Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Oklahoma

Sabrina Carpenter. No, I may not be a famous singer. But I am gorgeous, and I do specialize in soft eye contact and emotional support staring. You’re welcome. Let’s just clear something up right away: I am not here for drama. I am not here for chaos. I am here for gentle vibes, cozy naps, and a human who understands that I am, in fact, a delicate flower in a slightly furry package. I am what the professionals call a “sweet, gentle, sensitive soul.” Instead of touring the world, I was touring… a shelter kennel. For six months. Six. Whole. Months. Since the beginning of August. Behind bars. Watching other dogs come and go. Listening to the echo of barking. Trying to convince myself that maybe tomorrow would be my day. Do you know what that does to a girl? Before that? I was probably a country girl. No real home. Just roaming the countryside like some independent farm-chic heroine in a coming-of-age film. Except instead of a soundtrack and a happy ending, I mostly got “shoo!” and “go on!” and a lot of dust in my fur. So, yes, you could say that I’m figuring out how to be part of a family. I’m a sensitive soul under all this fluff. I notice tones. I read body language. I think before I leap. I’m not the kind of girl who crashes into your life like a wrecking ball. I sort of… tiptoe in. Sit nearby. Watch. Then slowly decide, “Okay. I think I’ll love you now.” But I’m learning. Every day I’m trying. I don’t need perfection. I need patience. I need someone who understands that half a year in a kennel and a lifetime of being “the stray” doesn’t just disappear overnight. I am a 1.5-year-old, 73-pound female Pyr/Poodle mix, which means I am equal parts majestic mountain guardian and emotionally complex curly-haired intellectual. With other dogs, I’m what you might call the cool, aloof type. I don’t immediately join every group chat. I don’t attend every backyard wrestling match. I don’t throw myself into chaotic zoomie festivals with strangers like some kind of social butterfly with no standards. I observe. I assess. Once I decide I like another dog, I’m playful, appropriate, and actually pretty fun. I just don’t believe in forced friendships. Chemistry matters. So yes — I get along with other dogs. But I’m not here for nonsense. How do I do with cats? I don’t bother them. They exist. I exist. We coexist. I’m not chasing them, interrogating them, or trying to insert myself into their mysterious little feline business meetings. They can keep their high shelves and judgmental stares. I’ll keep my snacks and my dignity. Have I been around kids? Let's see, there is Sam. Sixteen years old. Lovely human, I’m sure. But she is… tall. And teenage. And moves like someone who has never had to survive on her own in the wild and then half a year in a shelter contemplating life. Was I a little unsure? Yes. Did I file her under “large unpredictable creature”? Also yes. Now at the vet’s office, a small girl approached me. Tiny. Calm. Gentle hands. Soft energy. And I said, “Alright. You may pet the fluff.” And I allowed it. But here’s the difference: A calm kid walking up to me for 30 seconds in public? Manageable. I can rally. I can be brave. I can say, “Yes, tiny human, you may admire the fluff.” Living with a child 24/7? Entirely different plotline. That means constant movement. Noise. Friends coming over. Doors opening. Sudden hallway appearances. The possibility of being emotionally overwhelmed in my own home — which is supposed to be my safe space. And after half a year in a shelter and a lifetime of figuring things out on my own? I take my safe space very seriously. So while I can politely handle respectful children in short, calm public encounters, I would truly thrive in an adult-only home or a very quiet household where I don’t have to be “on” all the time. Given my sensitive, thoughtful, “let me process this first” personality, I would be happiest in a home without kids. Energy level? Oh. We are sitting at a solid 4. I enjoy a nice stroll. A little backyard exploration. A refined game of chase with a vetted member of my inner circle. But after that? I would very much like to lie down and reflect on my day. Marathon fetch sessions in 98-degree weather? That sounds like something a Labrador would sign up for. I support them from a shaded area. I’m 73 pounds of fluff with a thoughtful heart and a moderate battery life. I don’t need constant stimulation. I need quality interaction. A walk, some sniffing, a little enrichment, and then I’m perfectly content to exist near you while you do your human things. If your dream dog is one who runs 12 miles before breakfast, we are not aligned. If your dream dog is one who enjoys a reasonable amount of activity followed by world-class lounging and soulful eye contact..I am your girl. Adventure-seeker or homebody? Homebody. Without hesitation. Listen… I have done the roaming thing. I have done the “out in the elements” era. I have done the “who knows where I’m sleeping tonight” storyline. These days? I prefer climate control. A consistent couch. The same four walls. A yard I recognize. A routine I can set my emotional clock by. Could I go on an outing? Sure. I do quite well out in public settings but do I want to live a life of always being on the move....that would be a no. Now, I kind of like car rides. I jump right in. Once I’m in, I settle. I observe. I take in the scenery like the thoughtful passenger princess that I am. So if you’re worried I’ll need to be hoisted like a reluctant sack of potatoes? Incorrect. I load myself. Because I am independent. But in a dignified way. Ah yes. Let’s discuss my personality — layered, nuanced, slightly dramatic, but ultimately very soft. With people, I’m a little unsure at first. I watch. I process. I keep a respectful distance while I gather data. But here’s the important part: You can see it in my eyes — I want the love. I want the pets. I want to lean into your hand and exhale like, “Okay… maybe this is safe.” I just need a minute. I’m a sweet, gentle, sensitive soul. The kind that bonds deeply once I know you’re steady. Once I trust you, I soften in the most beautiful way. I’ll come closer. I’ll rest near you. I’ll quietly choose you. I’m not the dog who crashes into your lap on day one. I’m the dog who earns her trust — and then gives you her whole heart. Would I thrive best with a securely fenced yard, or would I do well in an apartment with “regular leash walks”? Let’s not overcomplicate this. Yes. I need a fenced yard. I am a former country girl who has already done the “wander the countryside and hope for the best” phase. We are not revisiting that storyline. A fenced yard means safety. Predictability. The ability to step outside, sniff the air dramatically, and handle my business without feeling like I’m auditioning for another season of “Lost & Alone.” Could I technically be leash-walked multiple times a day in an apartment setting? Maybe. But remember — I’m a sensitive, thoughtful homebody who likes routine and controlled environments. A fenced yard gives me space to decompress without extra pressure. Do I know any commands? First of all, I prefer the term “life skills.” Yes. I know sit. Because I am a lady. And I know paw. Which is essentially me offering you my hand in a formal introduction. Very refined. Very dignified. Very “nice to meet you, please admire the fluff.” So yes, I know sit. I know paw. And I absolutely have the capacity to learn more. Just remember: I respond best to kindness, patience, and the understanding that I am choosing to cooperate with you. Am I potty trained? Yes. Because I am a civilized woman. Have I been kenneled? Also yes. And I am, as stated, a model citizen in it. Do I prefer being out with my people? Obviously. I did not wait half a year in a shelter to voluntarily choose isolation. But if a kennel is part of the routine, I handle it like a mature adult. Do I chew on things I shouldn’t? Excuse me? No. I am 1.5 years old. I am 73 pounds. I have survived rural independence and six months in a shelter. I am not out here gnawing on baseboards like a teething goblin. I have dignity. Do I bark? Yes. But I am not out here hosting a TED Talk every time a leaf moves. I am what you would call the strong, silent type. I speak when necessary. When there is an actual reason. When something requires commentary. And now… the part where I pretend I’m not deeply invested in you choosing me. If you want a soulful, sensitive, homebody queen who will sit politely, offer her paw like a Victorian lady, and guard your peace with quiet loyalty? I am her. Now, if you want to adopt me you need to fill out an adoption application. Yes. Paperwork. I know. Apparently they don’t just hand over 73 pounds of emotionally complex fluff to anyone who says, “Aww.” Once you apply, the rescue will send your app to my foster family — because they know me best and want to make sure its the Pyrfect fit for everyone involved. And when you are approved? You will need to pick me up in Hutchinson, KS. Fill out the app at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Come get me, your future soul dog and the one that people won't be able to stop talking about much like my namesake.

Hello. It is I. Olympus. Yes, like the mountain. Majestic. Mysterious. Slightly intimidating from a distance. And much like an actual mountain, I prefer to be admired quietly… preferably while I am lying down. I warm up at my own pace. I like to observe first. Gather intel. Make sure you’re not unhinged. Once I determine you are safe and worthy? Congratulations. You have unlocked Premium Olympus. That means quiet companionship, soft eyes, gentle affection, and a loyal presence who would very much prefer you don’t make things weird. Oh good. You’re still here. Staring at my face. I assume that means you’ve already accepted that I am going to be your new bestest boy. I came into rescue with two of my siblings after we found ourselves out there trying to survive with our mama, Sierra. Just babies. Just… existing. Wondering why the world felt so big and we felt so small. Three of our siblings disappeared one day, and we didn’t know what happened to them. Turns out, they had been separated and ended up in a shelter. And then Pyr Paws N Fluffy Tails Rescue swooped in and took them. Shortly after, somehow we landed on PPFT’s radar too. And instead of saying, “Well that’s complicated,” they said, “Load them up.” And just like that, our whole family got a second chance. But enough about my dramatic origin story. Because you’re not here for a documentary. You’re here because you saw my face. And you’re absolutely falling in love right now, correct? ;) Oh yes. My social résumé. Let’s discuss. How do I get along with other dogs? First of all, I am polite. I am not a heathen. I will absolutely engage in a little play session. A tasteful romp. A brief flurry of zoomies to remind everyone that I am, in fact, a puppy. I can bounce. I can pounce. I can participate. And then… I retire. You’ll find me off to the side like a small, fluffy life coach. So if you have another dog? Great. I’ll hang. I’ll mingle. I’ll participate just enough to keep things fun. But if you’re expecting me to be a non-stop play machine? Please refer back to my earlier statement about balance. Ah yes. Cats. Have I met one? No. Given my personality — shy, thoughtful, more “observe first” than “launch myself recklessly” — I would likely approach a cat the way I approach most things in life: cautiously, respectfully, and then probably sit down and watch. I have been around children ages 3 and 5. Small. Loud. Slightly unpredictable. Sticky, occasionally. And guess what? I do just fine around kids. I am polite. I am gentle. I am not out here knocking over preschoolers like bowling pins. I simply exist calmly in their presence like the mature gentleman I am. But let’s be clear about something. While the children are lovely… I have chosen my person. In my foster home, I prefer to quietly follow my foster around like a soft, slightly oversized shadow. I will position myself nearby. Not on top of. Not demanding attention. Just… present. Observing. Supervising. Being emotionally supportive in a fluffy capacity. The kids can play. They can giggle. They can do whatever it is 3- and 5-year-olds do. I will be over here thinking, “Yes. This is fine. But where is my chosen human?” Energy Level: 3. I have spurts. I will play. I will bounce briefly. I will participate in a tasteful amount of puppy shenanigans so no one forgets I am, in fact, ten weeks old. I am not here to run a marathon. I am here to curate an atmosphere. I enjoy companionship. I enjoy gentle play. I enjoy existing near my person. But I also deeply believe that rest is essential for growth. And I plan to grow. A lot. Adventure-seeker? I am a homebody. A comfort enthusiast. Do I need to summit mountains? No. I am Olympus. I don’t need to climb myself. I enjoy the comfort of my own bed. The familiar smells. The predictable layout. The knowledge that no one is going to suddenly ask me to “try something new.” If you’re looking for a dog who needs constant stimulation and weekend road trips to feel fulfilled? That’s adorable. But that’s not me. I am a comfort-first kind of guy. Overall temperament? Picture a soft-spoken philosopher in a fluffy puppy body. At my core, I am a “go with the flow” individual. And the flow? It is usually headed directly toward a nap. I am shy. Reserved. Thoughtful. The kind of guy who walks into a room and immediately assesses the energy before committing to anything dramatic. Let’s talk about what you will need to be prepared for. Because I am ten weeks old. A literal infant. A small, fluffy child who was recently surviving in the wild with my mama. I did not arrive with a résumé, a 401k, or a fully polished obedience certificate. So yes. My new family will need to potty train me. You will also need to puppy-proof your home. If something valuable is within reach of a curious baby creature, that feels like a design oversight. Socialization? Also your department. I am shy and reserved. That means I need kind, patient humans who introduce me to the world properly. New people. New environments. New experiences. Slowly. Positively. Not by tossing me into chaos and hoping for the best. Training? Again. You. I am intelligent. I am observant. I am capable. But someone has to show me what you want. I cannot absorb expectations through telepathy. The good news? I am low-key. I am thoughtful. I am not out here trying to overthrow the household. I just need a steady, patient leader who understands that confidence is built, not demanded. Alright. This is the part where we wrap it up and separate the “awwww he’s so cute!!” crowd from the people who are actually ready to commit. If you are looking for a soft, steady, sensitive little gentleman who will quietly bond to you like a fluffy shadow… if you appreciate a low-key king who prefers cozy nights over wild parties… if you want a future majestic Pyr mix who will grow into your calm, loyal protector (with just a touch of selective hearing because heritage) — then hi. It’s me. I’m your guy. If you would like to adopt me, you will need to fill out an actual adoption application. Not a comment. Not a “still available?” Not a DM that says “price?” I am not a couch on Facebook Marketplace. Why? Because it gets sent to my foster family — the people who currently manage my snack schedule and emotional support — so they can make sure you are worthy of this level of quiet magnificence. And once approved? You will need to come pick me up in Yukon, Oklahoma. So go ahead. Fill out the application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Be the responsible adult. Secure the fluffy introvert king. I’ll be here… going with the flow.

Oh hi. Yes. It’s me. Atlas. 🌄 As in: carries the weight of the world… but mostly just carries the weight of being this cute. I am from the Mountain Litter, which means I come with breathtaking views (me), sturdy structure (also me), and the confidence of someone who knows she was clearly sculpted by the fluffy gods. I am the kind of girl who could hike a trail and then come home and snuggle on the couch like it’s my Olympic sport. I bring the sunshine, but I don’t require you to rearrange your life around managing chaos. I am the good kind of fun — the heart-stealing, tail-wagging, lean-into-you kind. So if you’ve been waiting for a mountain-sized heart in a fluffy little body… congratulations. You’ve found me. I am a 10-week-old female Pyr mix, which basically means I am soft, soulful, and genetically programmed to grow into a majestic guardian of your household and your snacks. I am also the one you’re currently pretending you’re “just reading about” but are actually emotionally attaching to. I came into rescue with my two siblings after we found ourselves out there trying to survive with our mama, Sierra. Just little fluff nuggets navigating the world like, “Um… excuse me? Is this how it’s supposed to work?” Meanwhile, three of our siblings disappeared one day and we didn’t know where they went. Turns out they’d been separated and landed in a shelter — and that’s when PPFT stepped in like the fluffy fairy godmothers they are. Then somehow we popped up on their radar too. And instead of shrugging and moving on, they said, “Absolutely not. Those babies are coming with us.” So here I am. Safe. Fed. Loved. Dramatically telling my origin story like the resilient heroine I am. But let's be honest. You’re not here for them. You’re here for me. You’re here because I have that look. That soft-eyed, slightly serious, “I will both guard your house and gently rest my chin on your knee” look. Now for the scoop on my social life. I love other dogs. All of them. Puppies? Yes. Giant adults who outweigh me by 40 pounds? Also yes. If it has four legs and a tail, I assume we are now best friends. I’m just a happy-go-lucky social butterfly who thinks the world is a playground and every dog in it signed up to participate. At the end of the day, I just genuinely love being around everyone. Big dogs, little dogs, fluffy dogs, awkward adolescent dogs who don’t know what to do with their legs yet — I welcome them all into my social circle. Ah yes. Cats. I have not been around cats. Given my happy-go-lucky, “everyone is my friend” personality, I would likely approach a cat the same way I approach everything else in life — with enthusiasm and the assumption that we are now besties and should play together. Whether the cat agrees to that arrangement is… another story. Ah yes. The tiny humans. I have been around resident small humans aged 3 and 5. Toddlers. Preschoolers. Basically very short roommates with big personalities. If they want to play with me? I’m in. Let’s go. Toss the toy. Run in circles. Be dramatic together. I am a willing participant in backyard shenanigans. If they are busy doing mysterious kid things — coloring, arguing over whose crayon it is, staging a stuffed animal tea party — I simply… exist peacefully. I don’t hover. I don’t demand. I don’t insert myself into every situation like I’m the main character of their cartoon. Now, I am still a puppy. Which means continued supervision, teaching me polite manners, and reminding the small humans that I am not a jungle gym will be part of the package. But overall? I handle tiny humans like a pro. Energy level? A solid, respectable 5 out of 10. I enjoy playing. I enjoy zooming. I enjoy proving that I am, in fact, the fastest sibling when necessary. But I also deeply value a good nap. Preferably in a sunbeam. Or near your feet. Or directly on top of you if that seems emotionally appropriate. Basically, I match the vibe — and the vibe is “let’s have fun and then cuddle about it.” Adventure-seeker or homebody? I am young, adaptable, and currently operating under the assumption that the world exists for me to explore and be admired in. For example: I went to the vet. A place that smells suspicious, has shiny floors, and involves strangers touching you. Did I crumble? Did I panic? Did I question my life choices? Absolutely not. I strutted around like I was on a meet-and-greet tour making sure every single person in that building had the opportunity to pet me. I checked in with the staff. I circulated. I networked. I was basically working the room. So whether it’s a trip to the vet, a stroll around the neighborhood, or supervising your daily routine from the living room — I’m good. Overall temperament? I am what professionals would call “happy-go-lucky with a dash of spice.” Translation: I wake up thrilled to be alive, ready to greet the day, and mildly committed to mischief if the opportunity presents itself. I am joyful. I am affectionate. I am slightly ornery in the way that makes people laugh instead of question their life choices. I might steal a toy. I might pounce dramatically. I might pretend I didn’t hear you for half a second. Character building. But at my core? I am deeply loving. Alright. Let’s talk about my future staff. I mean… family. I am a baby. A literal 10-week-old Pyr mix baby. Which means I come with fluff, charm, and the expectation that you will have your life together. Potty training? That’s a team project. Puppy-proofing? That is on you. If your shoes are left out and I investigate them, that is called curiosity. If there are cords on the floor and I notice them, that is called science. Remove the temptations. Set me up for success. Socialization? Also your responsibility. Introduce me to the world in a positive, confident way so I can grow into the majestic, stable, well-adjusted Pyr queen I am meant to be. I will absolutely do my part by being brave and curious. You just have to show up and guide me. Training? Yes, please. I am smart. I am capable. I am ready. But I need a human who understands that I am not born knowing house rules. Teach me. And one day, when I’m a big, loyal, fluffy guardian who loves her people with her whole entire heart, you’ll look back and say, “Wow. Good thing we did the work.” So if you’re prepared to raise me — not just admire me — then congratulations. You might just be worthy of Atlas the great. 🐾 Alright. Final monologue moment. Cue inspirational background music. I am soft. I am affectionate. I am going to grow into a majestic, loyal, watch-over-my-people Pyr mix who will bond deeply with my family and quietly supervise your household like the fluffy guardian I was born to be. Now. Here’s the part where we separate the “omg she’s so cute!!” commenters from the serious applicants. If you would like to adopt me, you need to fill out an actual adoption application. Not a DM. Not a “still available?” Not a comment that says “following.” A real application. Why? Because it gets sent to my foster family so they can review it and confirm you are prepared for this level of fluff, commitment, and excellence. And once you’re approved? You will need to pick me up in Yukon, Oklahoma. So go ahead. Stop scrolling. Fill out the application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Prepare your home. Come to Yukon. I’ll be here — winning at life, snuggling professionally, and waiting for my forever people. 🐾✨

Meet Loretta, an 8.2 Lb. bundle of joyful and gentle curiosity! Her Mom is a Great Pyrenees, and her dad was a traveling salesman who may have been a Border Collie. This affectionate and playful pup is always up for an adventure and will fill your days with warmth and love. With her gentle spirit, she explores the world with an open heart, ready to shower her family with puppy love. Loretta is a ray of sunshine, bringing a smile to your face with his silly antics and playful nature. She's the perfect companion for those seeking a loyal and loving friend. Could you be the one to continue her adventures and give her the forever home she deserves? With two of the most intelligent dog breeds for parents, the Border Collie Pyrenees was always going to inherit some smarts. Couple this with the energy of a Border Collie and the Zen-like calm of the Great Pyrenees and you have a dog with boundless energy that could probably outplay you in a game of chess if he had opposable thumbs. Loretta will be provided with all 3-sets of puppy vaccinations, dewormed, and micro-chipped. $65 rescue adoption fee applies. A spay contract will be in place. If you would like an adoption application and to set up a meet and greet, E-Mail or call or text Lori at: 760-680-3713 Located in Grove, OK.

Buck is a loving, affectionate big boy who bonds deeply with his people and lives for cuddles. He’s very smart and well trained- sit, stay, come, shake, high five, spin, roll over, play dead, wait, and even hide-and-seek with treats! He’s food motivated, eager to learn, and calm and quiet in the home. Buck enjoys walks and is leash trained, but he has fear-based reactivity toward strangers and other animals after being charged by an off-leash dog last year. If approached too quickly he may bark, growl, lunge, or snap, so he needs slow introductions and an experienced handler. He will thrive in a calm, low-traffic home without other pets. For the right person, Buck will be an incredibly loyal best friend!   ##1880439##

This is Keira Lee. She is about 2-3 years old. We rescued her from a house with horrible living conditions. She was severely matted and infested with fleas and very skittish with people. We have spent 2 years trying to train her and get her used to people, so far she is only comfortable with people who are around her a lot. Recently she has started fights with 2 of our other dogs, I am freshly postpartum and cant keep breaking up the fights. The fights only happen outside. Her "cage" is her safety place she eats and sleeps in it because she is more comfortable there. She has been around kids and did good, still very skittish though. She has been around 1 cat and did good. She barks at anything and everything. Really good at taking baths, does ok with brushing and shaving though shes scared of them. Has never bitten us. Really need her to go to a great loving home.