Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma

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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.

Say hello to Jorgia! Jorgia looks like someone tucked a very kind soul into a soft black-and-white fur coat, added four little white socks, and gave her eyebrows capable of asking, “Did you have a hard day, sweetheart?” At 2.5 years old and 55 pounds, she is a female Great Pyrenees mix—or perhaps a beloved storybook character who wandered off the page because she heard someone nearby might need a friend. Jorgia is sweet, happy, curious, affectionate, adaptable, and eager to be included. She has the personality of a friendly neighbor who noticed you carrying groceries and is already halfway across the yard to help, except Jorgia’s version of helping will probably involve sniffing every bag and standing directly where you need to walk. She approaches life with the enthusiasm of someone who has never paid taxes, read the news, or discovered that “a quick errand” is a lie. 📍 Pickup Location: Skiatook, OK -Adopter will need to pick up in person if approved. We do not do transports. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app She originally worked as a livestock guardian, but when her family no longer had livestock and welcomed a premature baby, life changed in ways no one could have predicted. With no herd left to watch and less time available for her, Jorgia became bored and lonely. Her family knew she deserved more companionship, training, and involvement than they could give her, so this sweet girl came to us in search of a new place to belong. Jorgia’s foster describes her as a dog who seems genuinely delighted to discover that life contains things. Walks? We have those?! Car rides? You’re saying the house can move?! Air-conditioning? Apparently humanity has been hiding its finest achievement from her this entire time. So many ordinary experiences are brand-new to Jorgia, and she greets each one like a Victorian child seeing electricity for the first time. You can practically watch the little lightbulb appear over her beautifully concerned eyebrows: “Wait…we’re allowed to enjoy this?” People are Jorgia’s favorite discovery so far. She loves meeting new humans and warms up quickly, because if you have arrived anywhere within her general vicinity, she is reasonably certain you came specifically to admire her. Please do not embarrass yourself by suggesting otherwise. She has been wonderful with the teenagers in her foster home and is especially fond of the 17-year-old, whose room she has apparently identified as an excellent place to conduct important hanging-out business. Her foster believes her loving, gentle nature would also make her a wonderful companion for younger children. With other dogs, Jorgia prefers to complete a brief background check before approving them for friendship. She may spend the first few days observing, settling in, and determining whether the new canine has acceptable vibes, good references, and a history of respecting personal space. Once the review process is complete, however, she is all in—playing, interacting, and happily joining the group. She currently lives with multiple dogs and does wonderfully with them, so she is not antisocial; she simply does not hand out Best Friend bracelets in the parking lot. Cats receive a much shorter application process. Jorgia likes to give them one thorough introductory sniff, presumably to verify that they are, in fact, cats. Once this investigation is complete, she loses interest and allows them to return to their regularly scheduled program of silent judgment. Jorgia has a perfectly reasonable energy level of about 5 out of 10. She is not training for an ultramarathon, nor has she fused permanently to the couch like an old piece of chewing gum. She enjoys activity and is quickly developing a fondness for going places, but she also deeply appreciates returning home afterward to relax with her people in the air-conditioning. She is an adventure seeker with the soul of a woman who booked the excursion primarily because the hotel advertised excellent climate control. Her first leash walk was a particularly important moment. Initially, Jorgia appeared confused by the entire arrangement. Why was she attached to a human? Was this a team-building exercise? Had either party received proper training? Then the realization arrived: wearing the leash meant she could simply leave the property and go investigate the world. Since that revelation, she has walked beautifully, happily sniffing, exploring, and taking in the scenery like a small-town tourist who has just discovered outlet malls. She is equally agreeable about car rides. Jorgia may need a little guidance to understand that you would like her to get into the vehicle, but once the request has been clarified, she happily climbs aboard and assumes her official position as Certified Passenger Princess. She rides beautifully and is perfectly content to let her human handle navigation, traffic, and all other tedious administrative matters. Jorgia provides morale. Toys, fetch, and water have not impressed her. Humanity apparently invented air-conditioning, automobiles, couches, and neighborhood walks, yet somehow expected her to become excited about a soggy tennis ball. Jorgia has reviewed the available recreational options and chosen experiences over objects. She would rather go somewhere with you, see something new, and then come home to lounge in refrigerated comfort. Back at home, her résumé becomes almost suspiciously impressive. Jorgia is potty trained, knows “sit,” does well in a kennel, rarely—if ever—barks, doesn’t chew inappropriate things, has shown no resource guarding, and apparently skipped the entire unit on mischief. She also has no known fears, dramatic overreactions, or escape-artist ambitions. Basically, while other dogs are launching themselves over fences and filing formal complaints about the vacuum cleaner, Jorgia is indoors wearing her little socks and wondering when everyone plans to sit down together. She sleeps peacefully in her crate in the sunroom near the other foster dogs and stays there when her foster family is away. She is also willing to get on the couch, because Jorgia may be new to indoor family life, but she is not foolish. One does not discover upholstered furniture and then voluntarily return to the floor. Her ideal home is less about the building and more about the people inside it. A fenced yard would be lovely, but she could also do well in an apartment or a home without one as long as she receives regular walks. She can live happily with dogs when given a few patient days to settle in, does well with cats, loves people, and would likely enjoy having children to adore. Jorgia is wonderfully adaptable and seems ready to embrace whichever version of family life is offered—as long as she is not expected to admire it from a distance. More than anything, Jorgia wants to be included. She spent her earlier life watching over livestock from outside, and now she is discovering that dogs can ride in cars, sleep in cool rooms, sit on couches, explore neighborhoods, and simply exist beside the people they love. Every new experience seems to bring that same sweet little expression: “Oh! I get to do this too?” If you’re looking for a gentle, joyful girl who loves people, walks beautifully on a leash, rides like a professional Passenger Princess, respects cats, can happily join a dog family after a proper introduction, and considers central air one of civilization’s greatest achievements, Jorgia may be your girl. She will bring sweetness, companionship, excellent eyebrows, and enough quiet supervision to ensure you never again complete a household task without an audience. To adopt Jorgia, please fill out an adoption application so we can send it to her foster family. This is the important part where interested humans must demonstrate that they can complete a form. Jorgia believes in you, although her eyebrows do appear mildly concerned. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app 📍 Pickup Location: Skiatook, Oklahoma If approved, Jorgia’s adopter must travel to Skiatook to pick her up. She cannot be shipped, teleported, launched from a T-shirt cannon, or delivered by a flock of highly organized livestock. The good news is that your drive home will include one extremely sweet, formally dressed little passenger discovering that she finally gets to go home too.

Say hello to Cleo! Cleo is what would happen if a chocolate-and-vanilla cupcake developed excellent manners, grew four legs and began smiling at everyone like she was running for mayor. She is an 8-month-old, 40-pound female Great Pyrenees mix, probably with Border Collie—although there appears to be a generous scoop of marshmallow fluff, a sprinkle of Disney sidekick and perhaps one extremely pleasant receptionist somewhere in the bloodline. 📍 Pickup Location: Norman, OK -Adopter will need to pick up in person if approved. We do not do transports. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Her foster describes her as super sweet, calm and beautifully mannered. At an age when many puppies are living like unsupervised fraternity pledges—stealing socks, licking electrical outlets and making decisions nobody’s security deposit can survive—Cleo is apparently choosing peace. She has the soothing presence of a weighted blanket, the gentle disposition of someone’s favorite preschool teacher and the sunny little smile of a person who has never opened an unexpected bill. Cleo’s ideal home, according to her foster, is “a house with a pool.” Not because she has expensive taste, obviously. She would also graciously accept a plastic doggy pool, a large outdoor water dish or any container capable of becoming a puddle if approached with sufficient enthusiasm. Cleo LOVES water. She splashes, stomps and wallows around like a tiny suburban hippo who just discovered the country club lifestyle. Give this girl a pool and she will immediately begin living like a retired woman in Florida whose only appointments are water aerobics and lunch. Despite her generally calm demeanor indoors, Cleo clocks in around a 7/10 on the energy scale when it’s time to play. She loves running around the yard, playing with toys and romping with other dogs. She’s even surprisingly gentle with puppies, which is impressive considering puppies tend to approach personal boundaries like tiny drunk coworkers at an office Christmas party. Cleo likes dogs of all sizes, although she may snap at a smaller dog if human food is involved and she believes they are receiving benefits not included in her compensation package. She usually thinks she is starving—even immediately after eating—because apparently her stomach has the memory span of a goldfish and the legal team of a major corporation. Cats remain an unanswered question. Cleo has been around teenagers, but we don’t have enough information yet to declare her the official president of the youth council. With new people, Cleo is extremely shy. She isn’t going to march into a room, distribute friendship bracelets and begin networking. Her social strategy is closer to that of a Victorian child entering a ballroom for the first time: observe quietly, assume everything may be haunted and wait for proof that nobody intends to make her participate in a group activity. She has visited her foster’s office and was very skittish at first, but once she realized the people were safe, she began enjoying their attention and accepting pets. That is Cleo’s pattern—she needs time, patience and the freedom to approach people when she is ready. Once she decides you belong in her trusted circle, the shy little wallflower turns into a sweet snugglebug who would very much like to discuss why your hands are not currently petting her. Cleo is mostly a homebody right now. She may eventually enjoy adventures once she feels safer and more confident, but she is not presently requesting a packed social calendar, matching hiking gear or brunch reservations on a crowded patio. Her leash skills are, in the most diplomatic terms available, a disaster. She is still very skittish out and about, so walks currently feel less like a peaceful neighborhood stroll and more like escorting a suspicious woodland creature through customs. She’ll need someone patient who will help her build confidence slowly, without expecting her to wake up on Tuesday and suddenly become an REI catalog model. She can crawl into the car by herself, and once aboard, she either gazes out the window or lies down. No dramatic singing, no attempts to take control of the steering wheel and no demands that you stop at every drive-thru. She simply settles in and contemplates the passing scenery. At home, Cleo is sweet, playful and surprisingly easygoing. She enjoys toys and theoretically understands fetch. She is happy to chase the object; returning it is where the two of you appear to have developed different contractual interpretations. You threw it away, Cleo retrieved it for herself, and she sees no reason to repeat your mistake. Honestly, her position is legally compelling. She also loves to chew, but she is generally not destructive. She calmly entertains herself with appropriate items, although an unattended shoe may occasionally be selected for an unauthorized quality-control inspection. She isn’t especially mischievous, doesn’t attempt elaborate escapes and only barks sometimes while outside. Potty training is currently in the “mostly, but please remain involved in the process” stage. Cleo usually goes outside, but she doesn’t reliably alert when she needs to go. A consistent schedule is important. Cleo likes relaxing in her kennel as long as the door remains open. Closing it when she has decided she is finished causes her to file a formal complaint regarding unlawful fluffy imprisonment. More than anything, Cleo needs a patient family who understands that trust cannot be rushed. A securely fenced yard is important because she is still skittish and will need a safe place to play while she adjusts. She isn’t the dog who will arrive, immediately greet the entire neighborhood and begin hosting game night. She is the dog who will quietly study you, slowly decide you are safe and then reveal that beneath all that caution is an affectionate, playful, water-obsessed little sweetheart who has been waiting for permission to exhale. Give Cleo time, kindness and a predictable home, and you won’t simply watch her personality emerge—you’ll get the privilege of becoming one of the reasons she keeps smiling. If Cleo sounds like your kind of girl, please fill out an adoption application so we can send it to her foster family. Posting “I want her!” in the comments is emotionally enthusiastic, but administratively useless. We admire the passion; the application is still where the paperwork lives. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app 📍 Cleo is being fostered in Norman, Oklahoma. If approved, her adopter must travel to Norman to pick her up. Cleo will not be shipped, delivered by stork or launched toward your home via an elaborate system of fluffy pulleys. You must come meet her, collect your smiling little water goblin and personally begin the journey home together.

🚨 INTRODUCING: ELPHABA (yes, like the green one, but fluffier and slightly less dramatic) 🚨 (AKA: Ollie, Queen of Zoomies and Stretchy Naps™) Are you looking for a calm, quiet couch potato who spends her days napping peacefully and contemplating the meaning of life? Cool, so are we. You just won’t find her here. Elphaba is a high-energy, happy-go-lucky whirlwind of joy wrapped in fluff and curiosity. She wakes up each day like she’s just had a motivational speech from a toddler in a superhero cape. She wants to see things. Do things. Sniff things. Preferably all at once. She’s got a PhD in Inquisitiveness, a minor in Zoomies, and she specializes in “Stretchy Naps” — where she elongates her body to impossible dimensions and melts into the floor like butter on a summer sidewalk. If you’ve ever wanted a personal life coach who reminds you that the world is FULL of stuff to explore, Elphaba’s your girl. This 8-month-old, 45lb Great Pyrenees mix has all the makings of a star: high energy, endless curiosity, and an enthusiastic approach to life that includes investigating every corner of your house and then dramatically collapsing in a heap like she just finished a three-act play. Elphaba is what happens when you mix joy, caffeine, and curiosity into one big squishy marshmallow. She's absolutely happy-go-lucky, armed with endless energy and a nose that must investigate everything. Her previous adopters realized they weren’t quite ready for the full Elpahaba experience (puppy energy, grooming needs, you know—the usual fluffy gremlin stuff), so they’re kindly fostering her until she finds the right forever home. In the meantime, she’ll be perfecting her nap stretches and collecting squeaky toys like awards. Elphaba fancies herself a socialite, which is great… unless you’re her older foster sister who just wants to nap without being tackled by 45 pounds of optimism. She absolutely thrives in a multi-dog home—as long as the other dogs don’t mind having their personal space routinely violated by someone who’s just so excited to be here. She means no harm, really. She’ll happily trade her pestering for a plush toy the moment you wave one in front of her face. It’s less “bully” and more “golden retriever in a toddler’s body.” As for cats? We haven’t tested her yet, so for now we’re going to assume she’d either try to adopt them… or accidentally cause a household mutiny. Jury’s still out. Tiny humans? She’s been around them all—from babies to older kids and even a child with special needs—and she’s handled it like a champ. She thinks kids are just funny-looking puppies with snacks and sticky fingers, and honestly? She wants in. Occasionally, she needs a gentle reminder to give the youngest some space, but she’s all love and just wants to be part of the gang. New people are her jam. She greets strangers like long-lost friends, often with the kind of enthusiasm normally reserved for surprise pizza deliveries. After she’s gotten in a few full-body wiggles and a sniff or two, she settles into her “I’m your new best friend” role like it was made for her. Basically, if you’re not into extroverts who love kids, dogs, toys, and literally everyone they’ve ever met… you might want to keep scrolling. If Elphaba’s energy level were a mix of animals, she’d be somewhere between a curious fox and a golden retriever who just discovered tennis balls. She’s not bouncing off the walls 24/7—but she’s no slouch either. We’d give her a solid 8 out of 10 on the energy scale, but it’s the kind of energy that says, “I’d love a backyard adventure… but I also nap like it’s a competitive sport.” She’s got just enough oomph to keep things interesting without making you question all your life choices. In the car, she starts out like a cracked-out Jack-in-the-box, bouncing from seat to seat like she’s checking for treasure. But give her a towel, a solid five minutes, and the vague hope of snacks, and she settles down like a seasoned road-tripper. Long drives? She’s golden. On leash? Believe it or not, this girl has manners. After some good ol’ leash training, she walks like she’s campaigning for neighborhood mayor—confident, polite, and maybe just a little nosey. She’s not dragging you to Mordor or pancaking in protest. She’s just vibing. As for her sense of adventure? She’s still deciding. One minute she’s channeling Dora the Explorer, determined to sniff every inch of the yard, and the next she’s doing her best impersonation of a throw pillow. Right now, we’d classify her as a young, mildly adventurous, and super inquisitive soul. Temperament-wise, she’s the happy-go-lucky golden retriever spirit stuffed into a Great Pyrenees mix body and a strong passion for whatever you’re doing, plus whatever she’s doing, plus whatever might be happening three houses over. She is the dog equivalent of “Yes, and?”—always ready to jump into the next activity with unearned confidence and full tail-wag commitment. Her hobbies? Oh, honey. She is the reigning queen of plush toy destruction. Got a new stuffed squeaky friend? Not for long. She will lovingly carry it to her lair (aka the living room) and perform emergency fluff removal like it’s her life’s mission. Her toy basket is her pride and joy, and yes, she does know when a new toy has entered the premises. She’s not here for apartment life. She absolutely needs a fenced yard to burn off the crazy, no offense to your patio, but Elphaba needs a real yard to thrive. That said, she’s happiest when her day includes a good walk where she can pretend she’s starring in an indie film and sniff every leaf like it’s a potential Oscar winner. In short: Elphaba is your girl if you want a hilarious, high-energy fluffball with equal parts fun, charm, and cuddle. And if you’ve got a sense of humor, a fenced yard, and a plush toy budget, she’s ready to move in. Elphaba? Potty trained like a pro, thank you very much. She knows the difference between your living room rug and the great outdoors, and she’s not about to embarrass herself with any rookie mistakes. At night, she puts herself to bed like the responsible adult she absolutely isn’t the rest of the day. Her crate? Oh, she loves it—treats it like a spa retreat with memory foam. During the day though? She’s out and about living her best uncrated life, supervising your every move like the nosey fluffball she is. Now, let’s talk puppy-proofing—because while Elphaba may sleep like an angel and pee where she’s supposed to, don’t let that fluffy innocence fool you. She’s still very much a puppy. So yes, your house will need to be puppy-proofed unless you enjoy living dangerously. Think of her as a tiny home inspector, but instead of making notes, she just drags the evidence under the bed. Elphaba isn’t exactly the neighborhood gossip. In fact, she’s more of the “silent observer who’s secretly judging everything” type. She rarely barks—like, rarely—and when she does, it’s usually just because her foster sister decided to kick off the drama first. She's not out here announcing every Amazon delivery or wind-blown leaf like she’s on HOA patrol. Inside the house? Practically mute. It’s almost suspicious how quiet she is… like she’s planning something. But rest assured, it’s probably just which toy she’s going to disembowel next. So, if you’ve made it this far and you’re still thinking, “Yes, I do want a plushie-shredding, nap-stretching, low-key genius in a floofy disguise,” then congratulations—you might just be Elphaba’s person. But fair warning: she doesn’t come with a delivery option. You’ll need to physically transport yourself to Tahlequah, Oklahoma to collect your new favorite roommate. No broomsticks, no flying monkeys—just you, a car, and an adoption application. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Go ahead. Adopt the floof. Your throw pillows were getting too comfortable anyway.

Introducing Willis—an 80-pound, 5-year-old Great Pyrenees, possible Golden Retriever mix who has the general demeanor of a Costco-sized teddy bear, a Southern grandpa sitting on the porch watching the neighborhood, and a warm dinner roll all rolled into one extremely large dog. 😂🤍 📍 Pickup Location: Oklahoma City, Oklahoma -Adopters are responsible for picking their new dog up in person. Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Willis’s story with us actually started five years ago when he was just a tiny pup. Unfortunately, sometimes life changes in ways no one planned for. He was adopted by a family and spent the next five years exactly where we hoped he would—home, loved, and part of someone’s life. His former adopter tried hard to make things work and keep Willis with the family he had always known, but eventually it became clear that their circumstances simply weren’t going to allow that. So they made the incredibly difficult decision to surrender Willis back to us and trust us to find their big, gentle boy a new place to call home. So now, at 5 years old, Willis is starting a chapter he never expected to need. Thankfully, he brought along the most important things from his first one: a ridiculously gentle heart, a whole lot of love to give, and approximately 80 pounds of himself to plop directly into the middle of somebody else’s happily ever after. 🤍 Willis is calm. Willis is gentle. Willis meets people like a man who has been working customer service for 37 years and somehow still genuinely likes the public. He’s basically the canine equivalent of walking into Grandma’s house and immediately being handed a blanket, a snack, and the overwhelming feeling that everything is probably going to be okay. So really, Willis is less “dog” and more emotional-support baked potato with legs. 😂 Now, if Willis had any say in what happens next, he would like his new home to understand that he is five years old, emotionally mature, and no longer interested in participating in activities that seem unnecessarily strenuous. His energy level is a 3/10, which means Willis wakes up each morning with roughly the same enthusiasm for cardio as a middle-aged dad on vacation. He’ll go for a walk. He does perfectly fine on a leash. He’ll inspect the yard. He may even occasionally attempt to play with another dog. But are we throwing a tennis ball 47 times? Absolutely not. Willis does not play fetch. He does not care about toys. He does not enjoy playing in water. Somewhere along the way, this man looked at the entire recreational dog activity catalog and checked “I would actually just like to hang out.” Willis is a HOMEbody. Capital H. His dream Saturday involves being wherever his people are, receiving an unreasonable amount of petting, and supervising household activities he has absolutely no intention of assisting with. Doing laundry? Willis can supervise. Watching Netflix? Willis has trained extensively for this. Taking a nap? FINALLY, an activity where he can contribute. Decided everyone should go hiking and kayaking? Willis regrets choosing this family. He loves people and apparently missed the Great Pyrenees orientation where they explained that strangers are supposed to be treated with at least some suspicion. Willis sees a new person and essentially reacts like Grandma just spotted somebody who hasn’t eaten yet. There is no lengthy warming-up period. No mysterious brooding from across the room. This 80-pound man would like to greet the public. He can get adorably excited when one of his favorite people appears, and his chosen celebration is to jump straight into the air. Not onto you. Just... vertically. Like a very large piece of toast unexpectedly popping out of the toaster. Willis is also potty trained, doesn’t chew things he shouldn’t, hasn’t shown any resource guarding, is generally very quiet, and apparently doesn’t even get on the couch. His one strongly worded complaint concerns kennels. Willis does NOT enjoy going into one, and once placed inside, he will file his grievance loudly and repeatedly. Considering this is otherwise a very quiet dog, we can only assume his official position is: “I have been an excellent employee and will NOT be returning to cubicle life.” He also becomes very attached to his favorite people and isn’t particularly thrilled when they leave him behind. Willis isn't looking for a family so he can occasionally acknowledge their existence from another room. This is a man who wants companionship. He wants his people nearby. He wants affection. He wants to belong again. Another medium-to-large dog could be perfectly fine—he generally coexists peacefully with other dogs and occasionally decides they're worth playing with—but he doesn't need a canine roommate. He would also be perfectly happy accepting the position of Only Child Who Receives All Available Scritches. Willis is incredibly gentle, but he'd prefer children old enough to understand that his fur is attached to his body and he is not, despite compelling visual evidence, a Build-A-Bear. Mostly, though, Willis is ridiculously easy to love. He's calm. He's trusting. He's gentle with everyone he meets. He doesn't need someone to entertain him every waking second or plan an itinerary worthy of a cruise director. He just wants to be near his people. After spending five years believing he'd already found the family he'd grow old with, Willis isn't asking for some spectacular second act. He'd probably be perfectly content with a quiet house, a securely fenced yard, someone who thinks an 80-pound shadow is a perfectly reasonable home accessory, and a person who will look at him one day and say: “You're home, Willis. You don't have to start over again.” 🤍 Now, if you've made it this far thinking: “OH MY GOD. WILLIS IS PERFECT. I NEED HIM.” Wonderful. We love this journey for you. However, screaming “MINE!” into the Facebook comments does not constitute a legally binding adoption agreement. Neither does tagging your spouse. Neither does sending us a message that says, “Is he available?” Neither does telling Willis through your phone screen that you're his new mother. There is, tragically, paperwork involved. You'll need to fill out an adoption application so we can send it over to Willis's foster family. They are the people currently living with this magnificent 80-pound loaf, so they'll review applications and help determine which family looks like the best match for him. And before anyone falls hopelessly in love and then discovers Oklahoma is inconveniently not located 20 minutes from their house: 📍 Willis is being fostered in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. His adopter will need to personally travel to Oklahoma City to pick him up. We do not ship Willis. We do not FedEx Willis. We cannot put a postage stamp on his forehead and tell him Godspeed. And while he is roughly the dimensions of a small loveseat, Wayfair will not be handling delivery. If you live out of state, you are absolutely welcome to apply—you just need to be willing to make the road trip yourself if you're chosen.