Golden Retriever puppies and dogs in Glenpool, Oklahoma

Leo is a great dog. He's one of those that pouts when another dog doesnt want to be his friend. Hes pretty chunky we put him on a diet and there is no change in his size. He just got even more lazy. We're having to re home him because we found out our son is very allergic to dogs. So right now they are outside dogs and thats no way to live. They have spent their entire lives inside and now being stuck outside isnt fair to them.

Leo is a great dog. He's one of those that pouts when another dog doesnt want to be his friend. Hes pretty chunky we put him on a diet and there is no change in his size. He just got even more lazy. We're having to re home him because we found out our son is very allergic to dogs. So right now they are outside dogs and thats no way to live. They have spent their entire lives inside and now being stuck outside isnt fair to them.

He is the most incredible dog. He is loyal, very smart and would sit in your lap if he could. A hugger. He is obedient and is obedient trained. He would never tear anything up. He is a registered English Creme Golden. He has always lived indoors and goes in and out as he chooses. Need for him to be able to be a family house dog. Never has he slept outside. Has his own bed and crate. He is also crate trained. If he does not work out always returnable. He is a good watch dog..not true for most Goldens.

📖 The Official Loghan Handbook Senior Edition: Love Me, Squeeze Me & Please Never Leave Me 📍 Pickup Location: Yukon, Oklahoma Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Congratulations! You have stumbled upon Loghan, a lovable little senior gentleman who has spent years perfecting the fine art of being adorably quirky, exceptionally snuggly, and just anxious enough to occasionally patrol the premises like he’s personally responsible for making sure everything is okay.At this stage in life, Loghan knows what he likes. His people? Obsessed. Getting pets? Obviously. Taking a good nap? A cornerstone of his daily schedule. Unnecessary changes to the itinerary? Sir, he would like to speak with management. Loghan is an incredibly sweet, happy little guy who loves being close to his humans. He’s affectionate, lovable, and happiest when he knows his people are nearby. That said, sometimes his brain likes to open approximately 37 tabs at once. When Loghan gets overwhelmed or anxious, he can turn into a bit of a busybody. He may pace around, wander up and down, and generally give off the impression that he has misplaced something extremely important despite having absolutely nothing to look for. Thankfully, Loghan has a pretty simple reset button: his person. Call him over, ask him to sit, place a reassuring hand on his back, or give him a good squeeze, and you can practically feel his little nervous system say, “Oh. Right. We’re okay.” He genuinely enjoys that physical reassurance and security from the people he trusts. He isn’t looking for someone to reinvent him. He’s a senior dude with a few quirks, some feelings, and a deeply established appreciation for naps. He just needs someone who understands that occasionally his brain gets a little noisy and who is willing to remind him that he’s safe, loved, and doesn’t actually need to conduct another full-house security sweep. In return, you get one ridiculously lovable, wonderfully quirky little old man who thinks his humans are the best thing since orthopedic dog beds. Please consult the following chapters before operating your Loghan. Loghan is a 12-year-old, 46lb male Golden Retriever/Cocker Spaniel mix who recently found himself facing a pretty big life change. After spending his years loved by his owner, Loghan sadly lost his person when they passed away. With family unable to take him in, they wanted to make sure this sweet senior gentleman didn’t end up somewhere scary or uncertain, so they reached out to us for help. And just like that, at 12 years young, Loghan found himself starting an entirely new chapter. Now, we certainly don’t think a distinguished gentleman of his age should have to worry about updating his résumé, learning a new address, or interviewing potential retirement homes, but apparently life forgot to consult The Official Loghan Handbook before making these arrangements. Thankfully, Loghan has handled everything with the kind of sweetness you’d expect from a guy who seems to believe most of life’s problems can be solved with a reassuring hand on his back, a good cuddle, and a strategically scheduled nap. He may have lost the person and life he knew, but Loghan still has plenty of love left to give. So, while this wasn’t the next chapter anyone planned for him, we’re determined to make sure it leads to something pretty special: a new family to love, a soft place to land, and someone willing to honor the very important senior-dog rule that nap schedules are legally binding. At 12 years old, Loghan isn’t asking for much from his retirement years. A loving human. A reasonably predictable schedule. Regular walks. Adequate booty scratches. Someone willing to accompany him into the backyard while he handles his personal business. And preferably no roommates who wake up every morning and choose violence. Simple, really. Loghan adores his humans and would happily spend approximately 97% of his remaining earthly existence within a six-foot radius of them. Working from home? Excellent. Retired? Even better. Able to take your distinguished elderly gentleman to work occasionally? He has already packed his briefcase. That doesn’t mean someone needs to be home 24/7. Loghan can handle a normal workday and currently free-roams the house when his foster family leaves without getting into trouble. He may occasionally join the other dogs in barking because apparently if everyone else is yelling, there must be something worth yelling about—but otherwise, we suspect he’d settle in for a nice long nap. As far as canine roommates go, Loghan is less “OMG A NEW BEST FRIEND!” and more “I already have friends. They’re called humans.” He is initially interested in other dogs and will happily conduct the customary sniffing investigation, but he prefers dogs who understand personal space. A laid-back female who isn’t interested in running the household would probably work well. Dominant/confident females and other males aren't his favorite roommates. He isn't looking for a fight, but if another dog gets pushy, he may growl to ask them to back off. He will also occasionally run up and bark/herd another dog who is doing something he has deemed suspicious. Basically, Loghan falls squarely into the Cool, Aloof Neighbor With Occasional “GET OFF MY LAWN” Tendencies category. And honestly? At 12, he’s earned that right. Cats remain a bit of a question mark. He isn't currently fostered with any, although he encountered cats at the groomer and was far more concerned with locating the nearest exit than whatever the cats were doing. Kids? Loghan has met children ages 5 and 7 and greeted them with excitement, kisses, and—as any gentleman would—eventually invited himself directly into the 7-year-old's lap. He enjoyed them, but busy little humans can eventually make his brain a little overwhelmed. After enough excitement, Loghan essentially planted himself in the middle of the room and started barking because apparently his system had reached MAXIMUM OCCUPANCY. For that reason, we think older, dog-savvy kids would be his best everyday match. Younger kids visiting occasionally? Probably perfectly fine. A house permanently operating at Chuck E. Cheese volume? Loghan respectfully declines. Loghan does believe in home security. If he sees someone at the door, he’ll bark to alert the household that A PERSON HAS ARRIVED AND APPARENTLY NONE OF YOU NOTICED. Once you actually come inside? Investigation complete. You are now eligible to provide pets. Loghan is friendly, affectionate, and more than happy to greet new people with sniffs and kisses. But there is one extremely important piece of information every visitor must receive: Scratch. His. Booty. Specifically, that magical area on his back right above his tail. Loghan does not care whether you have known him for twelve years, twelve minutes, or twelve seconds. If you possess functioning hands, he will turn around and present his rear end like a furry little valet parking attendant. He can occasionally jump up when he gets especially excited to see his favorite people, but he knows basic commands and gets down when reminded. Speaking of which, our distinguished scholar currently knows sit, down, shake, off, and the universally understood “no.” You shoud know that this boy LOVES walks. Pull out a leash and suddenly the 12-year-old retiree disappears and LOGHAN: ADVENTURE EDITION has entered the chat. He gets excited, pulls some at first, zigzags around, and firmly believes that every smell deserves a thorough investigation. He is also a male dog, which means approximately every third object must be peed upon for reasons that are apparently classified. Despite being 12, Loghan is still impressively active. His foster rates him around a 6/10 energy level, although his version of adventure is more “nice neighborhood stroll and maybe accompany Mom somewhere” than “summit a mountain before brunch.” He'd happily enjoy mild adventures as long as his person comes along. Then he would like to go home. Because Loghan LOVES home. If you're cooking, Loghan will either be asleep underfoot or stationed nearby as Chief Falling Crumb Inspector. If you're hanging out in the living room, he'll be nearby. If you go into the bathroom? Congratulations. We go to the bathroom now. Privacy was apparently not included in the Loghan adoption package. Car rides are another mixed bag. Loghan happily jumps into the vehicle by himself and likes getting to go places, but he doesn't settle particularly well once you're moving. He may pace, pant, or drool, and he shook on the way to the vet. Some of this is likely anxiety, but considering his entire world recently changed, we also think there may be a little bit of: “Excuse me, but are you returning me somewhere AGAIN?” As he learns that car rides with his forever family always end with him coming home again, some of that worry may improve. Here is where Loghan would like his official record entered into evidence: He is perfectly potty trained. Zero accidents in his foster home. A fenced yard would be lovely, but it isn't required because Loghan would also do well with regular leash walks. There is, however, a small contractual obligation associated with backyard ownership: You must accompany him. Loghan does not particularly understand why anyone would expect a gentleman to venture into the wilderness alone just to pee. You come outside. He handles business. Everyone goes back inside. This is the arrangement. He isn't a dog who wants to spend hours lounging alone in the backyard anyway. His favorite place is wherever his humans happen to be. Inside, Loghan has proven himself trustworthy with free roam. He doesn't chew things he shouldn't, isn't an escape artist, and hasn't shown any resource guarding. He was familiar with a kennel in his previous home and used one more like a safe space than actual confinement. His foster family initially set one up for him, but he rarely chose to use it, so eventually they took it down. At night, Loghan sleeps in his foster mom's bedroom, typically choosing the floor beside the bed. He may hop onto the bed when everyone first settles down or again in the morning, but apparently spending the ENTIRE night on a luxurious mattress is excessive. A dog bed was offered. He declined. The floor has apparently been adequately vetted. Loghan may still act surprisingly spry for 12, but there are a few senior-dog features his future family needs to know about. Most importantly, his eyesight isn't what it used to be. Loghan has one complete cataract and another partial cataract, so seeing—especially at night—can be difficult. You may notice him turning his head sideways to look at you, which seems to help him see things better. This also means treats require adherence to the Official Loghan Snack Distribution Procedure. If you suddenly shove a treat toward his face, he may grab quickly because he can't immediately distinguish between: A.) Snack B.) Finger C.) Finger holding snack D.) Mysterious blurry object that presumably contains snack Instead, let him see the treat for a moment before lowering it toward him. Remind him to be gentle, and he'll take it nicely. The good news is that despite being a senior gentleman, Loghan remains active, affectionate, curious, and very interested in participating in life. He's simply reached the stage where he'd prefer his adventures moderately strenuous, his household reasonably predictable, and his naps uninterrupted. Now, if you've made it through the entire Official Loghan Handbook and somehow thought, “Yes. THAT elderly weirdo. I want that one,” we have excellent news: You may apply for the position. Please fill out an adoption application for Loghan. And yes, you really do have to fill out the application. Commenting “WANT,” “NEED,” “WHERE IS HE?” or our personal favorite, “I'LL TAKE HIM” does not legally transfer ownership of one 46lb senior citizen, no matter how enthusiastic you are. 😂 Once your application has been processed, we can send it over to Loghan's foster family so they can determine whether you have what it takes to meet his rigorous employment requirements. Qualifications include but are not limited to: • Possession of at least one functioning booty-scratching hand • Willingness to surrender all expectations of bathroom privacy • An appreciation for senior gentlemen with opinions • Willingness to repeatedly reassure one very good boy that he is home, he is safe, and yes, you are still right there And finally, please consult your preferred mapping application before falling hopelessly in love. 📍 Loghan is being fostered in Yukon, Oklahoma, and his adopter will need to travel there to pick him up. Unfortunately, Loghan does not ship via Amazon Prime, cannot be DoorDashed across state lines, and despite his distinguished appearance, does not currently possess a driver's license.

Introducing Goldie Locks, a 6-month-old, 20-pound Golden mix who appears to have wandered out of a storybook after determining that being an ordinary amount of adorable simply wasn’t challenging enough. Yep, you are looking at a forever puppy, folks. When Goldie first arrived, we assumed she was maybe 3–4 months old. Then the vet estimated she could be anywhere between 6 and 9 months. We have elected to call her 6 months because…well, look at that face. That is not the face of someone preparing for adulthood. That is the face of someone whose long-term financial plan consists entirely of carrying around stuffed animals and hoping a responsible adult remembers to buy snacks. Goldie has the kind of baby face that will probably still have strangers asking, “How old is your puppy?” when she is nine years old. And yes, she is currently only 20 pounds. We know exactly what you are thinking: A gorgeous cream-and-golden dog who looks permanently puppy-sized, may remain on the smaller side, and has the temperament of a warm sugar cookie? Surely this is an internet scam. Somehow, she is real. Her coat is soft, fluffy, and beautifully cream-colored, giving her the appearance of a toasted marshmallow that was removed from the fire at precisely the right moment. Goldie Locks loves other dogs and has happily joined the furry social committee in her foster home. She plays outside with all three resident dogs but gives special attention to the Golden mix, presumably because she has identified her as a distant relative and would now like to discuss family business. She has also played beautifully with a 6–8-month-old puppy weighing more than 50 pounds. At only 20 pounds, she may resemble a decorative dinner roll bouncing around beside them, but Goldie has never allowed minor details like size, physics, or being approximately one-third of everyone else’s weight to interfere with a good time. Another playful dog would be a wonderful addition to Goldie’s forever home. She enjoys having canine companions and is confident enough to play with dogs considerably larger than she is. She is playful, social, and very much a happy little puppy. Her idea of a successful afternoon includes romping around with the dogs, choosing her own toys, carrying those toys through the house, and then checking whether anyone has left unattended laundry available for immediate relocation. Goldie does not necessarily chew the laundry—she simply collects it. Socks, shirts, and assorted fabric goods are gathered as though she is preparing to open a tiny boutique with an extremely questionable inventory system. If you cannot find something, check Goldie’s current exhibition before blaming the dryer. Cats remain a mystery because there are none in her foster home. We cannot say whether Goldie would love them, ignore them, or assume they are animated stuffed animals with anger-management problems. The Feline Relations Department has not conducted testing, and Goldie has declined to speculate without legal representation. Goldie has not been around children in her foster home either, but she is a very friendly puppy who warms up quickly. She bonded with her foster dad almost immediately and was friendly with the veterinary staff during her very first week. This is particularly impressive because most dogs regard the vet’s office as a suspicious building where kind strangers compliment them before committing unspeakable thermometer-related betrayals. Goldie apparently decided everyone was lovely anyway. When meeting new people, she may need a moment to take everything in, but she does not keep them waiting long before admitting them into her fan club. Goldie is affectionate, enjoys being petted, and has the kind of gentle sweetness that makes people begin rearranging their lives after knowing her for approximately seven minutes. Her foster dad even says Goldie is one he could happily keep and highly recommends her—which, in rescue language, is essentially a five-star review from someone who has already witnessed the puppy shenanigans and still wants to subscribe. Goldie rates around a 7 out of 10 on the energy scale. She is playful and active, but she is not a furry bottle rocket who requires a wilderness expedition before breakfast. She enjoys playing with dogs, toys, and water, but she is also perfectly happy inside with her people. Her hobbies include carrying stuffed animals, collecting laundry, receiving pets, and making herself comfortable on the couch. She is very much a homebody at heart. When her foster dad goes through the front door to water the flowers, Goldie shows no interest in following. The outside world may contain adventure, opportunity, and fascinating smells, but the house contains toys, furniture, air conditioning, and people available to pet her. Goldie has reviewed both options and believes the indoors offers the stronger benefits package. That does not mean she dislikes being outside. Goldie loves exploring the fenced yard and has discovered that the fountain makes an excellent personal wading pool. Some dogs delicately drink from fountains. Goldie sits in hers like a tiny resort guest who paid extra for the water feature. She likes playing in water and would presumably appreciate a household willing to accept that any available puddle, fountain, or kiddie pool may be treated as her private spa. Goldie loves toys and even plays fetch, making her one of those rare dogs who understands that the purpose of throwing a toy is for her to bring it back—not for the human to immediately regret their decision and retrieve it themselves. She also receives plenty of chew toys because she is still learning what is and is not appropriate to place in her mouth. Goldie is likely teething, which means the world is currently divided into two categories: approved chew toys and objects she has not yet been informed are unavailable. A securely fenced yard would be best for Goldie so she can safely explore, play with other dogs, and lounge in inappropriate water fixtures without anyone worrying about her wandering off. She has shown no escape-artist tendencies and is not currently plotting to tunnel beneath the fence using a spoon she stole from the laundry room. The fence is simply for her protection and gives this curious little puppy a safe place to play while her family remains inside wearing actual clothes instead of chasing her through the neighborhood in whatever they happened to sleep in. Goldie has not tried leash walking yet, so that particular chapter of her education remains unwritten.As a young puppy, she will need a family willing to introduce leash skills with patience, encouragement, and the understanding that nobody emerges from the womb knowing how to walk politely while attached to a human by a six-foot cord. She is also too small to climb into the vehicle by herself right now, so her foster dad picks her up. Fortunately, at 20 pounds, loading Goldie does not require a ramp, a pulley system, or three neighbors. Once she is inside, she rides very well. Potty training is also still in progress. Goldie is not fully trained yet, but she is working on it. She will need consistency and time to learn the routine in her new home because puppy bladders do not recognize optimism, expensive rugs, or the phrase, “But you were just outside.” Adopters should expect an adjustment period and continue showing her where the approved facilities are located. She is already crate trained and does very well in her kennel. When her foster family is away, Goldie stays in a crate in either the family room or bedroom, although she is most often in the family room. Speaking of furniture, Goldie is allowed on the couch. Naturally. She is 20 pounds, cream-colored, soft, and shaped roughly like something people intentionally purchase to decorate a sofa. Telling her she does not belong there would require ignoring overwhelming visual evidence. She settles in as though the couch was included in her adoption package and looks so appropriate that guests may mistake her for an unusually lifelike throw pillow. Goldie is not much of a barker. She does not feel obligated to announce the wind, file hourly neighborhood reports, or engage in heated political debates with delivery drivers. She is generally quiet and saves everyone from living with a tiny, fluffy emergency siren. She also has no known fears or dramatic overreactions. Vacuums, storms, household noises, and suspicious events have not inspired her to hold an emotional press conference. So, if your home is missing a fun-sized Golden cloud with a permanent puppy face, a gentle heart, and a deeply important commitment to transporting stuffed animals and unattended laundry, Goldie Locks may be your girl. Fill out an adoption application here: 📝 https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Yes, the entire application. Not half of it. Not a Facebook comment that says, “Want.” Not a message explaining that your aunt’s coworker once had a Golden Retriever, so you are basically family. Once submitted, we can send your application to Goldie’s foster family, who will determine whether your home meets the professional standards of a 20-pound laundry curator and fountain enthusiast. If approved, you will need to pick Goldie Locks up in Tulsa, Oklahoma. She will not be shipped, delivered, teleported, mailed in a suspiciously fluffy box, or placed aboard a tiny Golden Uber.

Introducing Anchor, a 6-week-old, 8-pound male Golden Retriever mix who looks like someone crossed a toasted marshmallow with a dust bunny and then gave it tiny legs. He is sweet enough to give a bakery an inferiority complex, gentle enough to make a lullaby seem unnecessarily aggressive, and currently weighs about as much as a moderately ambitious watermelon. His face could dissolve even the strongest resolve, and his overall temperament is best described as “tiny, tenderhearted gentleman who has absolutely no idea what a bad day is.” Now, before everyone says, “Awwww, I want him!”…oh, who are we kidding? That already happened somewhere around “toasted marshmallow.” Half of you have emotionally adopted him, renamed him, and ordered a personalized collar. However, before you let your heart sign you up for another dog while your common sense is still trying to unlock its phone, we need to have a brief discussion about rescue math. Rescue math says Anchor is a Golden Retriever mix because…well, he looks like one. He is golden. He is fluffy. He has the sweet little face of someone who would retrieve absolutely nothing but would happily supervise while you did it. We do not know who Anchor’s parents are, which means we cannot promise his exact breed, adult size, or precise birthday. He and his siblings were brought to the shelter after being found, and the shelter estimated that they were around three weeks old at the time. That would make them approximately six weeks old now. However, our veterinarian believes they may be closer to eight weeks old, because puppies apparently arrive without instruction manuals, birth certificates, or the decency to provide accurate family records. If you simply love dogs and do not care whether Anchor is exactly six weeks old, precisely eight weeks old, definitely Golden, possibly Doodle, medium-sized, large, fluffy, scruffy, or secretly three woodland creatures sharing one puppy costume, then please continue on with Anchor. If you need to know his exact breed, exact age, or guaranteed adult weight—or would be disappointed to discover later that our best estimate was not written by an all-knowing puppy oracle—then please keep scrolling. 📍 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 Anchor loves snuggles and is perfectly happy to curl up with his people like a warm, fuzzy dinner roll—right up until he hears food being prepared. At that point, the tender bonding moment is over, your relationship has been placed on a brief administrative hold, and Anchor is reporting directly to the cafeteria. This boy loves his groceries. He does not merely enjoy a meal; he approaches dining with the focus of a tiny food critic who has been waiting six exhausting weeks for his reservation. You may believe you are the center of his universe, but if someone opens a bag of kibble, you will quickly discover that you are actually a small moon orbiting his true love: snacks. He will leave your arms so fast you may briefly wonder whether you imagined the entire cuddle. Do not take it personally. Affection is wonderful, but dinner has a schedule. When food is not actively requesting his attention, Anchor is an affectionate little roly-poly who loves being close to his people. He is soft, sweet, cuddly, and currently shaped like a fuzzy baked potato that has begun sprouting legs. He gives off the peaceful energy of a baby who assumes the world exists solely to provide warm laps, friendly faces, and regularly scheduled groceries. He is still very young, so much of his personality is only beginning to emerge, but thus far, Anchor appears to be a cheerful, people-loving little guy with an excellent temperament and absolutely no intention of missing a meal. Anchor believes every dog is his friend because he is a puppy and has not yet been introduced to the complicated adult concepts of boundaries, social hesitation, or “perhaps that dog does not want you sitting on its head.” In his world, other dogs are simply future playmates who have not completed the friendship paperwork yet. He happily romps with his siblings and is delighted by anyone else who enters the puppy room. There is no lengthy interview process, no suspicious background check, and no awkward period of wondering whether everyone will get along. Anchor sees a dog, assumes friendship, and immediately begins planning group activities. Cats remain an unanswered question. Anchor has not been around them, so we cannot say whether he would consider a cat a friend, a supervisor, a particularly judgmental roommate, or a mysterious creature whose tail should be investigated despite multiple written warnings. We refuse to manufacture a glowing cat résumé for a puppy who has never met one. Rescue bios may contain jokes, but they should not contain fan fiction. Anchor has met children once, and naturally, he loved all the attention. A room full of people eager to admire him is exactly the sort of event Anchor believes should occur daily. He was happy to accept the affection, compliments, and general celebration of his existence—as any tiny celebrity would. Since he is still a very young puppy, any children in his forever home should be prepared for the usual puppy nonsense as he grows: little teeth, enthusiastic feet, questionable decisions, and the firm belief that anything located at floor level may have been placed there for him personally. His current energy level is around a 4 out of 10. That does not mean Anchor intends to spend adulthood quietly arranging throw pillows and listening to public radio. He is still a very young puppy, and his energy, interests, and level of goofiness will continue developing as he does. Right now, however, he is not operating like a wind-up toy possessed by the spirit of poor decisions. He happily romps with his siblings and enthusiastically greets anyone who enters the room, but his excitement is the sweet “Oh my goodness, you’re here!” variety—not the “I have consumed six energy drinks and must now scale the curtains” variety. He has happy-to-see-you energy. His entire little body joins the welcome committee, and he is prepared to celebrate your arrival as though you just returned from a dangerous three-year expedition rather than stepping out of the room for twelve seconds. He will play, wobble, romp, tumble over a sibling, recover with absolutely no dignity, and then eventually remember that babies require naps. Anchor is currently less of a high-performance athlete and more of a cheerful beanbag with brief recreational goals. Anchor is still at the very beginning of becoming whoever he is going to be. He is affectionate, social, food-motivated, happily playful, and currently quite manageable on the energy scale—but he is also a baby whose personality, coat, size, and habits will continue unfolding. Adopting him means signing up for the whole puppy experience: the snuggles, the laughter, the early mornings, the training, the tiny teeth, the accidents, the mysteriously relocated socks, and the humbling realization that an eight-pound fuzzball can reorganize your entire household before breakfast. He does not arrive fully programmed with your household routine, Wi-Fi password, and preferred coffee time already installed. There may be interrupted sleep. There will be potty training. There will be moments when you stand outside in your pajamas praising a puppy for peeing while wondering how this became your life. If you are ready to give Anchor a lifetime of love, patience, training, snacks, and forgiveness when he inevitably makes a terrible decision involving something you foolishly believed was out of reach, fill out an adoption application here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Yes, the entire application. Not a comment saying, “Want.” Not a private message containing only “Available?” Not a blurry screenshot sent to your spouse with fourteen exclamation points. And not a heartfelt promise that you are “totally serious” followed by complete silence once we ask you to complete paperwork. The application is how we learn whether your home is prepared for a puppy—not an optional side quest for people who enjoy forms. Once it is submitted, we can send it to Anchor’s foster family for review. If approved, you will need to pick Anchor up in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. He will not be transported, shipped, delivered to your driveway, placed on a commercial flight, launched from a puppy catapult, or sent through the mail with air holes and a snack. You must come meet him and pick him up in person.

Introducing Honeybear, a 1.5-year-old female Golden Retriever mix who looks like someone poured warm caramel over a teddy bear and then gave it feelings. Are you a caramel lover? Have you ever looked at a jar of it and thought, “I wish I could hug that”? Please discuss that with a qualified professional at your earliest convenience. Fortunately, Honeybear is here to make the whole situation less embarrassing. She’s gorgeous, caramel colored, loves a good cuddle, and is considerably less sticky than hugging the jar. 👉 Apply to adopt Honeybear: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app 📍Honeybear is being fostered in Owasso, OK. Her adopter must personally pick her up there. We do not transport. Honeybear is the kind of sweet that makes you lower your voice, clear a spot beside you, and wonder whether it would be excessive to buy a dog her own throw blanket. She’s a sensitive girl who can be nervous when something is new. She likes a little time to look around and make sure the situation is safe before committing her entire heart to it. Gentle guidance helps her settle, and she listens when told “no.” Most of the time, she is calm, easygoing, and happiest tucked up beside her humans. The teddy bear comparison is cute until you realize the teddy bear is looking at you like you’re her whole world, and now you’re rearranging your day so she doesn’t have to move. Honeybear absolutely adores people and kids. Her foster’s children, ages 10 to 18, did not have to submit applications for cuddle privileges. She went straight to snuggling them, apparently satisfied that they met her most important qualification: being available. New adults might get a more cautious first hello, but once she understands they’re kind, her friendly side comes out. She isn’t trying to play hard to get. She just has a soft little heart and prefers to know who she’s giving it to. Cats are an unknown. Honeybear has not yet met one of those tiny creatures with knives attached to their feet and the confidence of a landlord conducting an inspection. We cannot tell you what she’d think of a cat. Honeybear’s energy level is a pleasant 5/10. She likes to play with toys and enjoys a good romp once she’s comfortable, but she’s a homebody at heart. Her foster thinks she’d be up for adventures after she settles into a new home; for now, Honeybear’s idea of a wonderful outing is a walk followed by returning to the people and furniture she loves. She walks quietly on a leash without pulling, which means you can enjoy the scenery without being abruptly introduced to a shrub. Fetch is not currently among her hobbies. Honeybear likes toys, but if you throw one across the yard, she may reasonably wonder why you did that and whether you plan to go get it. She also hasn’t tried getting into the pool, though she didn’t seem bothered by her bath. She is willing to get clean without convening an emergency meeting about it, which is more than can be said for quite a few dogs. Car rides involve a little help at the beginning. Honeybear is nervous about getting in, so her foster picks her up. Once she’s inside, she lies down quietly, makes no fuss, and hasn’t gotten carsick. She simply prefers assisted boarding, after which she is an excellent passenger. Frankly, if someone offered to lift us into the car and handle the driving, we might start requesting the same service. Inside the house, Honeybear is remarkably well mannered. She is potty trained, doesn’t chew things she shouldn’t, and hasn’t shown any other mischievous behavior. Her foster has not heard her bark once. She hasn’t shown any escape artist tendencies, food guarding, or resource guarding. Her foster also hasn’t noticed any particular fears of things like household noises or storms. New situations can make her uncertain, but everyday life does not appear to require a dramatic Honeybear press conference. Honeybear is allowed on the couch, an arrangement she likely considers one of humanity’s better decisions. At night, she sleeps in her dog bed on the floor right beside her people. She can be left alone when needed and has done well free-roaming indoors. She was kenneled once, didn’t like it, and her foster did not try it again. A fenced yard is not a requirement for Honeybear. She does well on leash and would be fine with regular walks. What matters more is a family who understands that she may need a little time to feel comfortable, especially with unfamiliar people or dogs. Give her that patience, include her in your everyday life, and leave room beside you for a girl who loves nothing more than feeling safe with her humans. Honeybear isn’t asking for an elaborate adventure schedule, a collection of advanced toys, or a personal chauffeur with a tiny hat. She wants a home where she can go for a walk, play when the mood strikes, curl up near the people she loves, and trust that she belongs there. In return, you get a gentle, affectionate companion whose sweetness is every bit as real as it looks. If you’ve ever wished you could hug a jar of caramel, Honeybear can spare you the mess and considerable embarrassment. She’ll even hug you back. Give this lovely girl a little time to settle, and you may find that the best part of coming home is seeing her waiting to curl up beside you. To adopt Honeybear, please fill out an adoption application so we can send it to her foster family. The whole application, please. A comment saying “I’ll take her” is lovely enthusiasm, but it gives her foster about as much useful information as a fortune cookie written by a raccoon. If you’re selected, you’ll need to pick Honeybear up in person in Owasso, Oklahoma. She is a very good passenger once helped into the car, but she has yet to master ordering herself an Uber. 👉 Apply to adopt Honeybear: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app 📍Honeybear is being fostered in Owasso, OK. Her adopter must personally pick her up there. We do not transport.