Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Bixby, Oklahoma

We love our Daisey so so much and it breaks my heart to even make this profile for her. My wife has developed a severe allergy to her after covid where she can't be around her. This is so hard to do, I hope someone with a loving home accepts her. A little about Daisy, she is sweet and is calm and collected. Loves to be petted and has a good soul. Like most GP she loves it when it's cold outside. Daisy is potty trained and doesn't beg or have bad habits.

Meet Asha – the ultimate overachiever in the categories of lounging and loving. Asha is what we like to call emotionally available – she’ll bond faster than your last Amazon Prime delivery and loves hard. She’s sweet, gentle, and will follow you around like she’s on a mission to become your shadow’s understudy. Basically, she’s the safe, soft-hearted sidekick you didn’t know you needed… but now can’t imagine life without. She’s the kind of dog who’ll make you feel like the most important person in the world within 3.5 seconds of meeting you — mostly because she’s already decided you’re her emotional support human. Safe? Absolutely. Sweet? To a fault. And once she loves you (which again, takes about the length of one sneeze), you’re stuck. Forever. Like glitter. Meet Asha — a 2-year-old, 63-pound Great Pyrenees whose gentle spirit and loving heart have remained unshaken, even through some incredibly difficult times. Asha came to us from a shelter, where she found herself on the euthanasia list after being left unclaimed—with a large tumor hanging from the side of her face. Despite the pain and confusion, she remained sweet, calm, and affectionate with everyone she met. Thankfully, one of our wonderful foster families stepped up just in time, and thanks to the skill and compassion of our veterinary partners, her tumor was successfully removed. Her incision is nearly fully healed now, and she’s feeling better than ever.Asha is the perfect blend of laid-back and loving. She’s just as happy curling up for a quiet afternoon nap as she is riding shotgun for a treat run. She forms bonds quickly and deeply, offering the kind of unconditional affection that only a rescue dog can. She’s safe. She’s sweet. And she’s ready to write a new chapter—this time with a forever family who sees her for the beautiful soul she truly is. Asha is basically that one friend who gets along with everyone—dogs included. She’s the type who walks into a room, does a polite sniff-around like she’s reading the vibe, and then settles in like she’s always been part of the group. She doesn’t need to be in the middle of the play session, but she likes to know she’s invited. Now, when she first met Major(the resident dog), things were… let’s say tense. He wasn’t thrilled to share the spotlight, but Asha handled it like a total pro—gave him some space, didn’t take his dramatics personally, and let him come around on his own timeline. (He did. He’s obsessed now.) She met a couple of kids recently—ages 8 and 11—and read the room better than most adults. The younger one was clearly a little intimidated by her size (fair, she is part pony), and Asha immediately softened her approach. No jumping, no wild energy—just a slow flop to the floor and a full tummy display, like, “I’m harmless, I promise. You can pet me now.” Cats? She’s seen one. Didn’t chase it, bark at it, or try to interview it. The cat was probably more concerned than she was. Asha just gave it a side glance like, “You do your thing, whiskers. I’ve got naps to take.” And when it comes to grown-ups? Asha thinks you’re great. All of you. She gives a warm, happy greeting without turning into a caffeine-fueled tornado, then politely parks herself nearby in case you feel like giving her some attention. She’s sweet, respectful, and somehow still manages to make every new person feel like they just met their favorite dog. Basically, she’s the total package—diplomatic, affectionate, and socially savvy. Asha’s energy level clocks in at a solid 3 out of 10—which is basically the canine version of a koala crossed with a sleepy golden retriever. If you’re looking for a dog who treats movement as an optional activity unless snacks or car rides are involved, congratulations—you may have just found your soulmate. She’s not going to be your hiking partner for that sunrise summit, but she will accompany you on a leisurely stroll. Despite her preference for lounging, she’s a surprisingly stellar road trip buddy. None of that “panting at every red light” drama here—she's more of a chill co-pilot, gazing out the window like she’s contemplating life’s deeper questions (like why pup cups aren’t free healthcare). With a little help from her doodle foster brother, she’s now a pro car companion—quiet, relaxed, and very pleased to be included. Leash walking? She’s not going to win gold in the Obedience Olympics, but she’s not trying to drag you down the block like a sled dog in the Iditarod either. Unless there’s another dog nearby—then she briefly becomes the mayor of Excitedville. And yes, if she catches a really interesting smell, expect a full-on stubborn statue moment. She’s only been on two “official” walks, but she strutted her stuff like she was auditioning for Dog Bachelor. As for her hobbies, it’s a pretty short list. Napping, cuddling, maybe trying a toy if no one’s watching. She’s dabbled in playtime—it was adorable and slightly awkward, like someone trying yoga for the first time—but she’d honestly prefer a 24/7 petting schedule. She’s not high-maintenance, but she is very in favor of being adored like the majestic, velvet-nosed queen she is.Her temperament? In a word: sweet. In more words: dangerously sweet. She bonds fast, loves hard, and has that “I will imprint on you like a baby duck” energy. She’s smart—like, “quietly outsmarting the humans and pretending she didn’t” smart. Her memory is suspiciously good, so don’t make promises you can’t keep... especially if those promises involve snacks. She absolutely loves being outside, so if you’re apartment-bound with no yard, she’s probably not your girl. She enjoys sunbathing, supervising passersby from a safe distance, and making sure the wind is doing what it’s supposed to. Bottom line: Asha is a low-drama, high-sweetness kind of dog who just wants a soft place to land, a few short adventures, and a lifetime supply of belly rubs. Asha is, in fact, potty trained. She’s polite, dignified, and far too fabulous to do her business indoors like some kind of heathen. As for kenneling... hard no. If you’re looking for a dog who happily trots into a crate and tucks herself in like she’s checking into a cozy doggy hotel, Asha is not your girl. She gave it an honest try—for two nights—and responded with what can only be described as soul-crushing wails straight out of a Victorian ghost story. Not barking. Not whining. Wailing. Like a heartbroken opera singer who lost her will to sing. She sleeps quietly through the night on her bed, doesn’t wander, doesn’t get into things, and generally acts like she’s been free-roaming responsibly her entire life. She doesn’t need a crate to behave—she just needs a home that understands that not every dog finds comfort behind a closed door. So, if you’re thinking of bringing her home and sticking her in a crate while you’re at work—respectfully, don’t. It simply isn't necessary for her. Asha’s barking style? Let’s just say she’s not out here narrating every squirrel movement like a neighborhood gossip, but she will absolutely sound the alarm if something seems off. Suspicious noise outside? Bark. Mailman approaching? Bark. Ghostly presence from another dimension? Possibly bark, just to be safe. She saves the big, dramatic barks for things she deems truly important(although you may not always agree on the level of importance)—like potential intruders, strange sounds, or, you know, a plastic bag blowing across the yard with malicious intent. When she’s bored or just wants a little attention, she tones it down to more of a low rumble or cute little "notice me" bark—kind of like she’s trying to keep it professional but still get her point across. If you’ve made it this far and are thinking, “Wow, this majestic land cloud sounds perfect”—you’re absolutely right. But before you go planning matching outfits and road trips, there’s one small catch: you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app (yes, we require paperwork—because this girl doesn't just deserve a home...she deserves the PYRfect home), and you'll need to come pick her up in Moore, Oklahoma. That’s right—no shipping, no teleportation, no Uber for dogs. Just you, your car, and the open road leading to the best decision you’ll ever make. Don’t worry—she’ll make it worth the drive.

Meet Tahli. Tahli is a sweet, happy-go-lucky boy in the same way a perfectly toasted marshmallow is — warm, comforting, and impossible not to love, with absolutely no sharp edges or bad intentions anywhere in sight. He moves through life like a background character in a feel-good movie who somehow steals the whole scene just by being himself. He is like the canine equivalent of a Costco sample on a Saturday afternoon. You didn’t ask for him, you weren’t planning on him, but suddenly he’s there, he’s delightful, and you’re thinking, “Well. I guess we are getting another dog after all.” Meet Tahli, a 3-month-old, 20-lb male Great Pyrenees mix with a temperament that speaks volumes about who he is — resilient, gentle, and remarkably optimistic. Tahli is the kind of puppy who never lets adversity define him, which is extraordinary given the circumstances he came from. He was found alone outdoors, injured and without any form of protection or care. Despite being just a baby, he survived on his own for an extended period of time before ultimately being brought to the shelter. When no one came forward to reclaim him, he was placed on the urgent list— and there was absolutely no universe where we were going to let him slip through the cracks. One look at his face and you just know. This is a once-in-a-lifetime dog. And he proves it to us every single day. His expression, his demeanor, and the way he engages with the world all point to a dog with an exceptional heart. Veterinary evaluation confirmed that Tahli did not suffer a single injury, but two separate fractures that were already several weeks old by the time they were diagnosed. He sustained one fracture to his tibia and another to his pelvis, meaning this young puppy spent weeks moving, surviving, and defending himself while seriously injured. The tibial fracture has since healed well. The pelvic fracture, however, resulted in a dislocation from the joint, which limited the full range of motion in that leg. Initially, FHO (femoral head ostectomy) surgery was considered. After consultation with two different veterinarians, it was determined that due to Tahli’s young age and rapid growth, the most appropriate course of action is to allow him to reach skeletal maturity and reassess at that time. His body is continuing to heal, and there is a possibility that surgery may not be required. For potential adopters, this means Tahli may or may not need FHO surgery in the future. Some dogs heal sufficiently and manage well long-term with minimal intervention aside from potential arthritis later in life. Others may ultimately require surgical correction. At this time, Tahli shows no significant limp and moves comfortably, though he does have a slightly altered gait. If adopted locally or within a reasonable distance of Tulsa, and surgery is deemed necessary in the future, assistance with care through our orthopedic surgeon may be available. For adopters located farther away, it is important to understand that this may be a medical need that arises later in life. Regardless of location, any potential adopter should be prepared for the possibility of future orthopedic care and, if needed, post-surgical rehabilitation. Despite everything he has endured, Tahli remains sweet, trusting, and genuinely happy-go-lucky. He is an exceptional young dog with a strong spirit, and he continues to show us every day just how special he is. With the right family—one that understands both his medical history and his tremendous potential—Tahli has every chance to grow into an incredible lifelong companion. Tahli’s social skills are… frankly impressive for someone who still trips over his own paws sometimes. With other dogs, he is the life of the party. The kind of guy who shows up, assumes everyone is his friend, and immediately starts planning group activities. No awkward introductions, no beef, no drama — just tail wagging, happy energy, and a strong “we’re besties now” attitude. Cats? He is deeply curious. Not in a villain way. More in a “what are you and why are you shaped like that?” way. He hasn’t quite figured them out yet, but he’s very interested in studying the subject. Kids? He hasn’t had much exposure yet, so we won’t pretend he’s a seasoned playground professional. That said, given his overall temperament, optimism, and friendliness, he’s the type of pup who would likely approach kids the same way he approaches everything else — with enthusiasm and no reason to believe that he shouldn't smother them in kisses and follow them everywhere Tahli clocks in at a respectable 6/10 on the energy scale, which means he has opinions about activity but is not here to ruin your life with nonstop cardio. He’s playful, he’s fun, and then he’s snoozing. A balanced king. Adventure dog or homebody? Honestly, he’s Switzerland. He’s down for adventures, chill with staying home, and thrives in any environment where someone occasionally looks at him and says, “Wow, you’re cute.” He adapts easily and asks very little of the universe. Temperament-wise, Tahli is pure sunshine with no concept of pessimism. He doesn’t analyze situations, hold grudges, or spiral over inconvenience. If something goes wrong, he simply blinks, wags, and moves on like it was never worth his time in the first place. Toys are absolutely worth his time. Toys are fun. Toys make sense. Toys are a good investment of energy. Water.....not so much. When it comes to housing, Tahli isn’t overly demanding. A securely fenced yard would be great, as he can be vocal and loves to patrol his yard. However, he’ll thrive wherever love lives. Just understand that sometimes the walk will end early, not because he’s tired… but because he has reached his limit and would like to be carried like the precious cargo he believes himself to be. Your mission — should you choose to accept it —is to help Tahli grow into the kind of dog you can confidently take anywhere — the park, the patio, the hardware store, even that one friend’s house with the very expensive, very off-limits rug — without having to preface the visit with, “Sorry, he’s still learning.” Crate training is happening and going… exactly how you’d expect with a young Great Pyrenees mix. He kennels, he settles, and he will absolutely bark to let you know when he has opinions — such as bedtime being unfair or morning outings being overdue. Chewing things he shouldn’t? Shockingly, no. Tahli is innocent in that department. No shoes have been harmed in the making of this puppy. Now, you should know that this boy takes his role as a guardian of the land very seriously and very much believes in honoring his ancestors. Tahli loves being outside, especially in cooler weather, standing tall and proud like a mighty protector… despite being a 20-lb puppy who absolutely believes he is already a full-grown guardian dog. He does not realize he is small. He does not realize the fence is taller than him. He has no idea he is still basically the size of a loaf of bread. In his mind, he is enormous. Powerful. A force. At his core, Tahli is a sweet, affectionate, happy-go-lucky Pyr boy. He loves to cuddle—until he hears something that requires immediate ancestral acknowledgment. With guidance, patience, and an appreciation for Pyr-itude, Tahli is going to grow into something truly special. Now for the slightly less magical but very important part: if you want this fluffy loaf of optimism in your life, you must fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it to his foster family. No application, no Tahli. Them’s the rules. And once approved, you’ll need to pick him up in Hutchinson, KS, because Tahli does not come with delivery, shipping, or teleportation services. Apply responsibly. Adopt bravely. Accept that this boy takes his job very seriously. He will be super cuddly and affectionate… right up until he suddenly decides he has Important Business elsewhere. He is the dog equivalent of a husband who says, “I’ll be right back,” and then disappears to watch the game, check the grill, or stare into the distance with his hands on his hips. You’re not being ignored — he’s just on patrol. Mentally. Spiritually. Ancestor-approved.. 🐾

Some puppies ease their way into your life. Daisy Pup pushes the door open, waves, and immediately becomes your favorite. Daisy is the kind of pup who believes the world is mostly good, people exist solely to adore her, and laps are an underutilized resource. She loves attention the way plants love sunlight — desperately and with zero shame. If you stop petting her, she will simply stare at you like you’ve forgotten your job. Because… you have. Daisy is the kind of puppy who greets life like Disney princess — bouncy, friendly, and convinced you’re her best friend within approximately 0.3 seconds. She plays hard, loves big, and then suddenly powers down like a phone at 2% battery and transforms into a tiny, snuggly potato who must be held immediately or she will simply perish (emotionally). Somehow Daisy Pup — a 7-week-old, 7-lb female Pyr/Lab mix — already did a short stint in the shelter… with her brother, Donald Pup. This too-cute-for-words baby found herself “in the slammer” for absolutely no reason other than someone at some point decided they didn’t want her, which we are formally declaring an absolute crime against humanity, puppies, and joy in general. Honestly, we’d like to speak to management. Luckily, Daisy landed with us, and now her future looks much more like a long line of awwws, forehead kisses, and people stopping mid-sentence to say, “I’m sorry, what was I saying? LOOK AT HER.” For the record, this is absolutely a future “soul dog” situation. The kind where, years from now, when we ask for an update, we already know the response will include phrases like “we can’t imagine life without her” and “she was meant to be ours.” Daisy isn’t just cute — she’s destiny wrapped in fluff. Around other dogs, she’s friendly, playful, and fully convinced that everyone wants to be her best friend. As for kids — Daisy is extremely people-oriented and thrives on attention, so she’d likely think kids are excellent, slightly louder humans who exist solely to adore her. That said, she is still a puppy and comes equipped with brand-new, factory-fresh needle teeth. Supervision and gentle guidance will be key while she learns proper play etiquette. She has met cats, and in classic Daisy fashion, she was playful, curious, and very interested in this strange new creature that moves like a ninja and judges silently. She clearly thought the cats were potential friends… or at the very least, something fascinating that deserved further investigation. Energy-wise, she’s sitting comfortably at about a 7 out of 10. She’s friendly, affectionate, and deeply committed to the belief that attention is both necessary and renewable. Playful and social? Absolutely. She’s down to romp, bounce, and charm everyone in the room. But once her zoomies have been fully spent, she softens right up and turns into a snuggle-seeking professional who would very much like to be held like the precious item she knows she is. Your mission — should you choose to accept it — is to help Daisy Pup grow into the kind of well-mannered, socially acceptable dog that everyone adores. Daisy has all the raw materials already. She’s sweet, friendly, affectionate, and operating under the strong belief that humans exist primarily for love, cuddles, and moral support. What she does not yet have is life experience. Potty training? That’s on you, bestie. Socialization? Also your department. She needs to meet people, dogs, cats, kids, weird noises, strange surfaces, and yes — that suspicious trash can that appears out of nowhere and insults puppies everywhere. Training? You guessed it — all you. Daisy is not secretly studying obedience theory in her spare time. She’s a blank slate. A tiny sponge. A fluffy little project with big potential. With consistency, patience, and a sense of humor, she’ll grow into the kind of dog who can go places, behave politely, and make you look like you know what you’re doing. Daisy is sweet, eager, and full of heart — the kind of puppy who, with the right guidance, turns into someone’s once-in-a-lifetime dog. And honestly? She’s already well on her way. Daisy Pup is ready to steal your heart, and probably your entire camera roll. If you feel this girl belongs with you, you do, in fact, have to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app . No, you cannot just declare “she’s mine” in the comments. Yes, we promise it’s worth it. Once you apply, we’ll send your application along to her foster family so they can help decide if you’re Daisy’s happily-ever-after. And finally — logistics, because love still requires a pickup plan — Daisy’s future family will need to pick her up in Skiatook, OK.

Meet Humphrey Bogart, a puppy so offensively nice it feels suspicious. Like… are we sure he’s real? Because this man has the temperament of a golden retriever-shaped hug and the moral compass of someone who returns their shopping cart every single time. His name suggests brooding mystery, trench coats, and dramatic pauses… and what we actually got is a sentient marshmallow who believes personal space is a myth and affection is a full-time job. Is he pretty much perfect? Honestly… yes. And we hate that for everyone else, because now the bar has been set unreasonably high. Humphrey Bogart is proof that sometimes the universe just drops a flawless, golden-hearted baby into your life and says, “Good luck ever finding another dog like this again.” Humphrey Bogart is a 4–5 month old, 54-lb male Great Pyrenees. Yes. Fifty-four. Pounds At four months old. Please take a moment to sit with that information. This means the large, fluffy unit you see before you is merely the preview. He will, in fact, double in size. So if 54 lbs is already flirting with your upper limit, Humphrey politely asks that you keep scrolling and save everyone the heartbreak. Because while he is the biggest teddy bear you’ll ever meet, he will never understand that he is big. He does not know his “big booty” blocks doorways. He does not believe physics applies to him. He is fully convinced he fits in laps. He does not. He will try anyway. Now for the part where we sigh deeply at humanity. Humphrey came to us from the shelter, which already feels impossible given that he is essentially a living stuffed animal. Humphrey Bogart does not meet other dogs — instead, he immediately enrolls them in a lifelong friendship contract. No warm-up period. No awkward sniff-and-decide phase. Just straight to “hi, I love you, what are we doing for the rest of our lives?” Cats? Humphrey has already proven he can coexist peacefully with the tiny, sharp-clawed overlords of the household. He stayed in the kitty room at the shelter. He treats cats like magical creatures he is honored to be near. The purrinators approve. New people? Please. Humphrey does not believe in strangers. Everyone he meets is instantly his best friend, and he would like to confirm this by giving them kisses immediately. There is no suspicion, no hesitation, no “let me think about you.” You have hands? You are friend. You exist? Also friend. Humphrey Bogart operates at a solid 4 out of 10 on the energy scale, which, in Great Pyrenees terms, means he is not here to run marathons. He is here to vibe, supervise, and then lie down dramatically somewhere nearby. Adventure dog or homebody? Humphrey’s true passion is being wherever his people are. New things don’t scare him, the world isn’t overwhelming, and he’s impressively well-adjusted for a literal infant. He’s not reckless, not fearful — just calmly curious and happy to be included. Water play? He has not yet experienced the liquid version, but snow? Snow is elite. Five stars. Would recommend. Toys? Yes. Big fan. Temperament-wise, Humphrey is… absurdly easy. Free-roaming the house. Minimal chewing. Mostly naps, toys, and quiet happiness. He is the kind of puppy that makes you double-check if you accidentally adopted a much older dog in a baby body. Sweet, gentle, unproblematic, and offensively good. He would love a fenced space to waddle around, investigate things at his own pace, and then lie down to think about them. Potty training with Humphrey is going… optimistically. Crate training exists. He does not love it. He does not hate it. He tolerates it the way someone tolerates a dentist waiting room — dramatic sighs, mild disappointment, but ultimately compliant. Barking-wise, Humphrey is a communicator. He likes to share his opinions, and in the car he will occasionally sing along to music like a soulful backup vocalist — until he abruptly falls asleep mid-song. It’s performance art. And here’s the honest truth: Humphrey is a giant love bug who is physically incapable of being anything but nice. He is trying so hard to do everything right. He wants to please, he wants to be good, and he wants to love you with his whole enormous body. So here’s the deal: if you’re looking for a giant, gentle, emotionally stable teddy bear who loves everyone, tries his absolute best, and will one day double in size while still believing he belongs in your lap — Humphrey Bogart is your guy. So here’s the deal: if you’re looking for a giant, gentle, emotionally stable teddy bear who loves everyone, tries his absolute best, and will one day double in size while still believing he belongs in your lap — Humphrey Bogart is your guy. If you think you might be ready for that level of goodness (and that level of dog), go ahead and fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app . That’s the only way we can send your info to his foster family — psychic vibes, comments saying “INTERESTED,” and manifesting in the group unfortunately do not count. And yes, you will need to pick him up in Midwest City, OK, because while Humphrey is many things, he is not a mail-order puppy and does not come with free shipping. Adopt Humphrey. Fall in love. Accept that your couch, your personal space, and your heart will never be the same.

*Warning: may cause instant emotional attachment.* My name is Sugar. I may be on the smaller side compared to my siblings (think compact marshmallow), but don’t let my fun-size stature fool you—I can absolutely zoom when the mood strikes. I enjoy a good run, a solid play session, maybe a brief moment of athleticism… and then I’m done. I will be over there. Laying down. By myself. Reflecting. Because unlike some puppies, I know when it’s time to clock out and recharge. Basically, I’m the perfect balance of playful puppy energy and soft, sweet, cuddle-first temperament. So if you’re looking for a dog who’s sweet without being wild, playful without being overwhelming, and snuggly without shame—congrats. You found me. I’m Sugar. And I absolutely live up to the name. 🍬💛 I am a 3–4 month old, 22-lb male Great Pyrenees mix, proud member of the Brew Crew (yes, we’re a thing, yes, we’re adorable). My siblings and I didn’t exactly have the smoothest start to life. We were found abandoned, which is rude, frankly, but luckily a very kind Good Samaritan stepped in and kept us safe. They loved us, but couldn’t keep us long-term, so they did the absolute best thing possible and handed us over to PPFT so we could find our real forever homes. Okay… deep breath. Here’s the part of my story that’s quieter—and heavier. At some point before I was rescued, I fractured my leg. We don’t know exactly how it happened—maybe I was hit by a car, maybe it was blunt force trauma—but what we do know is that it happened when I didn’t have anyone to keep me safe. No comfort. No vet. Just a baby puppy trying to survive. By the time kind humans stepped in, my leg had already started healing on its own. Which sounds hopeful—and it is—but it also means I walked around injured for who knows how long because there was no one there to help me sooner. The good news is the X-rays show it’s healing well, and because I’m still growing, the vet believes my leg should continue to correct itself with time. So, while I may walk around with a bit of a limp, I am one tough cookiNow we’re safe, growing, learning how to puppy properly, and waiting for our happily-ever-afters like the soft, fluffy protagonists we are. I’ve taken this opportunity to lean fully into my strengths: sweetness, snuggles, emotional availability, and being carried like a baby. Oh, other dogs? Yes. Big fan. Huge. Five stars. I love other dogs. Love them. Adore them. Will absolutely run, wrestle, tumble, and engage in highly competitive puppy WWE matches with them. I am enthusiastic, joyful, and fully committed to playtime. And then—because I am emotionally mature and in touch with my limits—I will be the first one to say, “Okay, that was fun, I’m done now,” and wander off to take a nap. So officially, my relationship status with cats is “unknown.” What I can tell you is that I’m generally a pretty chill dude with a solid off switch and a strong appreciation for minding my own business. But until I meet a cat and receive my formal evaluation (likely via intense staring), this remains an unanswered chapter in my autobiography. Kids? Yes. Specifically teenagers—the tall ones who move fast, make noise, and think they’re very cool. I haven’t tested the tiny, grabby human category yet, so my experience is limited to the older models. But with teens? I was chill, well-mannered, and didn’t embarrass myself even once. A solid performance, if I do say so myself. Ah, the age-old question: adventurer or homebody? Let's see, I absolutely love to play. I run. I zoom. I participate enthusiastically in all activities that involve legs, grass, or other dogs also running for no clear reason. I’m in it. I commit. I give 110%. And then—when my work is done—I love a good, hard nap. So could I be an adventure-seeker? Sure. Am I a homebody? Also yes. I believe in balance. Now, let’s talk snuggles. I love them. Deeply. I enjoy being held like a baby. Cradled. Carried. Rocked. If you scoop me up, I will immediately turn into a melted marshmallow and pretend I was born to be carried everywhere. No shame. Zero. And yes, I currently am healing from a fracture in my leg, but before you get sad—don’t. I’m tough as nails. I’m handling it like a champ, barely complaining, and honestly acting like this is just a minor inconvenience in my otherwise very busy schedule of being adorable and emotionally supportive. So in summary: I’m sweet, small-ish, soft-hearted, quietly confident, wildly snuggly, and apparently resilient enough to star in my own inspirational montage. If you’re looking for a gentle soul with puppy playfulness, calm vibes, and the strength of a tiny warrior wrapped in fluff…I am totally him. Now, a quick note for my future family—because transparency is important and I respect informed decision-making. I am a puppy. A baby. A literal child. Which means certain things will be your responsibility, not mine. For example: Potty training — I am not born knowing where your bathroom boundaries are. Training — I have a very good brain, but it needs guidance, consistency, and snacks. Yes, lots of snacks. Socialization — it’s your job to show me the world so I can grow up confident, polite, and brag-worthy. Like make your grandma want to take me home with her brag worthy. Puppy proofing — if you leave it within reach, that’s on you. I don't know what you are emotionally attached to yet. Help me become the kind of dog who makes you feel like you absolutely nailed this whole dog-parent thing. I’ll bring the sweetness, the cuddles, the resilience, and the charm. You bring the structure, the patience, and treats. Deal? 🐾💛 And now, the part where you stop scrolling, sigh dramatically, and say, “Okay fine, we’ll apply.” All I ask is that you fill out an adoption application at pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so PPFT can send it over to my very important foster family (they’re kind of a big deal). Then you’ll come pick me up in Norman, OK, where I will calmly and politely change your entire life. No pressure. Okay—some pressure. But the good kind. The “wow we really lucked out” kind. Apply responsibly. Love Sugar. 🐾💛