Goldendoodle puppies and dogs in Sapulpa, Oklahoma

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.

Roulette (she calls her Doodle a lot in the post) STOP SCROLLING.....because yes, she's exactly what you think she is✨️ A fluffy Golden Doodle looking for her forever family! Everyone and their mother wants a fluffy doodle, right? Well, here's your chance to actually adopt one! Meet Roulette, or more affectionately known as Doodle. It may be a bit on the nose, but it fits her perfectly. She's just...a doodle. Doodle is soooo easy to love. She's silly, sweet as pie, gentle, incredibly affectionate, and up for literally anything. Whether you want to relax on the couch or spend the day being active outdoors, she's all in. She has that classic doodle personality everyone falls in love with Her story didn't start out easy. She came in as a stray with a litter of puppies and even went through heartworm treatment while raising them. Now she's healthy and ready for the fresh start she deserves Doodle is 2-4 years old, weighs 60 pounds, and is crate, potty, and leash trained. She's wonderful with dogs and kids but would do best without cats or farm animals. She'll be vaccinated, spayed, and microchipped upon adoption Think you're a perfect match for Roulette (Doodle)? Get your application in fast because this sweet girl won't be available for long! Adopters must pick up this Saturday at our adoption event in Broken Arrow, OK🐾

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Archie is a 4 year old male standard golden doodle. He is in your pocket right hand man. He is very energetic and LOVES attention. House trained and loves kids. He would do best in a home with another friendly dog to keep him company do to separation anxiety when left alone. The only fault I have found is he gets destructive when alone and he will kill chickens. These dogs have not had a good go at life and deserve the best. I saved them from a bad situation and would still have them if they didn't kill chickens. My loss if your gain. Please love hard on these babies.

This is Aspen, the absolute sweetest girl you have ever met. She LOVES pets and snuggles along with treats. Aspen is your right hand man and will follow you anywhere. She would be the best companion for anyone of all ages. She is here to please and get pets. You can not have a better dog.