Goldendoodle puppies and dogs in Collinsville, Oklahoma

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If golden retrievers are sunshine and cinnamon rolls are happiness, then Scoobie is what happens when you combine both… and then give it legs and a heartbeat. Hi, I’m Scoobie—professional softie, full-time sweetheart, and part-time expert in making humans question if they’ve ever actually known kindness before meeting me. My personality? Think warm honey drizzled over sunshine with a side of “I just want to love you forever, is that okay?” I’d love to tell you I came into this world like a golden retriever commercial—sunshine, slow motion, tail wagging in a field of wildflowers. However, that is not my story. See, life didn’t exactly start out as a fairy tale for me. I don’t talk about it much, but let’s just say I didn’t grow up knowing the best of humanity or what it meant to be someone’s “spoiled baby.” And when I finally thought things might change… I landed in a shelter and almost never left. Four months. Four months of watching other dogs get chosen. Four months of hearing kennel doors open… just not mine. Do you know what that feels like? To keep wondering if you’re doing something wrong… if maybe you’re just… not the one anyone is looking for? Especially when you’re told you’re the kind of dog people usually line up for. Turns out, even “designer” doesn’t guarantee you a happy ending. But here’s the thing about me—I didn’t give up. I’m still here. Still sweet. Still trying. And now that I am safe in rescue, I’m learning that the world might not be so scary after all. That hands can be kind. That being part of a family isn’t just something I watch happen for other dogs. I’m figuring out how to be a dog now—how to relax, how to trust, how to exist without always waiting for the other shoe to drop. There are still new things I’m getting used to. Grooming? Let’s just say… not my personal favorite activity (but hey, I was pretty matted, so I get it). Learning routines, learning comfort, learning that I don’t always have to be on guard… it’s all a work in progress. But if you’re looking for a dog who will love you with his whole heart once he knows he’s safe… If you’re the kind of person who understands that the quiet ones often have the deepest love to give… I might just be your guy. On paper? I’m basically the dog version of a sold-out luxury item. One-year-old? ✔️ 35 pounds of perfectly portable fluff? ✔️ Goldendoodle? ✔️ (yes, that word people put on waitlists for) Adorable muppet face that looks like I was hand-sketched by Disney? ✔️ But here’s the part they don’t always put in the doodle brochure…Not all of us start out as someone’s spoiled, well-socialized dream dog. Some of us had to figure life out the hard way first. So while I’ve got all the “desirable” traits on paper, what I really bring to the table is something a little different—a soft heart that’s learning how to trust, a gentle soul that just wants to belong, and a quiet kind of love that grows deeper the safer I feel. When it comes to other dogs, I’d like to formally announce that I am an excellent coworker. Take my friend Rosie, for example. We have a very professional relationship where we… chase each other at full speed, wrestle like it’s an Olympic sport, and then immediately pass out like we just worked a double shift. I’m not here to start drama. I’m not here to be the boss. I’m not scheduling meetings or filing complaints. I’m just here for good vibes, respectful play, and maybe a shared nap afterward. I’m pretty good at reading the room (and the dog). If they want to play, I’m in. If they want space, I’m like “totally fair, I will simply exist over here and mind my business.” So if your current dog is looking for a fun, easygoing friend who won’t steal their job or their identity… I’m your guy. When it comes to cats… I would like to say I am a respectful investigator. Like yes, I’m curious. Very curious. You’re small, you move mysteriously, and you act like you pay the mortgage—of course I have questions. BUT. I am also a gentleman who understands boundaries… especially when my human uses the magical phrase “leave it.” Apparently that means, “Scoobie, stop your investigative journalism immediately,” and I’m like, “understood, shutting it down.” So while I may observe, sniff, and occasionally consider writing a full documentary titled “What Even Is a Cat?”… I do listen, I redirect well, and I’m learning. When it comes to kids, I’ve been spending time with the teenage crowd (13 and 16), and honestly… I think I nailed the assignment. I’m gentle, affectionate, and fully committed to the art of the cuddle. No chaos, no nonsense—just me casually leaning in like, “Hi yes, I live here now, please continue petting.” That said… the tiny human tornado phase? Probably not my speed. I can startle easily with quick movements or loud, unpredictable energy, so I’d do best in a home with older, more respectful kiddos who understand that sometimes I just need a minute to process the world. Energy level? Oh, I’m sitting at a solid 8/10—which means I’m the perfect mix of “let’s go do something fun” and “wow, that was great, I will now nap like it was my full-time job.” As for car rides—I’m happy to hop in like a pro. No lifting required, I’ve got legs and I know how to use them. Once I’m in, I do just fine… however… let’s just say I believe in keeping my options open. Doors open? Windows down? I might consider a surprise “field trip.” So basically: I ride well, I load myself, I just need a secure setup so I don’t audition for “Fast & Furious: Scoobie Edition.” At least in the beginning, when I am still learning that I don't have to live my life in flight mode anymore. Am I an adventure dog? Eventually, sure. Right now? I’m more of a “let’s not emotionally spiral today” kind of guy. I’ve been through some things, okay? So while I do have that fun, playful side, what I really need first is something a lot less glamorous than mountain hikes and brewery patios… Stability. Routine. A home where I can finally exhale and realize I don’t have to be on edge anymore. Right now, I do best when life is a little predictable. A safe space, familiar people, a rhythm I can learn and trust—that’s how I start to relax and let my personality really shine. Once I feel secure? Oh, we can absolutely start adding in new adventures, little by little. Alright, let’s talk about my lifestyle requirements. First things first—I am not an “apartment with a quick leash walk” kind of guy right now. I need a securely fenced yard… and even then, I would like to politely inform you that I come equipped with advanced landscaping skills if left unattended. All I have ever done in my previous life is run, so until I know I am home security and supervision are key with me. Crates? Hard pass. I spent months in one before, and I’d really prefer not to revisit that chapter. The good news? I’ve been free-roaming for short periods and doing great—no redecorating projects or destruction, just me existing like a respectable member of society. I do enjoy the finer things in life, like couches and beds (specifically yours). I sleep in bed like the sweet, slightly oversized stuffed animal that I am. I’ll bark if other dogs start something through the fence—because I believe in standing up for myself—but I’m not out here yelling into the void for no reason. I need regular grooming. It is not optional. I am a doodle. This is part of the contract. HOWEVER… I currently feel very strongly that groomers are suspicious individuals with questionable intentions. We’re going to need a patient, experienced groomer and an adopter willing to work through that with me over time.. Am I perfect...no. But I’ve also got a whole lot of sweetness, a desire to learn, and a heart that’s trying really hard to trust the world again. If you’re someone who sees potential, not perfection…and you’re ready to help me become the dog I was always meant to be—I promise, I’m worth it. So here’s the deal… If you’re looking for a perfectly polished, fully trained, zero-quirks robot dog—respectfully, keep scrolling. BUT if you want a ridiculously sweet, snuggly, muppet-faced best friend who will love you with his whole entire heart once he knows he’s safe… hi, it’s me. I’m your guy. And honestly? Watching me learn, grow, and realize life is actually good now… that’s the kind of thing that sticks with you. Now for the part where you prove you’re serious: Don’t just sit there thinking, “wow, what a cute, emotionally complex little man.” Be brave. Be bold. Be the main character. Fill out the adoption app so my people can send it over to my foster family for approval (yes, I do have standards now, thank you very much). 👉 https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app And when you get approved? Congratulations—you now have a very important appointment in Tulsa, OK to come pick up your new slightly dramatic, very lovable, pillow-sharing soulmate. I’ll be here… practicing my snuggles and pretending I don’t hear you open a bag of snacks without me.

📖 Welcome to The Gulliver Guide to Being a Giant Goofball. 📍 Pickup Location: Tulsa, Oklahoma -Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Rule #1: Personal space is a myth. If you're sitting down, congratulations—you've just become Gulliver's favorite piece of furniture. Rule #2: Size is merely a suggestion. Sure, he may be built like he could wrestle a small bear, but in his mind he's roughly the size of a stuffed animal and should absolutely fit in your lap. Physics disagrees. Gulliver does not. Rule #3: Every day is the best day ever. Whether he's zooming around with his signature brand of wonderfully uncoordinated enthusiasm, accidentally tripping over his own giant feet, or shamelessly demanding your full, undivided attention, Gulliver approaches life with the kind of joy most of us wish came bottled. He's energetic, goofy, lovable, delightfully klutzy, and completely unaware of just how much dog he actually is. If you're looking for a perfectly polished gentleman...keep scrolling. If you're looking for a giant-hearted, wonderfully quirky best friend who will make you laugh daily and convince you that all attention should rightfully belong to him, congratulations—you've just found Gulliver. As every great explorer has an origin story, Gulliver's begins a little differently than most. This 7-month-old, 61-pound Goldendoodle/Anatolian Shepherd mix found himself searching for a new adventure after his family was moving and couldn't take him along. While that chapter wasn't the ending anyone hoped for, it did open the door for the one where he finally finds the forever crew he was always meant to have. Of course, no expedition is complete without meeting the locals...and Gulliver has some very strong opinions about his fellow travelers. Other dogs? Absolutely! In fact, he'd really appreciate one that enjoys marathon play sessions because Gulliver firmly believes "I'm done playing" is simply a suggestion. If his foster sister decides she's had enough, he'll politely (read: loudly) file an appeal by barking until she reconsiders. If she happens to possess the bone he suddenly realizes he's always wanted? Well...he'll launch a full negotiation campaign until she caves. Thankfully, his methods involve persistence rather than any actual drama. There's no aggression, no resource guarding—just an oversized teenage puppy with approximately zero understanding of the phrase "take a hint." A canine sibling with patience, a sense of humor, or an equally questionable grasp of boundaries would fit right in. Now...the Expedition Committee has officially ruled that small animals are not suitable travel companions. Cats? Hard pass. Any creature that's bite-sized enough to activate his "MUST INVESTIGATE IMMEDIATELY" instincts should probably book a different adventure altogether. When it comes to tiny humans, Gulliver is convinced they were invented specifically to throw tennis balls, play fetch, and shower him with attention. He absolutely adores his foster family's kids and was especially smitten with their 11-year-old son from day one. He's the kind of goofy best friend who will happily spend hours playing outside, and even the kids can walk him on a leash. That said, Gulliver occasionally forgets he's no longer a tiny puppy and can get a little carried away with his enthusiasm. He's all heart, very little personal awareness, so we'd recommend a crew with kids around 7 or 8 years old and up who won't be accidentally flattened by an overexcited "I LOVE YOU!" body slam. As for strangers, every good explorer knows not to trust mysterious newcomers immediately. Gulliver takes his neighborhood security patrol duties very seriously and will announce visitors with his impressively deep bark until he's had a chance to assess the situation. Give him a few minutes (or let him watch his foster sister decide you're acceptable), and suddenly yesterday's suspicious stranger becomes today's newest best friend. He's naturally curious, a little cautious, and surprisingly thoughtful once he realizes you're not actually a pirate trying to invade his kingdom. As the expedition continues, you'll quickly discover that Gulliver's preferred mode of transportation is...full speed ahead. His energy level clocks in somewhere around a 9 out of 10, which is both impressive and mildly concerning for anyone who values sitting still. His foster family takes him on two 1.5-mile walks every single day, and Gulliver's response is essentially, "That was a lovely warm-up. What's next?" If marathon hiking had a mascot, he'd be submitting his résumé immediately. Fortunately, he's a surprisingly respectable traveling companion. He rides quietly in the back seat, only requesting a small boost to climb aboard because apparently launching 61 pounds into an SUV is where he finally draws the line. On walks, he's quite the gentleman for a teenager. Sure, he occasionally zigzags like he's following an invisible treasure map only he can see, but he rarely pulls and genuinely enjoys exploring. Every now and then he'll locate the world's shadiest patch of grass, dramatically flop down for a thirty-second "expedition break," then pop back up as if absolutely nothing happened. Hydration, shade, and a quick recharge—he's basically an experienced outdoor guide. Truthfully, Gulliver isn't choosing between being an adventurer or a homebody because he'd like to be both. Take him hiking? Fantastic. Spend the afternoon exploring new trails? Even better. Stay home after all that so he can sprawl beside you and collect the attention he firmly believes he's earned? Now we're talking. As long as his favorite humans are nearby, he's convinced he's exactly where he's supposed to be. He's refreshingly free of the usual pirate mutinies, too. Food? Shareable. Toys? No guarding. Bones? He'd certainly like yours if another dog has it, but he'll campaign with persistence rather than conflict. Thunderstorms? Meh. Vacuums? Whatever. Strange noises? Hardly worth filing an incident report. It takes quite a bit to rattle this happy-go-lucky explorer. Water, however, remains...a complicated relationship. Every shower begins with Gulliver confidently announcing, "I'd like to participate in this adventure!" followed immediately by, "Actually...I've made a terrible mistake." He'll admire the idea of getting wet far more than the reality of it. Rolling around in freshly soaked grass, though? Five-star experience. And if he can scoop up half his water bowl in his delightfully scruffy beard and redecorate your floors one drip at a time, he'll consider that an added bonus. When he's not inventing indoor water features, you'll usually find him with a toy in his mouth, enthusiastically chasing a tennis ball, or convincing someone to throw it "just one more time." (For the record, "one more time" is approximately 437 throws.) Because of all that joyful chaos, Gulliver would be happiest with a securely fenced yard where he can burn off some of that endless puppy enthusiasm between walks. Those daily adventures are wonderful, but nothing quite compares to sprinting giant laps around the yard like he's discovering a brand-new continent...for the third time that afternoon. By now, you've probably realized that every great expedition needs a dependable first mate, and Gulliver takes that role very seriously...provided the job description includes being directly involved in absolutely everything you're doing. He's an eager student who already knows commands like sit and kennel, and he catches on quickly because, at his core, he genuinely wants to make his people happy. Tell him what you're looking for, and you'll practically see the gears turning as he tries to earn an "Attaboy." It's hard not to root for a kid who's trying that hard. Thankfully, this explorer has also mastered one of life's most important survival skills: bathroom etiquette. He's fully potty trained, so you won't be embarking on any surprise indoor archaeological digs. When his crew heads off on their own adventures, Gulliver hangs out in the master bathroom, which has become his personal captain's quarters. Despite being a world-class collector of "borrowed treasures," he's surprisingly respectful with his finds. Kids' stuffed animals? Fair game. Socks? Absolutely worth confiscating. Random household items left within reach? They may briefly join his traveling collection. The important part is that he's a curator, not a destroyer. He simply likes carrying his prizes around as if he's returning from a successful expedition. Nothing gets shredded. Nothing gets demolished. Even though he has plenty of his own toys, apparently someone else's stuffed dinosaur just has...better character. As for security, Gulliver has happily appointed himself Head of Neighborhood Relations. If a stranger walks by the house or someone comes to the door, he'll enthusiastically announce their arrival with a bark that sounds much bigger than his age suggests. At the end of every adventure, though, it all comes back to one simple truth: Gulliver doesn't actually care where the journey takes him. He just wants to be wherever his people are. Whether you're folding laundry, making dinner, working from home, heading out for a walk, or simply existing in the same room, he'll happily volunteer as your enthusiastic assistant. He may not be particularly qualified for the position, but his attendance record is flawless, his optimism is contagious, and he'll love you with every oversized, goofy ounce of himself. If you think your home might be the final destination on Gulliver's map, you'll need to fill out an adoption application. Why? Because contrary to popular belief, we don't determine adoptions with a game of eeny, meeny, miny, moe, a wrestling match, or by seeing who comments "MINE!" the fastest. Your application lets us send it to Gulliver's foster family, who knows him best and will help us find the family that's the perfect lifelong adventure partner for this wonderfully goofy explorer. 📍 Pickup Location: Tulsa, Oklahoma 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app And before anyone asks...no, Gulliver will not be delivered by Amazon Prime, DoorDash, FedEx, UPS, carrier pigeon, hot air balloon, or his own giant puppy legs. His approved adopter will need to come pick him up in Tulsa. Trust us—he's absolutely worth the trip.

Scooter's Unofficial Owner's Handbook 📍 Pickup Location: Norman, Oklahoma Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app (Congratulations! Whether you planned for it or not, you've been chosen by a 75-pound toddler with absolutely no concept of personal space.) Welcome to life with Scooter—a dog who appears to have been assembled entirely out of happiness, enthusiasm, and approximately three functioning brain cells that spend most of their time chasing each other. On paper, he's a giant dog. In reality? He's just a tiny puppy that never "grew up." Scooter approaches every single day like someone yelled, "IT'S THE BEST DAY EVER!" and he believed them with his entire fluffy heart. He has the energy of a kid who just ate an entire bag of Halloween candy, the coordination of a baby giraffe on roller skates, and absolutely no awareness that he weighs...well...a lot. He's equal parts lovable goofball and oversized cuddle bug. His mission in life is simple: Make friends. Get attention. Receive belly rubs. The best part? Underneath all that wonderfully goofy energy is a genuinely sweet boy who just wants to make his people happy. He tries so hard to do the right thing, even if his excitement occasionally gets there first. If you've ever thought, "I really want a dog with personality," congratulations...your search may officially be over. At just 15 months old, this 75-pound Goldendoodle has already learned that life doesn't always go according to plan. He was originally abandoned before a kindhearted Good Samaritan stepped in to keep him safe. Unfortunately, sometimes having a big heart doesn't magically create extra space, time, or the ability to house an oversized walking stuffed animal, so they reached out to us to help him find the forever family he truly deserves. Yet, he refuses to let his past define him. Instead, he's focused on the important things in life—making friends, collecting pets from every human within reach, zooming around like he's powered by espresso, and convincing everyone that yes, he absolutely belongs in your lap despite weighing roughly the same as a small refrigerator. Scooter may not have gotten the beginning he deserved, but we're determined to make sure the next chapter is the one where he finally gets his happily ever after. Scooter firmly believes life is better when it includes another dog to wrestle, chase, or convince to participate in a game that absolutely did not exist five seconds ago. If there's another canine nearby, chances are he's already halfway through inviting them to a full-contact wrestling match complete with dramatic zoomies and toy theft. His foster reports that he's especially gentle with little Lolah, happily allowing her to climb all over him without so much as filing a formal complaint. It's equal parts adorable and proof that beneath all that lovable silliness is a really sweet guy. As for cats? The committee regrets to inform you that Scooter has not yet submitted his feline compatibility report, so that chapter remains unwritten with us, but the last home he was in reports he did well with them. He's spent time around teenagers and has done well with them, though given Scooter's enthusiasm and complete inability to comprehend that he's 75 pounds instead of 7, we'd recommend any tiny humans in his future family be sturdy enough to withstand the occasional accidental "love bump" from an oversized puppy who's simply too excited to contain himself. New people are a bit different. Scooter isn't the kind of dog who's going to throw himself into the arms of every stranger he meets. He prefers to take a moment, size you up, and decide whether you're worthy of joining his fan club. Once you've passed the inspection, though, you're rewarded with the goofy, affectionate, attention-seeking giant puppy we've been bragging about this entire handbook. It's less "stranger danger" and more "please allow 30–60 seconds for software initialization." Before operating Scooter, please note that he comes standard with an Energy Level: 10/10. This is not a defect. It is simply how the factory shipped him. If there are adventures to be had, trails to explore, people to meet, or absolutely nothing happening...he's still ready. This is not a couch potato. This is a dog who believes the phrase "Let's go!" should be treated as a legally binding contract. Fortunately, he's actually a fantastic walking partner. In fact, if you're taking too long getting everyone ready, Scooter will politely remind you that you've clearly forgotten something...by picking up his own leash and carrying it to the door. "Human. We've discussed this. The walk was supposed to start three minutes ago." Car rides are equally entertaining. See, Scooter has mastered the first half of entering a vehicle. Front paws? Nailed it. Back legs? Suddenly they're optional. He'll confidently place his front feet inside the car and then look at you as if his rear half has mysteriously disconnected from his nervous system. It's less "I can't" and more "I'd really appreciate it if someone else handled the remaining 50%." Once you're actually moving, though? He's perfectly happy and ready for the next adventure. Toys are one of his greatest passions. He loves chasing them, pouncing on them, and proudly carrying them around...returning them, however, is beneath his pay grade. Fetch, in Scooter's mind, is a solo activity. You throw it. He retrieves it. Then something infinitely more fascinating appears—a butterfly, another dog, a suspicious leaf, or perhaps the concept of air itself—and the original mission is immediately abandoned. His attention span has all the commitment of a toddler in a toy store. Scooter He genuinely wants to be the goodest boy. He really does. Unfortunately, his enthusiasm regularly outruns his common sense. He forgets he's enormous, occasionally hands out enthusiastic puppy nibbles that feel significantly less adorable at 75 pounds, and barrels through life with the confidence of someone who's absolutely certain every idea he has is brilliant. Now that you've made it this far, it's time for the fine print. (Don't worry—it's way more entertaining than the terms and conditions you clicked "Accept" on without reading.) First things first: Scooter comes with factory-installed Zoomies. They cannot be removed, disabled, or updated with a software patch. Because of this, a securely fenced yard is pretty much a requirement. Sure, he enjoys walks (and will happily remind you when it's time), but this oversized puppy needs room to sprint, ricochet, and burn off energy. He's been wonderfully reliable with house training by following the lead of the other dogs and hasn't had accidents indoors, although he hasn't quite mastered letting his humans know when it's potty time. When he needs a little quiet time, Scooter settles nicely into a crate with a big chew bone and happily entertains himself. In fact, until those puppy manners catch up with his giant body, we'd recommend using a crate or another safe space whenever you're away. Once you have had a day of fun and silliness, Scooter transforms back into the sweet boy he's always been. You'll usually find him stretched across the living room floor or curled up on the couch, perfectly content to soak up affection and snuggle with his people like the oversized teddy bear he secretly is. One final note from the handbook: because Scooter is still very much a puppy in a giant body—and those puppy nips and enthusiastic greetings come with considerably more horsepower than they did at 20 pounds—he'd likely do best in a home without very young children. What he really needs is a patient family willing to invest the time, consistency, and training he never got as a younger pup. Because here's the thing about Scooter... Nobody ever taught him how to be a polite gentleman. But every single day, he shows you just how badly he wants to learn. He's not looking for perfection. He's looking for someone willing to laugh, teach, and love him anyway. We have a feeling that's going to be the best chapter of his story yet. If you've made it this far without deciding Scooter is either your soulmate or your future comedic relief, we honestly don't know what else to tell you. Yes, he's a giant puppy with the attention span of a chipmunk that just discovered espresso. But he's also ridiculously sweet, endlessly entertaining, eager to love, eager to learn, and the kind of dog who will make you laugh every single day. Beneath all the doodle gobberness is a heart of gold attached to a giant, goofy boy who just wants someone to finally give him the guidance—and love—he's been missing. So...if you've read this entire handbook and somehow thought, "You know what? I can absolutely handle this lovable disaster," then congratulations—you might just be Scooter's people. How to Unlock Scooter: Step 1: Fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it over to Scooter's foster family for review. Step 2: Resist the urge to repeatedly refresh your email every 37 seconds. (We know. It's hard.) Step 3: If you're selected, you'll need to come pick up this 75-pound tornado of happiness in Norman, Oklahoma. No, Scooter cannot be shipped via Amazon Prime, DoorDash, FedEx, UPS, Uber Pet, carrier pigeon, or launched to your house by giant slingshot. We checked. Apparently "Oversized Goofy Doodle" isn't an approved shipping category.

We got Molly when she was 8 weeks old from a groomer in Colorado. She's a happy, energetic Golden doodle. Her favorite things to do are playing with her brother and fetcing the ball. She loves going on rides in the car and sticking her face out of the window, we have traveled extensively with both the dogs and they love it. She's up to date on vaccinations and have no health issues. She weighs 60 pounds. My husband and I just retired and are moving closer to our kids , but we also want to travel outside the country that's why we need to rehome them. They will need to be adopted together as they love each other so much.

Shadow is a black Golden doodle, he's very gentle and well behaved. He's up to date on vaccinations and has no health issues. He's favorite things are catching a ball and cuddle up with you. He weighs 80 pounds. He loves his sister, Molly, even when she bussing him around, they are inseparable. Does really well in long car rides. He's basically a big puffy love ball. He needs to be adopted with his sister and we are not asking for a rehoming fee. We have enjoyed them both so much, but it's time for us to start traveling outside the country.