep enjoying life beside them. In return, you get an oversized sweetheart who can make an ordinary evening feel a whole lot warmer. You may also get a hole in the yard, but let’s focus on the romance. Ready to make this lovely marshmallow part of your family? Please fill out an adoption application for Kodah so we can send it to her foster family, who will help choose the best fit for her. Unfortunately, commenting “I WANT HER” does not automatically generate an application, although we admire your enthusiasm and completely understand what those ears have done to your judgment. Kodah is being fostered in Warr Acres, Oklahoma, and her approved adopter will need to pick her up in person. We do not offer transports, and this particular cloud will not float to your doorstep. You will need to come collect your own precious fluff biscuit—and honestly, that sounds like a pretty excellent reason for a road trip.

Introducing Sherlock Holmes—because apparently someone ordered a giant teddy bear, selected the toasted-marshmallow color package, added a pair of dark velvet ears, and then gave him the kind of soulful eyes that make you apologize even when you have done absolutely nothing wrong. Sherlock is a 2-year-old, 83-pound male Great Pyrenees, possibly mixed with Anatolian Shepherd. Yes, we see the beautiful brown-and-white patches. Yes, we see the white stripe down his face and the dramatic eye makeup that most of us could not recreate with professional assistance and a very forgiving mirror. He looks like someone crossed a cozy autumn afternoon with a stuffed animal that won first prize at the fair. We wish we could give you his exact list of breeds, but he arrived without an ancestry report, and “sir, who were your parents?” has yielded absolutely nothing except a handsome face and the expectation that we should probably pet him. So, Great Pyrenees with a possible helping of Anatolian Shepherd is our best guess. What we know for certain is that underneath all that handsome packaging is a happy, affectionate, wonderfully goofy boy who loves people, loves to play, and would very much like to be included in whatever his family is doing. He is essentially a family-sized s’more with feelings—and he is hoping your family has room for one more. 👉 Apply to adopt: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app 📍 Yukon, OK — approved adopters must pick me up in person. No transports Sherlock has the heart of a marshmallow, the enthusiasm of a kid being told school is canceled, and a slightly optimistic understanding of how much room 82 pounds of dog requires. He is essentially a family-sized helping of sweetness with legs. Someone named him after one of the world’s greatest detectives, but his true calling appears to be making friends, enjoying life, and occasionally investigating whether the dishwasher has permission to make that noise. His résumé may lack solved mysteries, but his qualifications for being somebody’s beloved goober are excellent. Sherlock’s story almost ended before he had the chance to show anyone that side of himself. He was found as a stray and brought to a shelter, where nobody came to reclaim him. When the shelter ran out of space, he ended up on death row. There was no family arriving at the last minute, no familiar voice calling his name—just a good dog whose time was running out because there was nowhere for him to go. Thankfully, he got another chance. Now he is in a foster home, enjoying the ordinary things every dog should get to have: companionship, playtime, a safe place to sleep, and people who know he matters. We would love for his next chapter to come with a family who makes all of that permanent. Sherlock has been spending his canine social time with his friend John Watson, and he absolutely loves him. Together, they enjoy wrestling, running around the backyard, and conducting the sort of very serious detective work that mostly involves chasing each other in circles. One assumes they are gathering evidence. So far, the evidence suggests that having a friend is wonderful and the yard should probably be run across again, just to be thorough. Watching Sherlock enjoy himself with Watson gives you a lovely picture of the playful, happy dog he is. A compatible large dog who enjoys a similar style of play would be a wonderful companion in his forever home—someone to share adventures, trade wrestling moves, and help investigate whether there is anything interesting happening at the other end of the lawn. Cats are currently an unanswered question. Sherlock has not been tested with them, so his feline compatibility remains unknown. We realize those eyes look like they belong to a dog who should be sharing a blanket with a kitten in a greeting-card display, but we do need actual information before writing that particular love story. Sherlock has been around children ages four and six and does well with them. He likes to run up and invite them to play, because apparently small humans look like excellent candidates for the entertainment committee. If they are not interested, he typically leaves them alone, which is a sweet and useful quality in a dog who has enough enthusiasm to organize an entire recess. He enjoys their company and wants to join the fun; he simply does not always remember that he is arriving in the body of a small horse. His heart is gentle, but his understanding of his dimensions occasionally resembles someone trying to park a moving truck using instructions intended for a bicycle. Excited greetings could accidentally knock a little one over, so supervision and continued guidance are important. When meeting new people, Sherlock starts with a bark while he figures out who has arrived. Once he knows they are safe, his friendly, playful side comes through, and he is happy to make their acquaintance. He goes from announcing a visitor to enthusiastically welcoming one, often at a distance best described as “closer than you anticipated.” He loves people and attention, and once comfortable, he is eager to participate in the friendship. Personal space is still a developing subject, but the motivation underneath it is wonderfully simple: he likes you, you are here, and that seems like an excellent reason to spend time together. Sherlock comes in at a 7 out of 10 on the energy scale. Think oversized teddy bear with a healthy appreciation for recess. He loves to play, explore, wrestle with Watson, and see what the day has to offer. An active family who enjoys the outdoors would be a great match for him. He would love people who are excited to take him on walks, explore new places, and give him regular opportunities to stretch those legs. His idea of a good day includes having things to do and someone to do them with. You do not need to summit a mountain before breakfast, but Sherlock would appreciate an itinerary that occasionally extends beyond watching other people hike on television. He enjoys toys and is happy to have approved outlets for his playful side. Fetch, however, has not inspired him. Apparently he reviewed the game and felt there were some unresolved questions about why the human keeps throwing away a perfectly good toy. He is delighted to play; he just has his own ideas about the format. His interest in water is still unknown, so we cannot yet tell you whether he will become a splash enthusiast or prefer to supervise aquatic events from a conveniently dry location. Sherlock can get into the car himself. Remembering that he is supposed to get into the car is where the plot develops. Sometimes he steps outside and his original thought immediately floats away like a balloon at a birthday party. You are standing beside an open door, holding the leash, presenting an entire automobile. Sherlock is busy noticing that the outdoors has smells in it. For someone named after a world-famous detective, he can overlook a fairly substantial clue. “Come on, buddy, we’re going for a ride.” Wonderful news. Has anyone looked into this grass, though? Eventually, once he remembers the plan and decides he is ready, he climbs in—like a very sweet husband who said he was ready to leave twenty minutes ago and has somehow started a project in the garage. Sherlock enjoys walks and walks well overall, although sometimes his excitement gets ahead of his manners and he pulls. In his defense, he is named Sherlock Holmes, and you keep trying to walk him past active crime scenes. That bush has been visited. That mailbox knows something. Someone named Biscuit was here at approximately 7:42 this morning, and his story is full of holes. Sherlock cannot simply stroll past this information wearing a little harness and pretending everything is fine. His leash manners are still developing, but his enthusiasm for a shared adventure is downright precious. Sherlock has shown no food or resource guarding in his foster home, and no particular fears have been reported. His overall temperament is happy, goofy, affectionate, and playful, with that familiar independent streak that reminds us he did, in fact, read the Great Pyrenees portion of his paperwork. He enjoys his people and wants their attention, while occasionally reserving the right to consider a request before acting on it. There is a mind of his own tucked behind those beautiful eyes, along with an impressive amount of sweetness. Sherlock is also a vocal boy who occasionally feels called to sing the song of his people. Somewhere, generations of Great Pyrenees stood on hillsides announcing important developments, and he would hate to disrespect his elders by allowing a suspicious noise to go entirely unmentioned. A neighborhood dog barks? Sherlock offers a reply. He may not know the topic, but apparently his ancestors did not raise him to leave someone on read. Household noises can earn an announcement too, especially when his people are not nearby. The dishwasher at night is particularly deserving of commentary. Everyone else is comfortable sleeping through the sound of silverware being rearranged by an unseen force, but Sherlock has some follow-up questions. When his people are together in the living room, he is much less inclined to bark at noises, and he can enjoy long stretches of quiet outdoor play when the neighborhood dogs are quiet too. His musical career is very much influenced by the company. Sometimes he is simply a happy boy enjoying his afternoon; sometimes the dog three houses over hits the opening note, and Sherlock remembers he comes from a proud tradition. A securely fenced yard is required for Sherlock. He loves room to run, explore, and enjoy a good romp with a compatible big dog. There is a particular kind of happiness that occurs when a large, fluffy dog realizes he has both a friend and enough lawn to make questionable athletic decisions, and Sherlock would like regular access to that experience. He has not shown escape-artist tendencies. His outdoor ambitions currently center on playing, exploring, and seeing whether Watson would like to wrestle again despite having wrestled approximately eleven seconds ago. A secure yard gives all that joy somewhere safe to unfold, preferably at a distance from the coffee table. Inside the house, Sherlock has some genuinely lovely habits. He is potty and kennel trained, and does relatively well inside the house. Sherlock’s ideal home includes active people, a securely fenced yard, and another compatible large dog who enjoys running and wrestling. He would love a family whose idea of quality time includes getting outside together, playing, exploring, and making ordinary days feel like something worth getting excited about. Children can be part of his world with supervision around his enthusiastic greetings; he has plenty of affection to share and occasionally distributes it in bulk. Overall, he is a young dog with a few things to learn, a wonderfully happy outlook, and an impressive amount of sweetness available for immediate use. His next great discovery could be a family who looks at him and thinks, “There you are. We’ve been missing you.” To apply for Sherlock, complete the adoption application here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Yes, the full application. “Interested!” gives us a promising opening sentence, but even Sherlock needs a few more clues. Once submitted, we can send it to his foster family to see whether you could be the right match for their sweet, oversized investigator. The form takes a little time. So does standing in the pet aisle deciding which toy your dog would like, and we suspect you are about to become exceptionally qualified at that. Approved adopters must pick him up in person; we do not offer transport.