Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Oklahoma

Meet Benedict — the emotional support loaf you didn’t know your life was missing. Benedict has the energy of someone who’s already done their healing journey, drinks water regularly, and doesn’t raise their voice in group chats. While other dogs are busy yelling at leaves, auditioning for Cirque du Soleil off the back of your couch, or committing light household crimes, Benedict is over here like, “No thank you. I’ll simply lay down and be perfect.” Benedict is ideal for anyone who wants a dog who won’t raise their blood pressure, steal their soul, or cause them to apologize to guests within five minutes of walking through the door. He’s comfort. He’s calm. He’s the living embodiment of “no thoughts, just peace.” If you’ve been craving a sweet, steady companion who feels less like a whirlwind and more like a deep exhale… Benedict is ready to quietly change your life while pretending it was no big deal. Meet Benedict — a 40-lb, 8-month-old Great Pyrenees mix who somehow ended up abandoned with his sister, Ruby Tuesday… which is absolutely wild, because abandoning this dog feels like accidentally throwing away a winning lottery ticket and then doubling down on the mistake. We genuinely do not understand how someone looked at Benedict — this sweet, gentle, emotionally available little cloud — and thought, “Nah.” Truly baffling. Astronomical levels of bad judgment. Their loss, though, because Benedict is what we in the rescue world call a gem. When it comes to other dogs, Benedict is that polite kid at the playground who really wants to play but is also deeply committed to good manners. He loves other dogs. Absolutely adores them. But instead of body-slamming into the group like a caffeinated gremlin, he approaches with a respectful “hello, I am friend” energy. He’s playful, friendly, and patient — the kind of dog who waits for others to warm up instead of taking it personally. Basically, he has better social skills than most adults. Cats? Jury’s still out. There are no cats on the premises, so Benedict has not yet been formally introduced to the concept of tiny roommates who judge you silently from countertops. Kids-wise, he’s been around older teenagers and handled it like a pro, which means he tolerated the noise, movement, and general teen energy without filing a complaint or asking to be moved to a quieter household. Calm. Unbothered. Emotionally stable. Meeting new people? Huge fan. Benedict does not believe in stranger danger — only stranger snuggles. New humans are greeted with enthusiasm, soft eyes, and a confident trot straight toward them like, “Ah yes, you must be here to pet me.” He’ll happily run up for cuddles, because obviously if you’ve entered his space, you are now part of his fan club. On the energy scale, he clocks in at a solid 6, which means he’s got enough pep to keep life interesting but not so much that you’ll be questioning your will to live by Tuesday. He’s happy to play, explore, toss toys around like confetti, and then—just as quickly—decide he’s done and dramatically melt into the nearest comfortable surface. Balance. Adventure or homebody? Why choose. Benedict is fully capable of going out, doing things, seeing the world, and then coming home to recover like he’s just returned from a three-week expedition. He’d do great with outings, experiences, and enrichment, as long as they’re followed by adequate decompression time and possibly a nap. Temperament-wise, he is sweet, calm, affectionate, and quietly wonderful. He loves toys with his whole heart, follows his humans like a loyal little shadow, plays nicely with other dogs, and then—very importantly—knows how to stop and chill. He’s not go-go-go all the time. He’s play, pause, cuddle, repeat. Water play remains a mystery, but baths? Hard pass. He did not love it. He endured it. Barely. With dignity. Mostly. Toys, however, are his passion project. He LOVES them. Carries them. Plays with them. Probably dreams about them. As for living arrangements, he’s flexible. Fenced yard, apartment, no fence with regular walks—he’s not picky. He’s more concerned with being with his people than the square footage situation. Let’s get into Benedict’s domestic résumé, because this man is out here quietly setting the bar very high… First of all, yes — Benedict is potty trained. Kennel status? Unclear, because frankly, it hasn’t been necessary. Benedict simply… exists with the family. He hangs out. He vibes. He free-roams like someone who’s earned your trust and has no interest in ruining it. Why crate when you can just be good? Barking? Minimal. This is not a dog who narrates his entire existence. He’s quiet, polite, and saves his voice for moments that actually matter — which are rare. Your neighbors will never know he’s there, and honestly, that’s a gift. When you’re away, he roams freely with the other dogs, acting like a well-adjusted member of society. Now for the important, very official, absolutely thrilling logistics portion: If Benedict has already convinced you that your life would be better with a sweet, gentle Great Pyrenees mix supervising it, you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it over to his foster family. This is not optional. This is the part where you prove you are serious and not just emotionally attached via Facebook. Pickup will be in Norman, OK, because Benedict does not deliver himself, does not Uber, and is not available for cross-country courier service. If you can handle that level of commitment, congratulations — you may be ready for dog ownership. Fill out the app. Come meet the boy. Fall in love. Take him home. Live happily ever after

Meet Jennifer Honey — a 90-pound emotional support marshmallow disguised as a dog. Jennifer Honey is the kind of girl who makes you question every other dog you’ve ever met. Like… why aren’t you all this perfect? She knows all the commands (and actually listens, which for a Pyr...is sometimes unheard of), has manners so polished she could attend a formal dinner, and firmly believes her entire ninety-hundred-pound self belongs directly in your lap. Physics be damned. She is pure happiness wrapped in fur. The kind of dog who wakes up already thrilled to exist. The kind who looks at you with that goofy, sweet, slightly vacant expression and instantly cures whatever bad mood you were clinging to for personality reasons. Stress? Gone. Bad day? Never heard of her. Personal space? Also gone — but worth it. Jennifer Honey is warm, affectionate, endlessly joyful, and somehow both regal and ridiculous at the same time. She’s the dog equivalent of a weighted blanket, a serotonin boost, and a best friend who thinks you’re the coolest person alive… even when you’re just standing there doing absolutely nothing. Jennifer Honey’s origin story honestly reads less like a “how did this happen?” and more like a full-blown mystery novel — because how a 90-pound, 1.5-year-old Great Pyrenees like this ended up in a shelter is something we may never fully understand. Somewhere out there, someone fumbled the bag in a truly historic way. We don’t know the details, but we do know that letting Jennifer Honey go is the canine equivalent of accidentally throwing away a winning lottery ticket… and then watching someone else cash it. Jennifer Honey ending up with us doesn’t mean she lost — it means the odds just shifted dramatically in someone else’s favor. If you’re the one who adopts her, congratulations in advance: you’re about to win big. Like, “how did I get this lucky?” big. You didn’t just find a dog — you found a once-in-a-lifetime soul dog. When it comes to other dogs, she does have a brief internal vetting process. Once she’s decided they pass the vibe check, it’s game on. Friends are made, zoomies are activated, and suddenly you’re watching 90 pounds of Great Pyrenees joy galloping around like she just discovered happiness is contagious. Playing with her dog friends is one of her favorite hobbies, right up there with cuddling and reminding you she exists. Cats, however, are a different situation entirely. Jennifer Honey finds them absolutely fascinating — like weird, tiny dogs with questionable attitudes and zero social skills. She is very interested, mildly confused, and deeply curious. That said, she does just fine with dog-savvy cats who understand the universal language of “please don’t body-check me, you absolute unit.” She’s not out here trying to cause drama; she just wants to know what those fuzzy little creatures are doing and why they don’t want to be friends immediately. As for kids, she’s met a neighbor kiddo and did great — polite, gentle, and sweet. But let’s be realistic: Jennifer Honey is still a puppy trapped in a very strong, 90-pound body, and she has no concept of how large she actually is. Because of her size and strength, older, sturdier kids who won’t be taken out by an accidental enthusiastic lean are probably the best fit. She means well, but gravity is undefeated. Meeting new people? Oh, she’s a fan. A huge fan. Jennifer Honey loves humans, especially because humans are known to occasionally carry snacks, compliments, or at minimum, hands for petting. She greets new people with the optimism of someone who fully believes every stranger exists solely to adore her — and honestly, she’s usually right. Jennifer Honey operates at a very respectable medium energy level, which in real-life terms means she’s perfectly happy to do things… but also perfectly happy to not do things. She’s not scaling walls or demanding CrossFit-level enrichment, but she’s also not a decorative throw pillow. Think: enthusiastic participant who knows when it’s time to clock out and lounge like the distinguished lady she is. Car rides? Absolutely nailed it. She hops right in like she’s been training for this moment her whole life, immediately settles down, and assumes her role as Passenger Princess. Temperament-wise, she is a giant puppy wrapped in a very good girl package. She loves everyone. She loves everything. She especially loves snacks and squeaky toys. She is also a sensitive soul who takes raised voices very personally—not in a fearful way, but in a “oh no, have I disappointed you?” way. If she thinks she’s done something wrong, she will come over to apologize with her entire body, just in case. It’s devastatingly sweet. Adventure or homebody? Jennifer Honey is down for whatever. Hiking? Sure. Hanging out in the yard? Great. Road trip? Obviously. Staying home and supervising snacks? Ideal. She’s incredibly well-adjusted and smart, the kind of dog who rolls with whatever the day brings without spiraling into chaos or existential crisis. As for living situations, apartments are probably not her calling. Jennifer Honey likes to bark. Not excessively, but meaningfully. She’s an excellent alert dog who takes her neighborhood watch duties seriously. She loves having a yard or big space to zoom in, but she also deeply enjoys walks, so she’s adaptable—as long as her need to occasionally announce her observations to the world is respected. And finally, let’s talk about her brain. She is shockingly well trained, wildly intelligent, and the kind of dog who makes you look like a phenomenal owner even when you’re just along for the ride. Jennifer Honey has the house rules fully mastered, which honestly feels unfair to the rest of us still working on basic life skills. Potty trained? Yes. The kennel situation is best described as “I don’t love this for me, but I will comply.” She doesn’t need a kennel because she’s not out here making bad choices, but she will kennel up if asked. Chewing? None. Zero. She has zero interest in destroying your belongings, your shoes, or your sanity. Now for the part where everyone falls in love: Jennifer Honey is literally the BEST girl. She knows all the commands. Her manners are excellent. She believes she is a lap dog despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. She is endlessly happy, and her goofy, sweet face has the uncanny ability to erase bad days on sight. When you come home, she doesn’t just greet you—she bounces. Like Tigger. Like joy has physically possessed her body. Snacks, naps, and cold-weather zoomies are her favorite pastimes, in no particular order. She is affectionate without being demanding, playful without being wild, and loving in a way that feels genuinely special. Jennifer Honey isn’t just a good dog. She’s the kind of dog who becomes your dog. The kind who makes someone unbelievably lucky. The kind who quietly sets the standard and makes every other dog seem a little suspiciously mediocre by comparison. So here’s the deal: if you’ve read all of this and haven’t already emotionally committed to Jennifer Honey, we’re genuinely concerned about you. She will improve your mood, your daily routine, and your general outlook on life. She is, in short, an absolute treasure. If you would like to be the lucky human who wins this lottery, you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it over to her foster family. This is the part where we ask you to do the adult thing and complete the paperwork instead of just commenting “OMG I NEED HER” and hoping the universe handles it. Spoiler: it will not. Pickup will be in Midwest City, which feels like a very reasonable price to pay for a dog this good. Jennifer Honey is ready to become someone’s whole heart, lap ornament, and best friend—she’s just waiting on you to make it official. Go fill out the app. She’s got snacks to eat, naps to take, and a forever home to get to.

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Buck is about 7 years old. He is a Pyr mix with Anatolian Shepard. He is quite playful and loves people, but is very dominant and has problems with dogs bigger than him.