Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Bixby, Oklahoma

Oh, look out world—Keia has entered the chat, and she’s still buffering. That’s right, this adorable little work-in-progress is currently in the “socially awkward, but trying her best” era. She’s a delightful blend of “snuggle bug in training” and “outdoor zoomie enthusiast,” with just enough awkward charm to make you question if she’s secretly a sitcom character figuring out her role. One minute she’s curled up like a seasoned pro in the cuddle Olympics, the next she’s trotting around the yard like she forgot how legs work but is going with it anyway. She’s sweet. She’s snuggly. She’s a little unsure if she’s supposed to sit next to you or on top of you. Basically, Keia’s the full package—as long as you don’t mind a few adorable loading errors while she gets her bearings and figures out what this new life of hers is all about. Keia is a 1-year-old, 44lb Great Pyrenees mix who narrowly avoided becoming a shelter statistic just hours before her scheduled euthanasia. Her “crime?” Oh, just being unwanted and ending up at a shelter so overloaded with animals that it's practically a revolving door. But don't worry, Keia is everything you'd want in a puppy. She's sweet, she's adorable, she's full of potential... yet, somehow, she has no idea what to do with her life. It's almost like whoever had her before—well, let's just say they didn’t exactly win “Dog Owner of the Year.” And to top it off, they let her fall through the cracks, almost letting her lose her life in a shelter that had more incoming animals than they could count. But I digress, because at the end of the day, they are not what matters. What matters is that someone is about to hit the doggie jackpot and end up with a slightly awkward, snuggle-happy, fluff-filled masterpiece of a mutt who’s ready to trade her tragic backstory for belly rubs, biscuits, and a lifetime of being ridiculously adored. Keia’s second chance is officially loading—who’s ready to press “adopt”? Keia approaches social life like a seasoned introvert at a family reunion—polite, a little awkward, and mostly just tolerating the crowd until she finds that one sibling (in her case, her foster brother) who makes the whole thing bearable. She’s grown to enjoy playing with the other dogs in the home, though let’s not pretend she’s leading the charge at doggie happy hour. She’s more of a “this is fine, I guess” participant in the group chat but for a dog that seems to be figuring out this whole "life" thing at almost a year old, she is doing well. We can’t speak to her thoughts on cats or small critters since her foster home is a feline-free zone, but she’s shown zero interest in squirrels on walks. Which, let’s be honest, is more self-control than most of us have around tacos. She hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting any tiny humans yet, so we can’t promise she’s ready for juice box negotiations or toddler-level chaos. Let’s just say if kids are involved, start with the calm ones who don’t scream like pterodactyls and we’ll go from there. As for humans in general, Keia starts out a little cautious—think distant relative at Thanksgiving—but give her five minutes and she’ll be booping your hand for pets like she’s known you forever. And if you ignore her? Expect a paw on your lap like, “Excuse me, peasant, I require affection.” Keia’s energy level falls somewhere between a mildly caffeinated sloth and a golden retriever after a yoga class—let’s call it a solid 6 out of 10. She's got some pep in her step, sure, but she’s not exactly training for the Doglympics. As far as her lifestyle choices go, Keia is currently straddling the line between “let’s go for a walk, this sounds fun!” and “this ergonomic dog bed is my personality now.” She enjoys a good stroll and likes being around people, especially if they’re not asking too much of her emotionally—or physically. She’ll absolutely accompany you to the office, but don’t expect her to be the team mascot. She's more of a quiet intern who keeps to herself, occasionally popping up for pets like, “I require validation now.” Walking-wise, she’s into it… kind of. She likes them, but let’s not get carried away. Think “enthusiastic tourist” energy: she’s here for the sights and smells, but don’t ask her to power-walk. And yes, she could use a little leash manners polish——but who among us hasn’t had to be physically dragged out of Target at least once while insisting we needed another throw pillow and a gallon-sized candle? Temperament-wise, she’s a bit of a sampler platter. Snuggly? Yes. Outdoorsy? Occasionally. A little awkward? Absolutely. She’s still figuring things out—like how toys work, or why anyone would throw a perfectly good bone across the yard. Right now, her main hobby is chewing bones like it's her job, and staring at toys like they just asked her to do math. Fence or no fence? She’s flexible. Give her a securely fenced yard or commit to some daily walks and she’ll be good to go—just don’t expect her to run marathons or compete in agility trials. She’s more into life’s simpler pleasures, like lounging attractively, gnawing on bones, and pretending she totally meant to trip over that stick. Keia’s still working on her potty training—she is just about there, but let’s just say she didn’t exactly come with an owner's manual… or any prior house manners. She’s getting there with consistency, but if you’re the type to clutch your pearls over a little carpet cleanup, she might not be your girl. Keia isn’t out here trying to narrate the entire neighborhood’s activity like she’s auditioning for Real Housewives of Suburbia. No, she keeps it classy—an alert bark here, a polite “hey, something’s happening” there. She’s more of the “necessary commentary only” type, not the kind to go off about every leaf that flutters or ghost that dares breathe near your mailbox. Keia's a good pup with a good heart—she just doesn’t always know what she’s not supposed to do yet. If you’re expecting a one-year-old dog to come into your home, take one look around, and say, “Ah yes, I shall respect all boundaries and personal property from day one,” Keia is not your girl. She needs guidance, redirection, and a human who understands that sometimes..."fluff happens." So, if you’re ready for a young, lovable, slightly awkward girl who’s still figuring out how to “dog” in a home, Keia might just be your perfect match. She’s got a heart of gold, a nose for affection, and just enough goofiness to keep life interesting. Ready to meet your new best friend? Fill out that adoption app at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it over to her foster family—and don’t forget, pick-up will be in Norman, OK.

Oh look, another devastatingly adorable, sweet-natured dog just trying to live his best life while searching for his forever people. Meet Gola: a happy-go-lucky gentleman who just recently discovered that being goofy is, in fact, a lifestyle. Yes, it took him a minute to tap into his inner goober, but now that he's found it? There's no going back. Prepare for a future filled with soft eyes, random bursts of silly energy, and the kind of wholesome joy that’ll make your cold heart consider feeling things again. Meet Gola – a 69-pound, 2-year-old Great Pyrenees who somehow ended up in a shelter, which honestly feels illegal given how ridiculously sweet he is. Like, who looks at this fluffy marshmallow of a dog and thinks, “Yeah, let’s just leave him here”? Rude. Best way to describe him? Think: dignified guardian on the outside, undercover dork in training on the inside. He's a big softie learning that life can be fun, humans can be kind, and that sometimes, zoomies are the answer to everything. Gola is still figuring out the art of the doggy playdate. He definitely wants to be part of the fun—he just approaches it with the same cautious optimism most of us use when joining a new group chat. He’s curious, friendly, and totally open to playing... once he confirms that no one’s going to body slam him into the grass. Roughhousing seems interesting in theory, but he’s still deciding if it’s a game or a lawsuit waiting to happen. When it comes to smaller animals, Gola’s got manners. He’s careful around the resident small dog and doesn’t treat squirrels like a personal affront to his dignity. He might raise an eyebrow (or an ear) at them, but he’s not launching into the bushes with the enthusiasm of a caffeine-fueled Jack Russell. As for cats? If the other dogs bark at them, Gola joins in—because nothing says "I have no idea what's going on but I’m part of the team" like group barking at a feline minding its business. Gola’s take on kids is equally wholesome. He’s met a few and handled it like a pro. When the neighbor kids (a toddler and a six-year-old) showed up, he jogged to the fence wagging like a politician on the campaign trail. He even got a glowing review from the six-year-old, which honestly might be the most credible endorsement we’ve ever received. As for humans in general? Gola is a social butterfly with a flair for reading the room. Sometimes he greets you with calm, quiet dignity; other times he’s handing out Pyr Paws and inviting himself into your lap like a 69-pound lapdog who forgot he’s not pocket-sized. Basically, if Gola likes you, you're probably a good person. And if he doesn't... maybe take a look inward. Gola’s energy level lands somewhere between “golden retriever on their second espresso” and “goat in a bounce house.” He’s got a solid 7 out of 10 vibe—enough pep to keep things interesting, but not so much that you’ll question all your life choices after a walk around the block. Think: always down for an adventure, but will also pretend he’s never heard the word “zoomies” when it’s raining. When it comes to car rides, Gola has decided he’s almost a fan. He’s now cool with jumping into the side door of the SUV (because the back is clearly for peasants), and while he won’t try to co-pilot your life from the front seat, he does enjoy pacing like he’s contemplating the meaning of highway exits. He’s got his sea legs now, though, and handles car movement like a seasoned traveler who refuses to sit but also doesn’t complain. A win. Leash walking? Oh, he’s an overachiever. Gola struts like a polite power walker with somewhere to be and no time to stop and sniff the roses—or the mailbox, or the fire hydrant, or anything really. He sticks to your left like a well-behaved shadow, giving off "I'm better at this than your last dog" energy. No pulling. No drama. Honestly, it’s suspicious. Temperament-wise, Gola is your classic happy-go-lucky, gentle soul… with a twist. He’s still discovering his inner weirdo, and the results are promising. He’s calmer when he’s had a good walk beforehand—just like most of us, really—and he’s slowly learning that being goofy is not only acceptable, it’s encouraged. We're not saying he's about to become the class clown, but he’s definitely thinking about submitting a tight five. As for hobbies? We’re still figuring those out. Gola is currently in his “trying new things” phase—he’s dabbled in ball-chasing (sometimes he even returns it!) and occasionally gets the zoomies when his housemate shows off with a frisbee. Basically, he’s open to activities but hasn’t found that one true passion yet. He’s like a college freshman bouncing between majors. As far as outdoor accommodations go, Gola says “fence me in, please and thank you.” He’s been respectful of a 4-foot chain-link fence, but if anything particularly fascinating wanders by—like a horse or a strong breeze—he’ll toss his paws on the top like he’s considering a jailbreak. Command-wise, Gola is fluent in “selective listening.” He knows “sit” and “come”—and will proudly demonstrate them when the stars align, the vibes are right, and he feels like it. He’s basically the Pyr version of a college philosophy major: smart, observant, but only participating if the assignment inspires him. Potty trained? Yes. Gola is a responsible gentleman who does his business outside like a functioning member of society. Gold star for that. As for the whole “kennel” situation... yeah, that was cute while it lasted. He tolerated being kenneled exactly twice before filing a formal protest and revoking your crate privileges. Then came the baby gate phase—a lovely weeklong experiment in containment that ended with Gola politely declining that setup, too. Now? He free-roams like the independent king he clearly believes he is. And honestly, he does pretty well. Gola is not your neighborhood’s self-appointed news anchor, thank goodness. He’s more of the “strong, silent background character” who only speaks up if the other dogs start a group chat he feels obligated to join. Barking isn’t really his thing—he’s more into the art of dramatic moaning. Yes, moaning. Loud, theatrical, Oscar-worthy moaning, especially when he’s bored or confused about what he wants in life. When left to his own devices, Gola free-roams the house like he pays the mortgage. He can be a responsible adult and nap the day away—if (and this is a big if) he’s had his morning mile-long walk and a solid breakfast. Skip either one, and you’re basically rolling the dice on whether your house will look the same when you get back. He’s improving, though—learning that daytime is for snoozing, not for redecorating or testing gravity on your belongings. And luckily, his foster sibling has taken on the role of unpaid hall monitor, making sure Gola stays mostly on task. So if you’ve made it this far and aren’t already halfway through filling out an adoption app at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app for Gola, we’re honestly concerned. Go ahead and apply—yes, you, with the snacks and the backyard. Once you do, we’ll send your info over to his foster family so they can make sure you’re worthy of this glorious moaning fluffball. And don’t forget—you’ll need to pick him up in Sand Springs, OK, where greatness (and dog hair) awaits.

Calling all ladies! Sick of men who promise the world but can’t even text back? Tired of falling for the “good ones” just to find out they still live with their mother and can’t commit to a fitted bedsheet? Have you sworn off the male species entirely, but maaaybe still want one around who worships you properly? Well, allow me to introduce Mumford—the only man who will never ghost you, never leave his socks on the floor, and never “forget” to take the chicken out of the freezer. He’s devastatingly handsome, a world-class cuddler, and will always be overjoyed to see you (unlike Chad from Tinder, who took six hours to reply with “lol”). He’s ready to be your ride-or-die—no red flags, no commitment issues, just pure, unconditional love. Interested? You know where to find him. 😏 I know, I know—Mumford sounds too good to be true. A loyal, loving man who actually listens, never forgets a date, and worships the ground you walk on? There has to be a catch, right? Well, ladies, here’s the tea: Mumford comes with a little baggage. Specifically, the kind that makes him immediately bark at men like he just found out they still text their ex. We don’t know what happened, but we’re pretty sure some guy did him real dirty in the past—maybe he promised him belly rubs and long walks, then bailed like a bad Hinge date. Maybe he called Mumford a “good boy” but didn’t mean it. Either way, Mumford is done with men. Like, full-on, "I’d rather live in a convent" done. He knows some men are decent (probably), but he’s not willing to risk it. What he is willing to do is pledge his undying love to a ladies-only household, preferably one where no guy is going to swoop in with empty promises and a lack of emotional maturity. If you and your bestie/roommate/mom want a man who actually loves you unconditionally (and won’t leave hair in the sink), Mumford is ready to commit. He’s been abandoned before—left in a shelter and almost lost his life because someone couldn’t see what a treasure he is. He just wants to fall for someone who won’t throw him away when the next “good one” comes along. If you’re ready for a love that lasts, Mumford is waiting. And trust us, he’s so worth it. Mumford is a 2 year old, 88lb male Great Pyrenees mix. Mumford is basically the perfect gentleman—if that gentleman occasionally forgets he’s not lap-dog-sized and has no concept of personal space. He gets along with all the dogs, though he’s a little shy at first—kind of like the new kid at school who waits to see if the cool crowd is accepting applications. He plays well with the resident Pyr (because, let’s be real, Pyrs have a “take it or leave it” attitude, and Mumford respects that). But instead of getting lost in the backyard zoomie chaos, he prefers to be inside near his humans, because what’s the point of having people if you’re not following them around like a shadow? As for kids? He does great with the tiny humans (ages 4 and 6), doesn’t mind their chaotic energy, and has yet to file an official complaint about being smothered in hugs. He’s gentle, but he does occasionally forget he’s not a teacup poodle and might bump into them like a fluffy linebacker. Oh, and speaking of personal space—he will put his paws on your shoulders and hug you like a long-lost lover in a rom-com. So, if you value things like “breathing room” or “not being lovingly tackled,” just be prepared. Mumford isn’t one of those guys who’s going to sit around gaming all day while you do all the emotional labor in the relationship. No, he’s down for whatever. Want to have a lazy movie night? He’s in. Want to go somewhere? Say no more—Mumford will never hit you with a “nah, I’m good.” In fact, just thinking about going somewhere has him sprinting to the garage like he’s late for a flight. He jumps in the car without hesitation and then refuses to come back inside unless you physically drag him away from his vehicular dreams. He lives for car rides—staring dramatically out the window like the lead in a coming-of-age film, or snoozing in the back seat like a seasoned road trip veteran. He tried being a co-pilot once, quickly realized that wasn’t his calling (navigation is hard), and demoted himself back to passenger status. However, when you stop the car, be ready, because he will find a way out—whether it’s squeezing past you like a fluffy torpedo or straight-up launching himself over your lap. If a car door is open, consider it an open invitation. Leash manners? Let’s just say he has places to be and sniffs to sniff, and your arm strength is simply not his problem. A harness would probably help, but honestly, he’s got a one-track mind when he’s on a mission. That said, he’s actually more of a homebody—he loves the adventure of a car ride but doesn’t need to be out socializing with the general public. If he were in a crowded place, he’d be that guy loudly expressing his opinions about everything. Mumford is the perfect mix of energy and laziness. He gets excited for a leash, but also considers naps a top-tier hobby. He loves playing with his foster brother, enjoys a good bone now and then, and has remained shockingly indifferent to toys (fetch remains an untested theory). However, if you have human food, he is absolutely down for an impromptu game of “let’s see if I can steal this before you notice.” Whether it’s from the counter, your plate, or literally your hand, he will attempt to acquire it. Bath time? Not a fan. He tolerated a trip to the self-serve dog wash but spent the entire time leaning dramatically against his foster like a man being forced to go to brunch with his girlfriend’s friends. Blow dryers? Hard no. We had to bring in some ear protection because apparently, that was the final straw. Apartment life? Possible. Backyard? Preferred. Bathroom habits? Let’s just say he values privacy—if you’re watching, he’s not performing. Unlike most guys, he doesn’t see this as a bonding moment where eye contact is necessary, and he certainly won’t try to hold a full conversation while doing his business. You can trust that Mumford is in fact potty trained, unlike some of the men in your past, he actually knows where to go and doesn’t leave messes for you to clean up. Mumford tolerates the kennel once he’s in it—kind of like how we all tolerate taxes and waiting for the microwave to hit zero. But getting him in there? That’s a different story. It requires strategy, speed, and a well-placed bribe. Toss a treat in, and he falls for it every time, charging in like he’s won the lottery—until he realizes he’s been bamboozled. That’s when you have approximately 0.3 seconds to close the door before he pulls a full-on reverse escape maneuver. Mumford isn’t just a dog—he’s an upgrade. Unlike your ex, he actually listens (sometimes), always wants to be around you, and will never ghost you for a “boys’ trip” that suspiciously includes his female coworker. Shoes? Okay, sure, he might steal them, but at least he’s upfront about it—no lame excuses like “Oh, I thought those were mine.” Trash diving? Yes, he treats your garbage like a buffet, but at least he appreciates the things you throw away, unlike your ex who never appreciated you. Counter surfing? Okay, so he helps himself to your food, but unlike your ex, he’s not pretending he wasn’t the one who ate your leftovers. And while he may be a little messy (yes, he does shed and does drool—think of it as free glitter and an organic moisturizer), Mumford will never leave his dirty socks all over the floor, forget your birthday, or claim he “just isn’t ready for commitment” while simultaneously moving in and eating all your snacks. In fact, he’ll gladly share snacks—okay, steal them, but at least he’s honest about it. He’s loyal, he’s affectionate, and most importantly—he will always be happy to see you. No mixed signals, no last-minute cancellations, just unconditional love. So, if you’re ready to upgrade from disappointing exes to a 10/10 good boy who actually deserves your love, Mumford is waiting. No games, no ghosting—just loyalty, cuddles, and a little bit of drool. Fill out an adoption app at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can pass it along to his foster fam, but fair warning—he’s in high demand (because duh, he’s perfect), so don’t drag your feet like your ex did when you asked him to define the relationship. And yes, you’ll need to pick up this handsome heartthrob in Yukon, OK. No, we will not be delivering him to your doorstep like an Amazon Prime package—this level of perfection requires effort. So, get that app in, gas up the car, and come meet your new favorite man.

Call Sign: Maverick Mission Objective: Shadow You at All Times. Zero Exceptions. Oh, so you wanted privacy? That’s cute. Maverick thinks personal space is a myth and bathroom trips are a group activity. This handsome stalker-in-a-dog-suit isn’t just looking for a home—he’s looking for a full-time job as your shadow, your sidekick, your emotional support Velcro. Meet Maverick: the ride-or-die adventurer who believes every step you take is a group expedition. Walk to the kitchen? He’s there. Headed to the bathroom? He’s emotionally invested. Planning a hiking trip, cross-country roadie, or just switching rooms? Count him in. If you’re looking for a clingy-but-charming best friend who thinks “boundaries” is just a funny-sounding word, Maverick’s your man. Must love long walks, outdoor escapades, and being lovingly smothered with loyalty. Maverick is a 2-year-old, 85-pound Great Pyrenees who somehow managed to land himself on death row at the shelter—because apparently being a giant, majestic cloud with legs was just too much for the system to handle. We assume his crimes included excessive handsomeness and maybe loitering in doorways like a big fluffy speed bump. But don’t worry—he’s since been paroled into rescue life, where he’s now serving time as a professional sidekick and full-time personal space invader. He’s had some professional photos done—because obviously, when you’re this devastatingly good-looking, it would be a crime not to share your floofy glory with the world. Big thanks to Sara's Photo Creations, llc for capturing Maverick in all his model-level, Zoolander-esque smolder. Maverick gets along with other dogs like he’s in a Top Gun locker room—equal parts play, posturing, and zero concept of personal space. He’s the kind of guy who assumes everyone signed up for full-contact friendship. Got a dog who likes to rumble? Perfect. Maverick’s down for a wrestling match followed by sloppy kisses and a dramatic slow-motion exit. As for kids, Maverick’s ideal squadmates are the sturdy, flight-tested variety—think 12 and up—the kind who won’t file a complaint if they get lightly steamrolled by 85 pounds of overzealous fluff doing a fly-by. Toddlers and pint-sized humans may find themselves caught in the jetwash. Cats? Unknown. His current mission parameters don’t include feline interactions, so whether he’d treat them like cuddle copilots or unauthorized ground targets is still classified. Maverick isn’t just friendly—he’s legendary. This guy struts into every room like he’s in a slow-mo hero shot, assuming everyone’s already a fan. Strangers? Nah, just teammates he hasn’t met yet. Whether you’ve known him for five minutes or five years, Maverick is already planning your next great adventure, probably with a toy in his mouth and a sparkle in his eye like, “You can be my wingman anytime.” If you’re looking for a social, affectionate, and utterly shameless sidekick who thinks every living creature exists to love him… your Maverick has entered the airspace. Maverick’s energy level falls somewhere between a mildly caffeinated golden retriever and a bored goat at a petting zoo. He’s a solid 5 out of 10—enough pep to be your adventure buddy, but not so much that he’s doing backflips off the couch at 3am. Think “ready for action” but also totally cool with a nap afterward, preferably in your lap... or on your feet... or anywhere that makes you mildly inconvenienced. On leash, Maverick is basically your chance to look like a seasoned Top Paw handler, even if you tend to be the kind of person who trips over their own two feet. He walks like he’s been through flight school: heeling, sitting, and not once trying to drag you into oncoming traffic like a rogue missile. He’s that rare Pyr mix that actually listens (cue dramatic music)—most of the time, at least. We suspect he’s memorized the leash manual and maybe edited it for efficiency. Adventure-wise, Maverick is all systems go. Staying home while you fly solo? Hard pass. Maverick’s a ride-or-die co-pilot. Park trips, supply runs, hikes, Home Depot missions—if you're leaving the base, he’s already strapped in and waiting. Try sneaking out without him, and you’ll be met with one of his signature “left behind” sighs, followed by the most dramatic sit-by-the-door you've ever seen. Temperament-wise, Maverick is the class clown with a heart of gold. He’s still figuring out how to channel that enthusiasm, especially when it comes to mouthy play—but he’s working on it like the eager-to-please guy he is. His signature move? The excitement air chomp (gentle, but wildly expressive and way too cute). His hobbies include walks, training (he’s a star student), and enthusiastically squeaking his beloved crinkle snake toy like it owes him money. He’s recently discovered that puddles are nature’s splash pads, and while he hasn’t gone full fish-mode yet, he seems pretty water-positive. Maverick may love a fenced backyard for high-speed zoomie drills and Top Gun-style maneuvers, but don’t count him out if you’re flying the apartment-friendly skies. As long as his humans are ready for daily recon walks and regular mission outings, this co-pilot is good to go. He’s way too smart—and way too social—to sit grounded at home like some glorified decorative throw pillow. This is a jet-fueled, tail-wagging thrill-seeker, not a couch ornament. And here's the kicker: Maverick isn't just a pretty face with a windswept floof—he’s had elite-level training with Thunder Pup. So not only does he come with charm, good looks, and loyalty that rivals Goose’s bromance—he also brings tactical skills. Sit. Stay. Come. Place. Kennel. Shake. He’s got it all on his obedience résumé. He even walks like he’s been briefed on your every move. Local to the OKC area? Even better. Thunder Pup will provide follow-up training missions once Maverick touches down in your home, just to make sure your partnership launches smoothly. Bottom line: Maverick is the full package. He’s your wingman, your best bud, and your built-in adventure partner. All he needs now... is his forever flight crew. Yes, Maverick is potty trained—because even elite pilots know you don’t just drop bombs wherever you please. Crate trained? Affirmative. This guy treats his crate like a hangar—walks in on command, parks it, and waits for the next mission briefing. And when it comes to barking? Maverick’s not some rookie on the comms panicking over every cloud. He’s a seasoned Top Dog vet—calm, composed, and only speaks when there’s actually something worth reporting. Suspicious squirrel? A quick bark. Dramatic wind gust? Maybe a side-eye. Meanwhile, his foster sibling is spiraling into DEFCON 1, and Maverick’s just sipping metaphorical jet fuel like, “Amateurs.” Emotionally mature, operationally sound, and ready for his forever assignment—this Maverick is cleared for landing on your couch. 🛩️ Ready to Enter the Danger Zone of Unconditional Love? Maverick is officially accepting applications for his forever wingman. If you’re up for a lifetime of zero privacy, nonstop loyalty, and 85 pounds of co-pilot fluff glued to your side like a heat-seeking missile—then buckle up, because your Top Dog is ready for takeoff. 📋 Submit your flight plan (aka adoption app) here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app 📍Pick-up point: Norman, OK He’s fueled up, floofed out, and standing by for his forever mission. Don’t leave your wingman hangin’.

Meet Peanut Butter Oreo: the world's most chill, low-maintenance cuddle enthusiast. Forget about your typical "in-your-face" jumper—this guy prefers a refined toe-tapping approach to getting your attention. Just picture it: he’ll sit there, doing a little tap dance with his paws, waiting for you to acknowledge that, yes, he is indeed the cutest thing to ever exist. No jumping, no begging—just his precious little feet tapping like he's got somewhere to be (spoiler: he doesn't). And when he’s not dazzling you with his moves, he’s proving that he's an accomplished "talker" too. Truly, a personality as unique as his name. Peanut Butter Oreo is a 13-week-old, 20lb male Great Pyrenees mix who arrived at our rescue after being found wandering in and out of the road with his siblings, Java and Mint Oreo. He’s confident, playful, and incredibly sweet, making friends easily with other dogs. As for cats, well, he's not currently living with any, but we're sure he’d handle them with the same "I've got this and we will be friends in no time" attitude he brings to every situation. And kids? He hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting any yet, but we’re confident he’d be just as charming with them, in that "I’ll be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, and you’ll love me whether you like it or not" way. Peanut Butter Oreo’s energy level is like a squirrel and a puppy in a room full of squeaky toys—full of enthusiasm but not quite ready to run a marathon. He’s about a solid 6 out of 10, which means he’s always up for an adventure but not quite ready to break any land speed records. He’d love to be your co-pilot on all your excursions, and I'm sure he’d be a model passenger. So far, his only rides have been in the very back with his siblings, heading to the vet and home—he was shockingly quiet both times. If there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s being a peaceful backseat driver. When Peanut Butter Oreo gets tired of playing fetch (which, by the way, means he’ll fetch it, but don’t expect it to come back), he’s more than ready for a nap. In fact, he might just become your next couch buddy. He’s got the whole “look at me, I’m adorable” act down to a science, and his little toe taps are just the icing on the cake. He doesn’t jump on you like some dogs—nope, he simply taps his paws and waits like a gentleman for some love. He’s a talker too, just in case you ever need a furry companion to discuss the weather or whatever's on his mind. As for living situations, Peanut Butter Oreo would likely thrive anywhere as long as he gets the walks and dog park time he craves. He’s a puppy, so keeping him entertained is a must—otherwise, you’ll find yourself with a very bored, very chatty puppy on your hands. Peanut Butter Oreo is a charming little guy, but if you’re not ready for a few “oops” moments, he’s probably not your perfect match. He’s still working on his potty training, which means he’s got some learning to do before he fully masters the art of going outside. So, if you’re the type who’s allergic to a little puppy mishap, you might want to reconsider. But, if you're up for the challenge, Peanut Butter Oreo promises plenty of adorable moments and a few imperfect ones along the way! Peanut Butter Oreo is kennel trained, so there is that. ;) Peanut Butter Oreo is still in his puppy phase, which means he’s got that classic curious nature—everything is fair game for investigation. If you're not quite ready to shuffle everything off the lower shelves or invest in some chew toys, you may want to keep scrolling. But if you're up for all the love, training, and patience that comes with adopting an adorable pup like this, you’ll be rewarded with the sweetest little companion who will grow into a well-behaved, loving dog. Peanut Butter Oreo is more of a "talker" when it comes to expressing excitement. He’s not the strong, silent type—oh no, this little guy is all about letting you know when he’s super excited to see you. He’ll start tapping those adorable little toes, wiggling his whole body, and giving you those "please pet me" eyes. It’s beyond cute, but as for barking at absolutely everything? He hasn’t really felt the need to chime in... yet. Ready to add Peanut Butter Oreo to your family? Awesome! First, just fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can pass it along to his foster family—because they’ll want to know you’re fully prepared for his adorable puppy antics. Once that’s squared away, you can pick him up in Oklahoma City, OK, and officially start your life of toe-tapping, cuddles, and endless puppy joy. Trust us, this little guy is totally worth it! So, what are you waiting for? Fill out that application, and let’s make Peanut Butter Oreo your new best friend.

Meet Anthem, aka Evie — living proof that a 70-pound lap dog is not just a dream, but a daily reality she’s determined to make your reality. Evie is the kind of dog who thinks personal space is a myth and that your limbs were put on this earth solely for her to drape herself across like a throw blanket with feelings. She’s got the heart of a Golden Retriever and the selective listening skills of a true Great Pyrenees—meaning she will absolutely love you with every fiber of her fluffy being… while ignoring 98% of your commands unless they align with her current life goals (usually snacks or snuggles). Despite being built like a majestic cloud on stilts, Evie has the self-awareness of a feather. She has no clue how big she is—but lucky for your internal organs, she’s incredibly gentle, which makes her accidental body slams feel almost affectionate. She’s loyal, loving, and just stubborn enough to keep things interesting. Basically, she’s the total package—if the package was large, fluffy, slightly pushy about cuddle time, and came with built-in Pyr-itude. Anthem—or as her friends call her, Evie—the fluffy, snuggly, emotionally-attached-to-your-leg dog you didn’t know you needed. She is one of our OGs, originally from our Memorial Day litter of 2021, and now making an unexpected comeback tour (cue sad reunion ballad). At just 4 years old and a modest 70 pounds of floofy fabulousness, this Great Pyrenees gal is officially back on the market as Evie and her dog sibling weren’t thriving in the tiny human jungle, so here she is, hoping someone with more time (and fewer juice boxes) will scoop her up. She’s got the sunshiney personality of a Golden Retriever and the stubborn independence of a classic Pyr—basically, she’ll smother you with love while pretending she can’t hear you say “off.” Evie is very into cuddles, personal space violations (yours, not hers), and the belief that your lap is exactly the right size for her. Evie is the kind of girl who thinks every dog she meets is her new best friend and every social gathering is a party thrown in her honor. She brings big “excited golden retriever energy” to dog interactions—minus the sense of personal space or social cues. If your dog is hoping for a polite introduction and a slow friendship arc, Evie will be the golden-furred whirlwind crashing through that plan like a squeaky toy tornado. She's fun, friendly, and maybe just a little too enthusiastic about playtime. As for cats? Well, she hasn’t had the pleasure. So whether she sees them as potential cuddle buddies or fast-moving appetizers is anyone’s guess. When it comes to kids, Evie takes the “respectful observer” route. She’s gentle, calm, and seems to understand that small children are basically unpredictable, snack-smudged tornadoes. She’s happy to coexist and doesn’t mind their presence—as long as they don’t expect her to participate in the chaos. Think “cool aunt” energy: present, pleasant, and keeping a healthy, judgmental distance. Meeting new people? Evie is a socialite. She doesn’t care if you’re a family member, friend, mailman, or possibly a ghost—if you’ve got a hand, she assumes it’s meant to pet her. While she reserves the enthusiastic full-body greetings for her inner circle, new folks still get the VIP welcome. Basically, if you walk into her life, Evie’s already planning matching outfits and a joint holiday card. Anthem—aka Evie—is rocking an energy level that falls somewhere between a sleepy sloth after brunch and a cat who just saw a laser pointer. She’s not climbing mountains or doing zoomies for sport, but she’s got just enough oomph to keep you on your toes before she faceplants into her next nap. Leash walking? Oh, Evie’s got a whole routine. The first five minutes are an Olympic event in “enthusiastic pulling while sniffing every blade of grass like it owes her money.” But don’t worry—she tires out faster than your motivation on a Monday morning, and by the halfway mark, the roles reverse and you’re the one doing the dragging. She starts as a sled dog and ends as a reluctant potato. As for adventures? She loves exploring… in short, supervised bursts. She’s totally down for chasing squirrels, bird-watching from her personal tower, or sniffing the same patch of yard 47 times. But after a good recon mission? She’s back inside, living her best life as a napping goddess. She’s not about that hustle culture—just a firm believer in work-life balance (emphasis on the life… and naps). Her overall vibe? Golden Retriever in a Great Pyrenees body with a PhD in selective hearing. Evie is sunshine in dog form—friendly, sweet, and fully committed to being as close to you as physically possible. Lap dog? Oh, she believes. Size is just a number, and she’s got no concept of it. She’s stubborn, gentle, clingy, and somehow manages to radiate both dignity and goofball energy all at once. Truly an icon. Her hobbies include outdoor bird surveillance (with a side of squirrel-watching), patrolling the backyard like a small, fluffy security guard, and perfecting the “I’m so cute, let’s stay outside five more minutes” face. She does best with a securely fenced yard—because a girl needs space to live her best National Geographic life. Apartment life? Hard pass. She’s not trying to squeeze her majestic fluff into a glorified shoebox. Commands? Oh, she knows them. Whether she follows them depends entirely on whether she agrees with your reasoning or the type of treat, aka bribery, you are holding. She’ll “sit,” “go,” “out,” and “come inside”—but only if the stars align, the birds are quiet, and she’s decided your authority is valid that day. Potty trained? Absolutely. Evie is a lady, thank you very much. She knows the difference between “outside business” and “indoor carpet disasters,” and she’s not about to ruin her elegant reputation with anything less than proper bathroom etiquette.Evie’s thoughts on kennels? Hard pass. She’s not a fan, not interested, and frankly a little insulted that you’d even suggest such a thing. In her opinion, crates are clearly a mistake. Evie takes her job as neighborhood news anchor very seriously. She’s not just a dog—she’s a full-blown, 24/7 breaking news reporter. Did a leaf flutter suspiciously on the other side of the yard? Bark. Did Amazon commit the crime of approaching her porch? Bark. Did a ghost sneeze in the attic three blocks over? You bet she’s barking. Evie is a model citizen when left alone—basically the canine equivalent of a responsible adult who waters the plants and locks the doors while you're out. She’s a free-roamer with absolutely no interest in redecorating your home with couch stuffing or questionable chewing decisions. No separation anxiety, no dramatic meltdowns—just a peaceful queen holding down the fort until her loyal subjects (that’s you) return. Ready to have your very own personal space-denying, bird-watching, neighborhood news reporter? Great—Anthem (Evie)’s taking applications for her next loyal human. All you have to do is fill out an adoption app at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can pass it along to her foster family. Just one small catch—she’ll need to be picked up in Rogers, AR. Royalty doesn’t do delivery.