Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Oklahoma

Pluto has been with us since he was a puppy. We got him in 2020. He has grown up with our 8 year old daughter. He has lived with other dogs and cats with very little issues. He is a wonderful protector and will alert you if anyone comes close to the house. He is crate trained at night. Rarely messes in the house. If he is in his crate and needs to go out, he will let you know. He takes a little bit to get to know you, but once he does, he wants to be a lap dog! We hate that we have to find him a new home, but I have become disabled and we had to move into a smaller more affordable place that just isn't suitable for such a large dog. He would be absolutely miserable. We would love for him to go to someone that would send us pictures whenever our 8 year old asks about him. (She is absolutely heart broken about this.) He is is neutered. However, his rabies expired last month. He has no health issues. Needs a professional grooming honestly.

All dogs and puppies have: received age-appropriate vaccinations; been dewormed; been spayed or neutered; and if over 6 months have been tested for heartworm disease.Edmond Animal Services offers an adoption fee of $25 following an approved application, and is open for adoptions six days a week with the exception of 11 major holidays. Please contact the Shelter at 405-216-7615 for any further questions…..**WE RECOMMEND THAT IF ANY POTENTIAL ADOPTER HAS OTHER DOGS OR CATS, TO PLEASE BRING THEM IN FOR A MEET AND GREET BEFORE ADOPTING A SHELTER PET**

Hi, I’m Arno. I am calm, cool, collected, and somehow still the softest, sweetest soul you’ll ever meet. I like to take life one cozy moment at a time. You’ll usually find me thoughtfully choosing the best spot to lay (there is a science to it), quietly keeping an eye on my people, or gently reminding you that your hand actually belongs on my head. I’m not demanding about it… just consistent. I know, go ahead, take a second… I’ll wait. I’m used to people needing a moment to process this level of calm, handsome perfection. I am Eight years old. 112 pounds. Great Pyrenees. Pictures? Adorable. Misleading. A complete underrepresentation of the absolute unit you are about to welcome into your home. I am not a dog… I am a presence. A gentle, fluffy iceberg that will casually drift through your house, block entire hallways, and somehow always be exactly where you were about to step. You’re welcome. It builds character. Now, despite my impressive square footage, I am a very good, pretty calm guy. I’m not out here causing a ruckus or auditioning for a circus. But let’s be clear—I am no purse chihuahua. I am majestic. I will absolutely use my body to my advantage… whether that’s leaning into you like a weighted blanket you didn’t ask for, strategically positioning myself for maximum pets, or slowly but confidently claiming the best spot in the house like the king I am. I came into rescue after my family had a change in personal circumstances and could no longer keep me. Not exactly how I pictured things going at this stage of life, but here we are. And like most things in my world, I’m handling it the only way I know how—taking it one slow, majestic step at a time… with plenty of naps in between, obviously. I may be large, but I’m also easygoing, steady, and just looking for a soft place to land. If you’ve ever wanted to share your life with a calm, gentle giant who doubles as home décor and emotional support cloud… congratulations. You found him. I get along just fine with other dogs—I simply don’t feel the need to be involved in everything they’ve got going on. While they’re out here hosting WWE matches in the living room, I’m more of a “noted” kind of participant. I’ll sniff them, acknowledge their presence like the polite gentleman I am, and then go back to minding my business. Now, if there’s a neighborhood bark fest? Oh, I will absolutely clock in for that shift. I don’t know what we’re barking at, but I trust the team and I will contribute vocally. Teamwork makes the dream work. Now, if there’s a neighborhood bark fest? Oh, I will absolutely clock in for that shift. I don’t know what we’re barking at, but I trust the team and I will contribute vocally. Teamwork makes the dream work. There is, however, one boundary I must firmly enforce: I do not participate in unsolicited face-licking. Some of these smaller, more… enthusiastic individuals believe in something called a “kiss of adoption.” I do not. I simply raise my head, look off into the distance, and pretend I have somewhere very important to be. It’s called dignity. Cats? Ah yes… the mysterious, tiny house creatures with strong opinions and zero respect for their elders. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting one yet, but based on my general life philosophy (stay calm, mind my business, nap when possible), I don’t foresee any major issues. I imagine we would come to a mutual understanding: they do their thing, I do mine, and we both pretend the other doesn’t exist unless snacks are involved. As for kids… also uncharted territory for me. But here’s the important thing to know: I am a large, majestic being with a sensitive soul. I’m not out here looking for roughhousing or surprise WWE moves. If you accidentally step on my luxurious tail floof or grab my feet without warning, I may act like you’ve personally betrayed me. Startled? Yes. I think I’d do best with humans (small or large) who understand that while I look like a giant cloud you can climb on… I am, in fact, a refined gentleman who prefers gentle handling and respectful interactions. Treat me kindly, and I will reward you with calm companionship and my very large, very loyal presence. Energy level? A solid 3. I like to call it “selectively motivated.” Which means I will not be participating in your “let’s go hike 12 miles for fun” era. I prefer a lifestyle best described as intentional movement followed by quality rest. Now, getting into the car… let’s talk about that. I am a 112-pound gentleman with a little extra… insulation, and I prefer a dignified assisted entry, but I am also working through a bit of a “gravity is real” situation. SUVs are… ambitious. With a little help (and maybe some encouragement about how handsome I am), I will get in. Once I’m in? Absolute professional. I lay down, I’m quiet, I wait patiently until we arrive at wherever the fun is happening. On leash? Delightful. Truly. I enjoy my walks very much. I tend to stick to the left like I’ve taken a course in polite strolling, though I may occasionally drift if something catches my attention—like a distant bark or a particularly interesting breeze carrying neighborhood gossip. I like to pause, take it all in, really experience the moment. It’s called mindfulness. Am I an adventure dog? Let’s not get carried away. I am, at my core, a homebody with selective adventurous tendencies. I enjoy getting out, seeing the world, meeting people… but I also enjoy returning home and dramatically recovering from it on a soft surface. Let’s discuss my living arrangements, shall we. Could I live with or without a fenced yard? Yes. I am adaptable. Versatile. A man of many talents. However… I do very much enjoy being outside, soaking in the fresh air, surveying my kingdom, and keeping a watchful eye on absolutely nothing in particular. So if you don’t have a yard, just know I will expect a few daily walks so I can stay informed on neighborhood business. Now, about apartment life… let me be delicate here. I am, at my core, a Great Pyrenees. Which means I come with a built-in security system… my voice. If I hear something, see something, or think I might have possibly perceived something in the distance… I will alert. It’s not negotiable. It’s a lifestyle. So unless you plan on being around to manage my very important announcements, an apartment may not fully appreciate my talents. Commands? Yes, I know them. Sit, down, stay… I am educated. Refined. Well-versed. Do I always feel like participating? That’s a different conversation. Potty trained? Obviously. I’m a gentleman. Crate? Never heard of her. I free roam like the trustworthy adult I am. No chewing, no mischief, no escape attempts. I’m not out here redecorating your home or testing your patience. I simply exist… perfectly. Do I bark? See earlier note about my career in security. Outside alone, I may provide ongoing commentary. Inside, I alert as needed. You will never be caught off guard. Ever again. And now we arrive at the part where you inevitably realize your life has been missing a 112-pound, calm, majestic house iceberg. Now, here’s the part where you do a little work. Shocking, I know. If you would like the honor of meeting me (and let’s be honest, you do), you’ll need to fill out an adoption application. Yes, a whole application. Paperwork builds character. Once you’ve proven yourself worthy, my people will send it over to my foster family for review. They are, understandably, very selective. I am a premium product. And when you’re approved? You will make your way to Sand Springs, Oklahoma to pick me up. I will not be shipped, delivered, or teleported. Greatness requires a little effort. Go ahead. Fill out the app at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Impress the people. Come get your giant, calm, slightly opinionated best friend. I’ll be here… supervising.

I know, I know… many of you have been bouncing on your heels waiting for my story. I assume you’re here because you heard whispers of a legendary creature… a mysterious, otherworldly being. Someone who is as handsome as he is amazing. Well, here I am. Allow me to introduce myself properly. Name’s Ziggy Stardust. Now, before you get too carried away thinking I’m some high-maintenance rock icon, let’s clear something up—I am, in fact, a simple man with simple tastes. Give me a good stick, and I will treat it like it’s the most valuable treasure on Earth. I will carry it. I will chew it. I will parade it around. I’m also a big fan of my fellow canine companions. I enjoy hanging out with the squad, vibing, existing in close proximity like the social butterfly I am. And despite my superstar status, I’m very generous with my affection. You call my name? I come. Revolutionary, I know. I also accept pets like it’s part of my job description… which, frankly, it is. So yes, I may have the name of a rock legend, but at my core, I’m just a good boy with excellent taste in sticks, a soft spot for my people, and a willingness to grace you with my presence. Try not to get too attached. I am 33 pounds of fluff, 4 months old, and technically a Great Pyrenees… emphasis on great, less so on the “protect the poultry” part. Look, I met the chickens, they met me, and somewhere along the way it was decided I was not exactly the bodyguard they were hoping for. So here I am, recently retired from my very short-lived farm security career, and fully embracing my new destiny: indoor, spoiled, adored house pet. Tragic? No. Inspirational, really. I’ve traded in livestock supervision for hanging out with my dog friends, selecting only the finest sticks like a connoisseur of the outdoors, and soaking up pets like it’s my full-time job (it is). Call my name and I come running — because unlike some Pyrs, I’ve decided listening is actually… kind of fun. So if you were specifically in the market for a poultry bodyguard, I’m going to gently suggest you keep scrolling. But if you’re looking for a ridiculously charming, affectionate, slightly-too-smart-for-his-own-good fluffy sidekick who has absolutely no interest in guarding chickens but every interest in loving his people… Hi. It’s me. I’m your guy. Oh good, we’ve arrived at the “social skills” portion of my resume. Please try to contain your excitement. When it comes to other dogs, I am what professionals would call politically aware. I greet the big, older dog in my foster home with the appropriate level of respect — you know, like a tiny fluffy intern trying not to get fired on day one. Very polite. Very mindful. Very “I understand you are in charge here, sir.” Now the 16-month-old Golden mix? That’s my equal. My rival. My chosen sparring partner. We engage in highly advanced activities such as chase, zoomies, and what I like to call “light teething negotiations.” It’s basically a full-contact friendship, and I think we’re both winning. Cats? No comment. Not because I’m hiding anything — there are simply no cats here to judge me. Mysterious, I know. Kids? Also not currently in my fan club lineup. HOWEVER, I am actively working on my enthusiastic greeting style, also known as “launching myself like a fluffy missile of love.” The humans are calling it “jumping,” and apparently we’re toning that down. I guess not everyone wants to be tackled by 33 pounds of pure affection. Weird, but okay. So in summary: I’m respectful when required, playful when appropriate, and occasionally a little too excited about getting pets. But hey, at least I’m consistent. Energy level? A solid 7 out of 10. I like to stay active, but I’m not out here training for the Olympics. Think “enthusiastic participant” rather than “unhinged marathon runner.” I can zoom, I can play, and then I can also… dramatically collapse and chew on a toy like I’ve had a very long day. Car rides? Already nailed it, actually. I made the trip from Oklahoma City to my foster home like a seasoned traveler — calm, composed, probably judging everyone else’s driving. No assistance required. I simply exist and succeed. Adventure seeker or homebody? I enjoy my yard, my family room, and my extensive collection of toys like a tiny dragon guarding treasure. Why go searching for adventure when I can simply create it with a box of toys and excellent imagination? Overall temperament? “Great personality,” they said. Which I assume is code for charming, delightful, and slightly irresistible. Water? Love it. Toys? Obsessed. If it splashes or squeaks, I’m already there. So if you’re looking for a confident, playful, well-adjusted young gentleman who somehow manages to be both fun and chill… congratulations. You’ve found me. Ah yes, my “fine print.” Please read carefully before falling completely in love with me. Let’s start with real estate. While I could technically adapt to various living situations, I would strongly prefer a home with a securely fenced yard. Why? Because I enjoy participating in highly intellectual activities such as doing zoomies, playing in the mud, wrestling with the other dogs, and then finally plopping down for some much-needed rest with the sun shining on me and the breeze running through my lovely coat. Very enriching. Very necessary. Potty trained? We’re in what the professionals call a “work in progress” phase. I’m learning. You’re learning patience. It’s a beautiful journey. Crate life? Absolutely nailed it. I dine in my crate like a distinguished gentleman and sleep in one in my foster’s bedroom every night. Chewing things I shouldn’t? No. I have standards. Barking? Minimal. I’m not out here narrating every leaf that falls. And finally, my hobbies: water (big fan), balls (even bigger fan), and tug (elite level competitor). Basically, if it splashes, rolls, or involves a rope, I’m already emotionally invested. So what should you know about me? I’m playful, well-mannered where it counts, still learning the basics, and extremely committed to living my best spoiled indoor life. If you’ve made it this far, you’re clearly already emotionally invested. I’m a handsome, playful, water-loving, toy-obsessed, surprisingly well-behaved young gentleman with a heart of gold and just enough personality to keep life interesting. Basically… I’m the whole package. Now, if you’d like to make an excellent life decision, you’ll need to fill out that adoption application like the responsible adult you are. Once you do that, the nice people at Pyr Paws N Fluffy Tails Rescue will send it over to my foster family so they can decide if you’re worthy of joining my fan club. And yes — you will need to come pick me up in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I will not be teleporting to you. I know, inconvenient, but I think I’m worth the drive. Go ahead. Apply at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app I’ll wait. Probably while carrying a stick.

Lil' Sly is ready to steal your heart. This 6 month old Great Pyrenees mix is an all white bundle of sweetness with the softest soul. He’s still very much a puppy, but already showing what an incredible companion he’s going to be. Sly is wonderful with other dogs both big and small and truly enjoys having furry friends around. He’s still a little unsure about new and unusual animals (a certain pot bellied pig has him very curious), but his reactions are more playful and inquisitive than anything. He’s crate trained and doing great with potty training, which is a huge win for a pup his age. He has those classic puppy bursts of energy, but they don’t last long. After a little playtime, Lil' Sly is happiest stretched out on the floor next to his people, chewing on a toy and soaking up the love. He’s the kind of dog who just wants to be near you. Like many young pups, Sly can get excited and may jump up to say hello, so he’ll need a family committed to continuing his training and helping him grow into a well mannered gentleman. Given his breed mix, Wallace will likely grow into a large dog, probably in the 80 to 100 pound range once fully grown. He’ll be a big, fluffy, loyal companion with a heart just as big as his paws. He really is the sweetest baby boy and is going to make someone an incredibly devoted best friend. Apply to meet/adopt him here https://muttmisfits.org/contact/adoption-application/ He is neutered, up to date on vaccinations, heartworm negative, and microchipped. His adoption fee is $250.

Well, well, well… look who finally found my profile. Took you long enough—I’ve just been over here perfecting the art of being an absolute angel. No big deal. Hi, I’m Mazie Sue—professional heart-melter, part-time shadow, full-time “where you go, I go” enthusiast. If you’re looking for a wild, high-speed, parkour-off-the-walls kind of dog… I regret to inform you, you’ve clicked on the wrong fluffy cloud. I specialize in the finer things in life—like quiet companionship, gentle tail wags, and making you feel like the most important human on the planet just by existing near you. My hobbies include: loving you, sitting near you, following you to the next room (for safety reasons, obviously), and loving you some more. I’m calm, I’m sweet, and I have mastered the ancient art of simply being. So if you’ve been searching for a best friend who doesn’t need to be the life of the party—just the love of your life… congratulations. You found me. 💛 If resilience were an Olympic sport, I’d have a gold medal, a parade, and at least one documentary narrated by someone with a very dramatic voice. I am 3.5 years old, 84 pounds of Great Pyrenees perfection… with a backstory that could make even the toughest humans go “okay wow, she deserves everything.” Let’s recap, shall we? I was picked up as a stray, because apparently someone misplaced 84 pounds of absolute treasure. Then of course there was the “mystery wound situation,” which turned out to be a ruptured tumor. I sat in the shelter, patiently waiting for someone to say “oh yes, that’s my majestic cloud dog,” but shockingly… no one showed up. Their loss. Truly. Then I made my way to rescue, where things got a little intense—in the “intricate mass removal surgery, long healing time, and everyone hovering over me like I’m royalty” kind of way. Turns out I had a grade 2 soft tissue sarcoma (fibrosarcoma, if we’re being fancy), which sounds very dramatic—and to be fair, it was—but here’s the part where I casually remind you that I handled it like an absolute queen. Bandage changes? Nailed it. Wound cleanings? Please, I was the ideal patient. Letting the vet staff do whatever they needed? I basically ran the clinic at that point. And now? My wound is healing beautifully, my lymph nodes are clear, there’s no evidence of spread, and thanks to the very enthusiastic removal of anything suspicious, the chances of it coming back are less than 7%. That’s right—I didn’t just go through the wringer… I came out the other side looking fabulous and statistically impressive. But here’s the real plot twist: through ALL of that… I never stopped being the sweetest, calmest, most loving soul you’ll ever meet. Not once did I decide to be difficult. Not once did I think, “maybe I’ll be dramatic today.” Nope. I chose kindness. I chose love. I chose to gently wag my tail and trust the humans helping me. So if you’re looking for a dog who has seen some things, handled it with grace, and still wakes up every day ready to love her people with her whole entire heart… hi. That’s me. Mazie Sue. Survivor. Sweetheart. Professional “I’ve-been-through-it-but-I’m-still-perfect” girl. 💛 How do I feel about other dogs, you ask? Well… I like to run a thorough background check first. You know, observe from a safe distance, gather intel, make sure they’re not unhinged. Standard procedure.So yes, I get along with other dogs. I just prefer a proper introduction process… and maybe a brief evaluation period where I silently judge them before deciding they are worthy of my friendship. Ah yes… the tiny humans. So far, my experience has been limited to a brief public appearance at the park—think of it as a meet-and-greet tour. A small human approached, likely drawn in by my undeniable beauty and calm presence (understandable), and what did I do? I stood there. Gracefully. Patiently. Like the well-mannered, emotionally stable queen that I am. Now, I haven’t lived with kids full-time yet, so I can’t officially say I’m running a daycare out of my future home—but based on my stellar performance, I’d say I’m off to a strong start. As long as the tiny humans understand that I am not a jungle gym and that my primary role is being adored… we should get along just fine. Ah yes… cats. The rumor. The legend. The species I have not yet had the pleasure of evaluating. Given my general vibe—calm, composed, and far too busy being a perfect angel—I suspect I’d handle the situation with my usual approach: observe, process, and decide whether they’re worth my time. But until I actually meet one, we’ll just call it “to be determined.” Energy level? I’d say a solid 5 out of 10—which in my world translates to: “I enjoy a good walk, but I am absolutely not signing up for a triathlon.” Balance, people. It’s called balance. Now, let’s talk about the car situation. Am I a little unsure about hopping in? Yes. Do I occasionally require a gentle boost, like the royalty I am? Also yes. But once I’m in there, I settle down like a pro. A little nervous at first, sure—but give me a minute and I’m curled up, minding my business, probably contemplating my journey and how far I’ve come. On a leash? Oh, I shine. Truly. I glide. I am elegance. I am grace. I walk like I’ve been professionally trained by someone with a British accent. My foster was “amazed,” but honestly… I wasn’t. This is just who I am. As for my lifestyle preferences—am I an adventure-seeker? Let’s not get carried away. I love my walks. I get excited, I’m ready, I’m thinking “yes, this is the moment.” And then… I come home, settle right down, and return to my true calling: being a peaceful, loving homebody. So if your idea of fun is a nice walk followed by quality couch time with a very devoted, very calm, very perfect dog… congratulations, you’ve found your match. Ah yes… the “what kind of home do I require” portion of my interview. Please take notes. First of all, I would very much appreciate a securely fenced yard. Potty trained? Obviously. I have standards. The kennel situation… I mean, I’ll tolerate it. I’ll be fine. But am I thrilled about being contained like some kind of peasant? No. I prefer my current arrangement, which includes multiple beds and choosing my sleeping location like the distinguished lady I am. Do I chew things I shouldn’t? Also no. I’m not out here redecorating your home with my teeth. Do I bark? Occasionally, yes—when there are suspicious backyard activities. Deer, critters, leaves that look at me funny… you know, legitimate threats. Otherwise, I’m actually quite quiet. So in summary: I’m well-mannered, low-drama, slightly opinionated, and deeply devoted. Truly not asking for much—just a loving home, a secure yard, and a lifetime supply of affection. Should be easy enough. 💁‍♀️ If you’ve made it this far, congratulations—you’ve just read the life story of a dog who has been through more than most, handled it with grace, and still wakes up every day ready to love her people like it’s her full-time job. I’m calm, I’m kind, I’m beautifully behaved, and I have a heart that somehow only got bigger through everything I’ve been through. I don’t need chaos or constant entertainment—I just need you. A soft place to land, a steady routine, and someone who appreciates a loyal, gentle soul who will be by your side through it all. So if you’ve been waiting for a sign… this is it. Hi. I’m the sign. 💛 Now, for the very official process (please read in your most serious voice): You will need to fill out an adoption application—yes, paperwork, I know, devastating. It’s almost like they want to make sure I end up with the absolute best humans. Once you’ve proven yourself worthy, they’ll send your application over to my foster family for review. Try not to be too nervous… I’m rooting for you. And when you inevitably fall in love and get approved, you’ll need to come pick me up in Claremore, Oklahoma. Yes, I will be waiting. No, I will not be shipping myself to you like an online order. Effort builds character. Go ahead… fill out the application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app I’ll just be here, being perfect and waiting for my happily ever after.