Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Oklahoma

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Hi, I’m Layla—your low-maintenance cuddle consultant with a PhD in Subtle Emotional Manipulation. I exist perfectly in the middle ground between Velcro dog and “I’m fine, do whatever.” I will not demand your attention. I will not paw your face. I will simply release a small, carefully calibrated whine—barely audible—then place my body near yours like a legally binding suggestion. Suddenly I’m at your feet. Or beside you on the couch. Or somehow touching you with exactly one paw. Coincidence? Absolutely not. I adore my people. Deeply. Unreasonably. But I express this by being calm, cozy, and devastatingly good at cuddling. I will melt into you. I’m not clingy. I’m selectively attached. I’m not independent. I’m emotionally secure. I won’t follow you everywhere… but I will always know where you are. Just in case. If you’re looking for a dog who will love you quietly, cuddle you expertly, and guilt-trip you with nothing but a sigh and eye contact—congrats. I’m Layla and I think you need me in your life. I’m a 1–2 year old female Pyr mix who was found wandering near a plant nursery in Stillwater right before a snowstorm, which is not ideal planning on my part, I admit. Luckily, I accidentally chose the nicest humans on earth as my audience. The entire nursery crew fell in love with me immediately (as one does), and several employees took turns making sure I was safe, warm, and appropriately adored. They tried to find my owners but no one ever claimed me, I know, I am just as shocked as you. And if you are not convinced just how amazing I am yet, I present to you example A. The owner of the nursery was one of the people who brought me to rescue and he said, and I quote, “She is the most gentle dog I’ve ever come across, and we are all going to miss her.” So, yep...I am definitely one of those dogs that touches your heart and never leaves.

Hi. I’m Doriane, and if I were a dessert, I’d be the one you reach for when the day has been a lot and you just need something soft, sweet, and deeply reassuring. Think warm vanilla pudding, or that perfectly baked sugar cookie that tastes like childhood and good decisions. Comforting. Familiar. Impossible not to love. Let’s talk about my ears for a moment, because they deserve their own paragraph. They are soft. Like velvet. Like “you did not plan to pet me for this long but here we are” soft. People touch them once and immediately forget what they were doing before. I consider this a personal talent and will be leaning into it heavily. So if you’re looking for a dog who is equal parts elegance, comfort, and subtle Pyr attitude—wrapped up in a smaller, snuggle-approved size—I’m ready. Allow me to introduce my stats, since apparently that matters: I am approximately 1 year old (possibly younger—time is a social construct), a 45–50 lb-ish female Great Pyrenees mix. “Pocket Pyr,” if you will. All the essence of a Pyr, just… fun-sized. Basically, I’m the Great Pyrenees starter pack: manageable size, big heart, lots of potential, and just enough sass to keep things entertaining. I should probably tell you a little about where I came from—because while my life didn’t start out sweet, I’m doing my absolute best to make sure my future is. I came into rescue after being abandoned and landing in a shelter, and I’ll be honest… my time on my own wasn’t very kind to me. Somewhere along the way, humans failed me in ways I didn’t deserve. I was shot with BB guns, and I did have a fracture to my hind left leg—but by the time I was finally safe and seen by a vet, my body had already started doing what it does best: healing. The fracture was mending on its own, and the BBs aren’t causing me any pain or trouble, so no further treatment was needed. I didn’t get an easy beginning—but I’m more than ready for a beautiful, safe, and very loved next chapter. And I think I’d be really good at that part. 💛 Ah yes, my social résumé. I’m glad you asked. I love other dogs. Like… capital L, heart-eyes, immediate best-friends love. If there is a dog, I assume we are friends. If they have not agreed to this yet, I will continue trying until further notice. Murphy, for example? Not my biggest fan. Apparently my enthusiasm is “a lot” and “in his face” and “please respect personal space, ma’am.” Rude. I keep trying anyway, because optimism is a lifestyle. To be fair, he will let me sleep next to him, which I consider progress. Now Penny? Penny gets me. We play a ton. She tolerates it because she’s a saint. HOWEVER—full transparency—I do have a habit of stealing literally whatever Penny has. Toy? Mine. Treat? Ours. Object of unknown origin? Definitely mine now. Sharing is a skill I am still emotionally working toward. Because of this, I’d probably do best with a dog who is easygoing and not a resource guarder, I am not mean about it...I just think that whatever sibling has is the coolest thing ever. I do very well with cats and kittens. I am polite. I am friendly. I have no malicious intent whatsoever. Unfortunately, I am also energetic, enthusiastic, and deeply confused as to why they do not want to be my best friends immediately. Have I been around children? No. But do I feel in my soul that I would love them? Absolutely. Kids seem like smaller humans with excellent energy and questionable coordination, which really speaks to me. That said, I should be honest: I am enthusiastic. When I play, I play with my whole body, my whole heart, and occasionally my mouth. Because of this, I would probably be best with older kids who understand that I’m not trying to knock anyone over—I just forget my own strength and momentum sometimes. Smaller kids might accidentally get bulldozed by love, and nobody wants that paperwork. The good news? Once the zoomies are out and we’ve run approximately seventeen laps around the yard, I transform into a very agreeable cuddle companion. I will absolutely curl up next to you for a nap like nothing ever happened. Meeting new people? Oh, I’m into it. So far, I’ve been pretty social with every human I’ve met, which honestly tracks. I was also described as “pretty social” at the shelter, and I’d just like to say: yes. Obviously. I don’t know why this is shocking information. Am I the kind of dog who assumes strangers are future friends? Yes. Am I correct every time? Probably not. Will that stop me? Absolutely not. My energy level is a 7, which I like to describe as “enthusiastically available". I’m not bouncing off the walls 24/7, but I am also not a decorative throw pillow. I enjoy playtime, zooming around the yard, enthusiastically engaging with my dog friends, and generally being involved in whatever is happening. If there is fun to be had, I would like to be included. That said, once I’ve burned off that energy? I am fully prepared to pivot into professional nap mode. I am not a “let’s just stay home and vibe” kind of girl—at least not at first. I want to explore. I want to see things. I want to know what’s on the other side of the yard, the fence, the street, and probably that suspicious noise over there. Life is meant to be experienced, and I would like a front-row seat. Walks? Yes. Hikes? Say less. Yard romps? Absolutely. New smells, new places, new friends who haven’t met me yet but will? Sign me up. I approach the world with enthusiasm and the strong belief that every outing is going to be the best one so far. Now, after the adventure? I am delighted to come home, collapse dramatically, and become a full-time couch ornament. Exploration first. Cozy recovery second. That’s the system. So yes—adventure-seeker at heart… with a very strong appreciation for coming back home afterward. Overall temperament? I’m a lover, not a fighter—my default setting is happy, affectionate, and fully convinced that everyone and everything is here to be enjoyed. I’d be a great fit for an active person or family who actually wants to include their dog in their life instead of treating me like a decorative rug. I want to go places, do things, and be part of the action. Let’s talk logistics. I currently live in a home with a securely fenced yard, and love zooming around and playing with my canine companions. Could I live in an apartment or a home without a fence? Possibly—if you’re committed to regular leash walks and real engagement. That said, even if you do have a fenced yard, if you think opening the door and letting me exist outside for five minutes counts as exercise, we are going to have philosophical disagreements. Standing in a yard staring at the same grass every day is not enrichment. In summary: a secure yard is lovely, but not required. What is required is a human who understands that I need movement, stimulation, and a little daily adventure to be my best, happiest self. I am kennel trained, although as soon as you come home, I am doing quite the dance and am SO ready to be let out and spend time with you. Yes, I do bark. I am a Great Pyrenees, not a decorative plant. That said, I am selective about it. I bark less than Murphy, who barks at literally everything because that is his chosen lifestyle (very on-brand Pyr behavior). And I also bark less than Penny, who barks because she is happy, excited, and deeply in love with the world. Different motivations. here are a few things you should know about me. Mostly that I am very happy, very sweet, and deeply committed to being loved correctly. I genuinely want to please my humans, which is adorable and also extremely convenient for training. I am highly food motivated, meaning treats are not just rewards—they are currency. Full transparency: I am not a “low effort, low activity” dog. I am the dog for someone who loves the idea of a Great Pyrenees but wants a smaller, more trainable, more active version who actually enjoys doing things. If you want a dog to include in your life—walks, adventures, training, fun—hi. It’s me. If you want a lazy, sleep all day Pyr that offers judgemental stares... sadly I am not the gal for you. If you think you’re emotionally, physically, and spiritually prepared to be adored by a small fluffy creature, then you have great taste and I am already smitten with you. All you have to do is fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app (this is the part where you prove you’re serious about me), so it can be sent to my foster family. They will review it, admire your excellent taste, and then—when the stars align—you’ll come pick me up in Tulsa, OK. Yes, you do the driving. I’ll handle the charm.

I’m Brew — and if I were a feeling, I’d be that first warm sip of coffee on a slow morning, when the world hasn’t asked anything of you yet, and everything feels manageable. I am, by all professional accounts, a giant goober who knows how to bring a smile to your face, intentionally and sometimes unintentionally. I love to play — with dogs, with people, with toys, with invisible friends only I can see. My sense of humor is unmatched. I will trip over my own feet, act surprised about it, and then do it again like it’s a planned bit. I am sweet in that way where I want to be near you, make you laugh, and occasionally lean my entire body against you as if I’ve forgotten how gravity works. I am a 3–4 month old, 24-pound male Pyr mix and proud card-carrying member of the Brew Crew. My siblings and I didn’t exactly get the easiest start. We were found abandoned, and a very kind good Samaritan stepped in when we needed it most. Unfortunately, they couldn’t keep us long-term, so we landed with PPFT, where the goal is simple: help us trade our rough beginning for the happily-ever-after we deserve. Honestly? Huge upgrade. I love other dogs. Like… a lot. I adore my siblings, I adore my foster siblings, and I fully believe every dog I meet is here specifically to be my new best friend. Here’s the thing though — I am a chunky monkey and I have absolutely no awareness of that fact. In my mind, I’m still tiny. Delicate. Practically pocket-sized. I am shockingly fast for a fluffy potato, and yes, it is as cute as you’re imagining. My relationship with cats is currently unknown. What I can tell you is that I’m young, goofy, and still learning how to exist in this world without tripping over my own feet — so if cats are part of your household, slow introductions, supervision, and reasonable expectations will be key. I’ve been around older teenagers, and honestly? Solid reviews. They’re basically tall puppies with better snacks and slightly more self-control. They understood my goober energy, didn’t take my enthusiasm personally, and gave some pretty good pets. Energy level: 8/10 —I have a solid amount of puppy pep and enthusiasm, balanced out by the ability to absolutely crash when I’m done. I play hard, zoom with purpose, and then suddenly decide it’s nap o’clock like I’ve worked a full double shift. If you’re looking for a calm, ornamental dog who politely exists in the background, I regret to inform you that I am not your guy. If you want laughter, movement, lots of joy, and a puppy who lives life at an enthusiastic volume? Hi. It’s me. personally invited me. Adventures are great. 10/10. Would recommend. But let me be very clear — I am also deeply committed to being at home. On the couch. On the floor. On your feet. Somewhere soft, preferably near snacks. After I’ve had my fun, I am more than happy to return to my natural habitat and recharge like a cozy little gremlin. So if you want a dog who’s down for adventures and equally down to cancel plans and stay in… congratulations. I contain multitudes. At my core, I’m just a happy, playful, sweet-natured puppy who wants to have fun and make everyone around me smile. I may not always know where my limbs are, but my intentions are pure and my vibe is excellent. Let’s be honest — I would thrive with a securely fenced yard. I have legs. I have zoomies. I have important business to attend to, like running full speed for no reason and then immediately stopping because I saw a leaf. Just a quick housekeeping note from me, Brew — your future dog and current voice of reason. I am a puppy. A delightful, sweet, floppy-brained, learning-as-I-go puppy. Which means my future family needs to come prepared to do the human side of puppy ownership. This includes puppy-proofing your house, committing to socialization, and putting in the time for training. I need to learn about the world — new people, new dogs, new environments, and how to navigate all of that without immediately throwing myself into every situation like I’ve known it forever. Gentle exposure, patience, and consistency will help me grow into a confident, well-adjusted adult dog who still has my fun personality… just with better manners. Alright, closing statements — please read carefully, preferably while already emotionally attached to me. So here’s what you do next: you fill out the adoption application at rpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app like the responsible adult you are, so it can be sent to my foster family. This is a crucial step. I cannot simply teleport into your home despite how badly you may now want that. Paperwork must occur. Tragic, I know. If selected, you will then pick me up in Norman, OK. I’m Brew. I’m charming. I’m fluffy. I’m ready. Go do the thing. 🍻🐾

Yep, I know. I have the coolest and most adorable face. The one you’re already zooming in on. I know. I use it responsibly. Mostly. I am, by professional and peer review standards, sooo sweet. Like… suspiciously sweet. The kind of sweet that makes you forget what you were doing mid-sentence because I leaned slightly closer and looked at you with my “please love me forever” eyes. They are very effective, so I’ve been told. So if you’re looking for a sweet, soft, quietly affectionate little soul with a face that will emotionally manipulate you into lifelong commitment… congratulations. You found me. I am a 3–4 month old, 22-lb female Pyr mix, which means I’m currently in that awkwardly adorable phase where my paws are a little too big, my body hasn’t caught up yet, and I look like I’m going to grow into something quite majestic. I’m part of the Brew Crew—hence the name. And no, I am not named after a thick slab of meat (rude). I’m named after something far more universally loved and emotionally necessary: roasted coffee. You know… the thing most of you can’t function without. That feels accurate for since here soon you won't be able to live without me either ☕️🐾 My siblings and I didn’t exactly have the coziest start. We were found abandoned, and a very kind human scooped us up and kept us safe — but sometimes love looks like knowing when you can’t keep them. That’s how we landed with PPFT, where the whole goal is getting us to our happily-ever-afters instead of just surviving. Big upgrade. Five stars. Would recommend. Oh, other dogs? I do great, thank you for asking. I am very sweet, but please don’t confuse that with being a pushover. If I need to be a little feisty to hold my own, I absolutely can be. Balance is important. I love to play with other dogs—wrestling, bouncing, and general puppy shenanigans are very much my jam. Cats? I have not personally met one yet. That said, I am a polite young lady who is learning how to take cues from the world around me, so with proper introductions, guidance, and supervision (that part’s on you), there’s every reason to believe I could figure it out. Yes, I have been around teenagers—the tall humans who communicate mostly in sighs and sarcasm. Honestly? We get each other. You should probably know, I’m not the kind of girl who throws herself at strangers like it’s a meet-and-greet. I’m a bit timid at first—very much a watch from afar, collect data, form an opinion type. But once you pass the vibe check? I flip the switch to Sweet Baby Angel. Soft eyes, gentle affection, and suddenly I’m quietly glued to your side like I’ve known you forever. My energy level is a solid 6 out of 10—I enjoy playtime, zoomies happen on occasion, and I’m always down to hang… but I also fully respect naps, lounging, and doing absolutely nothing with purpose. Adventure-seeker or homebody? II’m on the quieter side, not exactly sprinting toward every new experience like it owes me money. New things get a polite pause, a careful stare, and a mental note. I prefer to work my way up to adventures, thank you very much. That said, I absolutely love to wrestle and play—especially with my dog friends—and I’m a big fan of enrichment activities that make me feel smart and accomplished. The ideal outing looks like this: try something new, feel brave about it, then return home immediately for a well-earned nap. Balance. I would thrive best with a securely fenced yard. I enjoy having a safe space to explore, play, wrestle, and occasionally stand around pretending I’m doing very important Pyr business. Could I handle leash walks? Sure. Do I prefer the freedom of a yard where I can build confidence at my own pace without the pressure of the outside world staring at me? Absolutely. A yard is where I can be my best, bravest self… and then go inside for a nap. Important announcement for my future family: I am a puppy, not a preloaded, fully programmed adult dog. This means you will need to handle things like potty training, puppy-proofing your home, socializing me with the world, and continuing my training so I can grow into a confident, well-adjusted, polite large dog instead of just a very cute freeloader with opinions. New experiences may take me a minute, but with patient humans who show me the ropes, I’ll get there. You bring consistency, patience, and guidance; I’ll bring effort, sweetness, and long-term loyalty. Teamwork makes the dream work. So anyway… if you’ve made it this far, congratulations—you already love me and just haven’t admitted it out loud yet. All that’s left for you to do is the easy part: fill out the adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so PPFT can send it over to my foster family and make this official. No pressure. Just a lifetime commitment to a very good girl with excellent vibes. Oh—and you’ll need to pick me up in Norman, OK. I won’t be driving as I kind of don't have a license ;)

Hi, I’m Ladee. I make noises when I sit down, I don’t get up quickly, and every nap I take is both intentional and well-earned. I’ve reached the stage of life where comfort is non-negotiable and soft surfaces are deeply appreciated. I believe a good dog bed should cradle you like it knows your life story, and belly rubs should be given generously and without a timer. I move a little slower these days, not because I can’t hurry, but because I see no reason to. I am wise now. I don’t waste energy on nonsense. I nap strategically. I observe from my spot and offer quiet companionship, the kind that fills a room without demanding attention. I will happily keep you company, lean into you when I need reassurance, and remind you that slowing down isn’t a bad thing — it’s actually pretty great. I don’t need adventures or excitement. I need a home where I can be loved through my golden years, where my pace is respected, my naps are uninterrupted, and my presence is valued. Give me a soft bed, kind hands, and a family who understands that the best kind of love is calm, steady, and real — and I promise I’ll give you my whole heart in return. Hi. I’m Ladee. I’m an 80-pound female Pyr/Shepherd mix… and to be very clear, that’s a very emaciated 80 pounds. I’m also a senior. At the shelter, that’s usually where the story ends for dogs like me. My story was headed toward a back room, a sad ending, and a line on a clipboard that said “euthanized.” You see, older girls like me don’t catch many eyes. We don’t bounce anymore. We don’t sparkle in kennels. We move slower, we sleep more, and we don’t scream “pick me!” the way the younger ones do. People tend to walk past us. They tend to assume we’ve already lived our life. I felt that. I knew it. And after a while… I accepted it. I was tired. I was depressed. I truly believed no one was coming for me. And then something happened that I still don’t fully understand. This rescue saw me. Not a problem. Not a burden. Me. And somehow, a foster family saw me, too. Before I could wrap my head around it, I was being bailed out of doggie jail and driven to a quiet house with soft places to land. A real bed. Gentle voices. Safety. I didn’t know how badly I needed that until I finally had it. When I went to the vet, the truth of my past came out. My body has been carrying years of neglect — heartworms, ehrlichia, intestinal parasites, the start of a respiratory infection I picked up at the shelter, and pain in my back end that suggests arthritis and sore knees that have been hurting for a long, long time. But every day I get better, and this rescue is making sure all the things that once ailed me are getting addressed/taken care of. I waited a long time for someone to see me.. And I’m really hoping this isn’t where people stop reading… Because soon I’ll be ready to be adopted, and more than anything, I would love for a family to be waiting for me because, as it turns out, I still have quite a bit of living to do!