Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Oklahoma

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.

Moriah here. Like the mountain. Majestic. Serene. Slightly aww-inspiring in lighting. ✨ But unlike a mountain, I am extremely portable and will follow you to the bathroom. This is the part where you may continue scrolling… but just know you’re scrolling past actual perfection. I am what experts would call “the sweetest tempered pup ever.” And by experts, I mean literally everyone who has met me. You know that feeling when you walk into a room and there’s one calm, warm, emotionally stable individual holding the vibe together? That’s me. I am the vibe. Oh good. You’re still here. Which means you’re already emotionally invested. Excellent. Let’s continue. I am a 10-week-old female Pyr mix with soft eyes, a gentle soul, and a backstory that sounds like the opening scene of a Disney movie. My mama, Sierra, did her very best trying to keep us safe. There we were — three little fluff nuggets — just trying to survive on the streets, wondering what happened to our other three siblings who vanished one day. Turns out they had been separated and ended up at a shelter… where the humans at Pyr Paws N Fluffy Tails Rescue swooped in like the fluffy-dog Avengers and saved them. And then somehow? We popped up on their radar, and thanks to some amazing people stepping up just like the rest of my siblings and mom were safe too. But enough about my family. They’re lovely. Truly. 10/10 would recommend them. However. You’re not reading this for them. You’re reading this because you are currently staring at my face thinking, “Oh no. That’s the one.” Correct? Good. We’re on the same page. Oh you want the tea on my social life? Excellent. I’ve been waiting for this segment. First of all, yes, I am small. Petite. Delicate. A dainty mountain marshmallow. However. Do not confuse “tiny” with “push-over.” I get along wonderfully with other dogs. I play, I mingle, I participate in group activities like a socially competent young lady. I enjoy romping with my siblings, sharing space, and generally being part of the pack. But if someone tries to test my boundaries, I will absolutely speak my mind. I simply deliver a very clear, very professional “excuse me, ma’am” and we move on. Communication is important. I believe in healthy boundaries. So yes — tiny but mighty. Soft but not spineless. Sweet but self-aware. Cats? I understand that cats are tiny royalty with sharp opinions. I respect that. I choose peace. So if your household includes a resident feline who enjoys minding their own business and judging everyone from elevated surfaces, I can absolutely coexist. Gracefully. Calmly. Without turning your living room into an episode of Animal Planet. Ah yes. The tiny humans. I have, in fact, been exposed to children. Ages 3, 7, and 9 — which is essentially the full spectrum of “sticky hands but good intentions.” And how did I handle it? Like a saint. I allow myself to be carried around like the small, dignified princess that I am. Do I always understand where we are going? No. Do I protest? Also no. I simply accept my fate and remain composed. So yes. I do wonderfully with them. I am gentle, tolerant, and surprisingly patient for someone who is technically still a baby herself. Energy level? I’m going to give myself a very confident, very respectable 6. I am the perfect mix of “let’s go do something” and “let’s absolutely not do anything.” Mountain girl stamina with marshmallow vibes. Adventure-seeker or homebody? Currently, I am tiny. Like… “could fit in the crook of your arm while you carry laundry” tiny. So yes, after approximately 12 minutes of adventuring, I do require a scheduled recharge. I am still operating on baby batteries. Do I enjoy being snuggled? Absolutely. I melt. Do I enjoy playing? Also yes. I will zoom. I will pounce. I will participate in light shenanigans. Would I go on adventures? Of course. I am a mountain mix. It’s in the résumé. Hikes? Yard exploration? Scenic walks? I’m in. Just… maybe with snack breaks and a nap afterward. Overall temperament? When they say I’m cool, calm, and collected… they are not exaggerating. I am not here for chaos. I am the emotional support friend of the litter. The steady one. The “it’s okay guys, we’ll figure it out” girl. While others may be testing the structural integrity of the house, I am simply observing, participating politely, and radiating peace. Sweet tempered? That’s not marketing. That’s just facts. I am sweet enough to make you question how you ever lived without me. We’ve arrived at the “responsibility” portion of this presentation. I am delightful. I am sweet. I am emotionally balanced beyond my weeks. However. I am still a baby. Which means my future family needs to be prepared to potty train me. Not in a “hope for the best” way. In a consistent, structured, grown-up way. You will also need to puppy-proof your home. I did not design the electrical cords to be noodle-shaped. I did not make shoes chewable. That’s on the manufacturers. Socialization? Yes please. I am naturally sweet, but it’s your job to introduce me to the world properly so I grow into a confident, well-rounded mountain lady. New people, new places, new experiences — guide me. And training? Absolutely. I am intelligent. Which means if you don’t give me direction, I will begin making executive decisions on my own. And while I believe in myself… you may not always agree with my ideas. So, you bring the structure, patience, consistency, and follow-through and I will meet you halfway with sweetness, loyalty, and a temperament that makes other puppies look mildly unhinged. Deal? If you’ve made it this far, congratulations. You are clearly emotionally invested in a cool, calm, sweet-tempered mountain princess with excellent manners and soft eyes. Now. Here’s where we separate the “OMG she’s precious” commenters from the people who are actually ready to secure the sweetness. 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. With typing. And commitment. And once you’re approved? You will need to pick me up in Okarche, Oklahoma. So if you’re ready for loyalty, softness, gentle affection, and a lifetime of mountain-girl love — Stop scrolling. Fill out the application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Come to Okarche. Secure the fluff.

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Sweet, smart little guy. Will probably be about 80 pounds grown though. All puppy but is learning so fast. Has been around cats and he wants to play and eat their food but no aggression with them at all. Of course they are not fond of a pesky puppy. He is not housebroken but is going outside to do his #2, just squats quickly to pee, so working on that. He has had 2 sets of vaccinations and will be ready for neuter when age appropriate. This is a courtesy listing so if interested, we will direct you to the application. Keep in mind he will be a big furry boy so plan on lots of brushing and regular grooming.

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Oh hi. Yes. It’s me. Everest, the one you have all been waiting for. I come from the prestigious Mountain Litter, which means I was basically born to be iconic. While the real Mount Everest is known for breathtaking views and extreme conditions, I am known for breathtaking fluff and extreme levels of sweetness. Honestly? Same vibe. Less frostbite. Oh good. You’re still here. I was hoping you’d keep reading because obviously this is the part where you fall completely in love with me. I’m ten weeks old. Female. Great Pyrenees mix. Professional heart-stealer. I came into rescue with my two siblings after we found ourselves hanging out at the shelter. Not exactly the luxury mountain lodge experience I was destined for. As it turns out, some of my family were still out there freelancing too — including my mama, Sierra (yes, like the mountain range, we are very on-brand). But don’t worry. PPFT did what they do best and scooped them up too, because apparently we are collectible. But enough about them. Because I am the one you are falling in love with right now. I mean… look at me...how can you not?! ;) Other dogs? Please. I am a social professional. I love to play. Chase? Yes. Wrestle? Obviously. Dramatic bounce-with-all-four-feet? It’s called flair. I bring enthusiasm to the yard. But here’s the impressive part — I actually know my limits. If another dog says, “Okay tiny mountain, that’s enough,” I’m like, “Heard. Respect.” I can read the room. I’m playful, not reckless. I adore having dog friends. I learn from them. I follow their lead. I copy their good habits (and occasionally their questionable ones, but we’ll focus on the positives). If there’s a confident, playful pup in the home? I’m in. If there’s a calmer dog who prefers civilized interactions? I can match that too. Cats? In my foster home, I’ve done just fine with the cats. I’m curious, because I am a puppy and everything is fascinating, but I’m not out here trying to start a turf war. If they swish their tail and give me “the look,” I take the hint. I respect the claws. Children? Yes. I have met the tiny humans. Ages 3, 7, and 9, to be exact. And guess what? I have been a great puppy. I know. Try to contain your shock. With the 3-year-old, I am gentle and curious. I understand that they are small and occasionally unpredictable, much like squirrels but louder. With the 7 and 9-year-olds? Excellent playmates. I’ll run, I’ll bounce, I’ll supervise their outdoor activities like a fluffy foreman. Energy level? Let’s call it a solid 7 out of 10. I am not a couch potato. I did not come here to be decorative. I enjoy playtime, yard adventures, romping with dog friends, and investigating very important things like leaves blowing across the grass. But I am also not a caffeine-fueled tornado who never powers down. After I’ve handled my business (zoomies, wrestling, light neighborhood surveillance), I am perfectly happy to crash dramatically on the floor like I’ve just completed a Himalayan expedition. So yes — I have pep. I have sparkle. I have “let’s go do something fun” energy. And then I have “I will now nap like a fluffy angel” energy. Adventure-seeker or homebody? I am a dynamic individual. I contain multitudes. Do I love to play? Absolutely. I will frolic. I will bounce. I will engage in highly important yard patrol missions. If there is an outing, a new place to sniff, or a game to be played, I am ready to clock in. And then — without warning — I will dramatically flop onto the nearest patch of floor like I’ve just summited something significant. Expedition complete. Please send belly rubs. So yes, I am both. I will adventure with you. And then I will nap beside you. Preferably upside down. Overall temperament? I am sweet. Like genuinely, melt-into-you, soft-eyes, “is she even real?” sweet. I am fluffy — which yes, is technically a physical trait, but it is also a lifestyle. My presence alone raises serotonin levels. Living situation preferences? Let’s be realistic. I am going to be a big girl. Not “oh she’s taller than we expected” big. Intentionally majestic. Fluffy. Expansive. I take up space in a regal way. So yes — a nice, securely fenced backyard sounds like an excellent life choice for me. I enjoy stretching my legs, supervising the perimeter, conducting important yard inspections, and offering my services as Household Helper. Gardening? I’ll oversee it. Kids playing? I’ll monitor. Suspicious leaf movement? Handled. Could I physically exist in an apartment? Technically. Would it be ideal for a growing Pyr mix with brains and legs and opinions? Probably not. I’m not a decorative throw pillow. I’m a future mountain guardian. For those already jumping at the bit to scoop me up...hear me out. I am ten weeks old. I did not arrive pre-programmed with a degree in Household Etiquette. I am simply a literal baby with fluff. You will need to potty train me. Not in a “hope for the best” way. In a consistent, patient, take-me-out-regularly way. You will need to puppy-proof your house. If something valuable is within reach of a curious baby mountain? That’s on you. I explore with enthusiasm. You will need to socialize me. Introduce me to people, places, sounds, life experiences. Help me build confidence. I am naturally sweet and social — now it’s your job to help me grow into a stable, well-rounded giant. You will need to train me. Kindly. Consistently. With structure. I am intelligent, which means I thrive when you give me clear expectations. I’m not “stubborn.” I’m thoughtful. There’s a difference. Raise me intentionally, and I will become that loyal, steady, affectionate Pyr everyone dreams about. Alright. Gather yourselves. This is the part where we wrap this up like the cinematic masterpiece it deserves. If you are looking for a sweet, fluffy, playful, ridiculously lovable future gentle giant… hi. It’s me. Now. Here’s where we separate the “OMG so cute 😍” commenters from the actual main characters. If you would like to adopt me, you need to fill out a real adoption application. Not a DM. Not a “still available?” Not a comment with seventeen heart emojis. An actual application. Why? Because it gets sent to my foster family so they can confirm you are worthy of this level of fluff and potential. And once approved? You will need to come pick me up in Okarche, Oklahoma. So stop scrolling. Fill out the application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Secure the fluff. Love, Everest 🏔️