Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Coweta, Oklahoma

Baby (formerly Hall) was adopted at nearly 4 months old. Much loved and cared for over the last 3 years, his size and adopters health issues have brought him back to us. He is now in boarding and is terrified. Everything is new and loud. There are strangers everywhere. Once away from the chaos, he is sweet and affectionate. He wants love and comfort. He breaks my heart because he only wanted me to touch him. Reassure him. He needs a foster or adopter. Baby Hall is good with kids and dogs, crate trained, housebroken, seems good on a leash. Legacy of Hope provides everything you need to foster. Message us for a foster or adoption application.

Meet Guinevere, the dog who’s mastered the art of balance—because why pick one mood when you can be both? She’ll spend her day running around like a zoomie master, then flop down and demand a cuddle like she’s earned a gold medal in napping. She’s basically the canine equivalent of someone who goes to the gym for an intense workout and then treats themselves to an entire pizza. Play, cuddle, repeat—she’s got it all figured out. Meet Guinevere, a 5-month-old, 30-pound-ish Great Pyrenees mix, who somehow ended up in the shelter with her brothers, Lancelot and King Arthur—because clearly, the world wasn’t ready for this much royalty. She’s a social butterfly, getting along with every dog she meets, especially Ellie, who seems to be her partner in crime for outdoor playtime. Guinevere will try her best to get Blake, the old man, to join in the fun, but he’s firmly set on his “I’m too old for this” stance. As for the cat? Oh, she’s absolutely sure they’ll be besties—if only the cat wasn’t so “uninterested” in her relentless attempts at friendship. Ah, kids. Guinevere hasn’t met any yet, but we can only imagine how that would go. With her blend of endless energy and an obliviousness to her own size, she’s probably under the impression that children are just small, wobbly playmates waiting to be wrestled into a game of let’s see who can run the fastest. Guinevere has really leveled up her social game! She’s now a pro at meeting new people, though don’t expect her to rush in like she’s auditioning for a role in a greeting card. She might give a little "let me size you up" space at first, but once she’s done analyzing you for potential snack-sharing or belly-rubbing opportunities, she’ll stroll over, give a quick sniff, and allow the petting to commence. Guinevere’s energy level is about a 7 out of 10—think a moderately enthusiastic kangaroo meets a slightly overstimulated border collie. She’s not wild but definitely ready to go full-speed ahead when the mood strikes. As for leash walking, she’s come a long way. Gone are the days when she treated the leash like it was a medieval torture device. Now, she still pulls a bit, but not enough to drag you down the street. She loves going outside, as long as it’s somewhere familiar. New places with lots of people? Not exactly her idea of a good time. But the more we expose her, the more she adjusts... it just takes time, but at heart, she’s a homebody. She’s got typical puppy energy—sporadic bursts of running and playing until she collapses in a heap of tiredness. Once she's done burning off steam, she’s totally down for a snuggle or a bone to chew. And, of course, no day is complete without a few "I demand pets now" moments, which she’ll initiate by literally pawing at you like she’s auditioning for a role in The Lion King. As for her ideal living situation? A securely fenced yard, because what’s a puppy without a private playground? She’d really love that over the whole "apartment life" thing. Regular leash walks? Well, she’ll tolerate it, but it's definitely not her first choice. Guinevere is potty trained… as long as you’re on your A-game with the schedule. You know, no big deal, just a casual reminder that puppies need structure. Guinevere’s kennel game is pretty solid—she’ll happily settle in for naps and bedtime like it’s her personal luxury suite. However, if you're eating food nearby, prepare for a little vocal protest. Apparently, she believes that she should be the center of attention when meals are involved. She’ll also let you know the second the sun dares to rise. The moment the light hits, she’s up and at ‘em, ready for the most important events of the day: potty time and breakfast. Because, obviously, if the sun is out, bedtime is clearly over and it's time to start the day like the regal princess she is. Ready to welcome Guinevere into your life? Of course you are. All you need to do is fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app —because who doesn’t love paperwork, right? Once we get that step out of the way, we’ll send it over to her foster family. And don’t forget, you’ll need to pick her up in Fort Sill, OK. Because, despite what you might think, we’re not in the business of teleporting puppies... yet. So, go ahead, make your life a little more interesting and fluffy by adopting her today.

Do you like really fluffy dogs? Like the kind of fluff you can lose your car keys in, mistake for a yeti, or use as an emergency pillow in case of sudden naptime? Well, then you are going to worship this boy. He is royalty, he is majestic, he is basically a walking cloud with opinions, and he has graciously decided that he is ready to go home with you—if you prove yourself worthy, of course. King Arthur is a 12-week-old Great Pyrenees mix, and yes, you read that right—King Arthur. Not just any commoner, but true canine royalty. He’s already mastered the art of regal lounging, dramatic sighs, and gazing upon his subjects (you) with benevolent judgment. He gets along well with other dogs and kids, likely tolerating them as his loyal subjects, provided they don’t challenge his reign. As for cats? He hasn’t officially met any yet, but given his royal status, we assume he’d bestow upon them the legendary side-eye of disapproval before strutting away, fully aware that he alone rules this kingdom. Bow before your new fluffy overlord—he might allow you to adopt him. King Arthur, in all his royal glory, is a young nobleman with medium energy—meaning he enjoys a good adventure but also demands his fair share of lounging like the pampered aristocrat he is. He would absolutely partake in grand expeditions (or what peasants call “hiking”), provided his loyal subject—you—carry the royal snacks and provide adequate adoration along the way. When meeting new people, King Author takes a dignified approach: reserved, watchful, silently judging. He’s not one to throw himself at just anyone—you must earn his trust, peasant. But once you’re deemed worthy, he’s all in. Toys? Of course, he plays with toys. What kind of ruler doesn’t enjoy a bit of royal entertainment? Whether it’s plushy subjects for him to conquer or chew toys to assert dominance over, he takes his playtime very seriously. Now, let’s talk about what you—the lucky new subject of King Author’s kingdom—will need to do to keep His Royal Floofness happy. Because adopting a puppy isn’t just about basking in his cuteness (though, trust me, you’ll be doing a lot of that). No, no—this majestic little ruler comes with a royal to-do list: Socialization: King Author may be noble, but he wasn’t exactly born into high society. He’ll need to be introduced to new people, places, and experiences so he doesn’t grow up thinking the world is a scary place. Training: Ah, training—a concept King Author will pretend doesn’t apply to him. Commands? Rules? Expectations? How quaint. But despite his belief that he should be the one giving the orders, he will need consistent training to become the best ruler he can be. So, arm yourself with treats, patience, and the ability to outwit a very fluffy, very dramatic toddler in a fur coat. Potty Training: Look, he’s a baby. And like all babies, he has zero concept of where it is and isn’t appropriate to… ahem… conduct royal business. Your floors will be a canvas for his learning process, and your patience will be tested. Accidents will happen, and if you think glaring at him will make him feel bad, prepare to be met with a look that says, “Peasant, clean it up.” Leash Training: Right now, King Author sees a leash as an offensive restriction to his freedom. You, however, see it as a way to keep him from running off like a fluffy escape artist. So, yes, leash training is mandatory. There will be flopping. There will be stubborn sitting. There will be drama. But with consistency, he’ll eventually learn that walkies are an important part of his royal duties. Puppy Proofing & Chewing: If it’s on the floor, it’s his. If it’s not on the floor, he will find a way to make it his. Shoes, remote controls, furniture legs, your sanity—all fair game in the eyes of a teething puppy. Your best bet? Remove temptation, provide appropriate chew toys, and accept that at some point, you’re going to lose something valuable to his tiny, fluffy wrath. King Arthur is, quite frankly, amazing—but he already knew that. He thrives in the company of his fellow canine subjects, playing like the social butterfly (or should we say social lion?) that he is. He’s the rare kind of pup who actually respects boundaries—which, if you’ve ever met a puppy, you know is a miracle on par with finding a matching sock in the dryer. Now, when it comes to humans, he’s still considering them. Are they worthy of his trust? Are they here to serve him snacks? He’s still figuring that part out. However, small humans (kids) seem to have won him over effortlessly—probably because they understand the value of fun, zoomies, and an excessive amount of enthusiasm. And here’s the best part: he actually listens. He knows his name and, believe it or not, when you tell him to go to his kennel, he does it—without turning it into a dramatic, Oscar-worthy performance of The Tragic Capture of the Royal Floof. That alone makes him a rare gem in the puppy world. King Author is ready to expand his kingdom, but first, you must prove yourself worthy. Fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it to his foster family for approval. And remember, His Royal Fluffiness will not be arriving on a golden carriage—you will have to come pick him up in Kiefer, OK. No private jets, no royal escorts—just you, your car, and the chance to serve a lifetime as this majestic pup’s loyal subject. 🏰🐾

Meet Java Chip Oreo — the espresso shot of the Oreo litter, minus the energy burst. She’s shy at first, which is just code for “she’s silently judging your entire existence before deciding if you’re worth her affection.” But once she deems you acceptable (congrats, by the way), she’s all sweetness, snuggles, and slow-blink stares like a dog-shaped barista who’s just finished her shift and is ready to chill. This girl isn’t here to cause chaos — that’s her siblings’ job. Java Chip is more the “calm, cool, and collected” type. You know, the kind who’s above zoomies but might raise an eyebrow at them. She’s the mellow latte in a world of triple-shot Frappuccinos. Basically, if you're looking for a pup who's quietly sophisticated with just a dash of whipped cream goofiness…Java Chip Oreo might just be your girl. Java Chip Oreo is a 3 month old, 18lb female Great Pyrenees mix. Java Chip Oreo waltzed into rescue with her siblings, Peanut Butter Oreo and Mint Oreo, after they were caught living their best (and most dangerous) lives — casually playing Frogger in and out of the road like it was no big deal. Clearly, street smarts weren’t their strong suit. With other dogs, she’s the social butterfly who RSVP’d “yes” to every playdate, but she’d rather be your little shadow, following you from room to room like a four-legged intern who’s suspiciously overqualified. She hasn’t been officially tested with the feline overlords (aka “purrinators”), but we assume she’d at least offer them a sniff and a polite hello before deciding they’re beneath her. With kids, she’s the ultimate sidekick — playful, patient, and probably wondering how those tiny humans get away with so much. And when it comes to people in general? If you’ve got hands, she’s got time. Pet her once, and you’ve signed an emotional contract to never stop. Java Chip Oreo’s energy level falls somewhere between a caffeinated squirrel and a golden retriever who just spotted their favorite ball — let’s call it a solid 7/10 on the “Zoomie-O-Meter.” She’s got pep in her step but still knows when to clock out for a cuddle break. In the car, she starts off with bold aspirations of becoming a lap dog slash co-pilot, but quickly settles for the floor or passenger seat once you crush her dreams by enforcing actual driving safety. Don’t worry — she forgives you… eventually. As for her overall vibe? Java Chip is the "calm, cool, and collected" type. Picture the dog equivalent of someone who drinks iced coffee year-round and always looks unbothered, even when everyone else is losing their minds. She’s more of a vibe curator than an entertainer — unless toys are involved. Then it’s game on. She’ll run zoomies in the yard with her pup crew, proudly parade around with her toys like they’re Olympic medals, and then melt into your arms like a furry puddle of affection. Java Chip Oreo would thrive best in a securely fenced yard where she can run freely, vibe with her friends, and occasionally pretend she’s faster than light. Apartment life might cramp her style unless you’re prepared to become a dedicated leash-walking, toy-tossing sidekick. Is she a homebody or an adventurer? Yes. Because really, wherever you are (and preferably some four-legged BFFs), that’s exactly where she wants to be. Whether it's couch loafing or backyard sprints, she's all in — as long as you're part of the fun. Java Chip Oreo is mostly a civilized young lady... except when she forgets. Which happens...because she is a puppy. If you’re the type who gets personally offended by a little accident on the rug or needs a dog who comes pre-programmed with house manners, she’s probably not your girl. Java Chip Oreo has some strong opinions about being kenneled — and by “strong opinions,” we mean absolutely not, thank you very much. If you’re hoping for a dog who will quietly snooze in a crate like a well-behaved stuffed animal… she’s not your girl. She views kennels the way most people view tax season: deeply unnecessary and mildly offensive. Java Chip Oreo isn’t a big chewer right now — but let’s not get cocky. She is still a puppy, and puppies are basically tiny toddlers with teeth. While she’s not out here turning your furniture into modern art, we can’t promise she won’t one day decide your flip-flops look like a delicious chew sampler. Java Chip Oreo is more of the strong, silent type — think brooding indie film character who only speaks when it really matters. She's not here to narrate your Amazon deliveries or provide commentary on the neighborhood squirrels. In fact, you'd almost forget she has vocal cords… until something actually warrants a bark. Ready to upgrade your life with a perfectly balanced blend of chill, charm, and just enough puppy sass to keep things interesting? Java Chip Oreo is waiting. Fill out that adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it to her foster family and get this coffee-flavored cutie one step closer to forever. Pickup is in Claremore, OK — lattes not included, but endless love is absolutely guaranteed. ☕🐾

Meet Ellie Mae: the social butterfly you didn’t know you needed but now must have. She’s never met a stranger—only future best friends who haven't been blessed by her presence yet. Picture a living, breathing ray of sunshine who bounces into your life like a caffeinated marshmallow and demands snuggles like it’s her full-time job (which, to be fair, it kind of is). She’s the kind of girl who walks into a room and assumes the entire crowd is there to see her—and honestly, they should be. Need a dose of serotonin? Ellie Mae’s got you. Need a warm body to cuddle because you can’t afford heated blankets anymore? She’s on it. Basically, if you’re not into joy, affection, and excessive amounts of tail wags… this may not be the fluffy companion for you. Ellie Mae is a 4-month-old, 40lb Great Pyrenees mix who looks like she rolled straight out of a golden hour Instagram filter. Seriously—her coat is so sun-kissed it’s like she was hand-selected by the actual sun to be everyone's emotional support muppet. She hasn’t met any kids yet, but let’s be real—if they’re sturdy enough to withstand a 40lb missile of love and fluff, she’ll be their new favorite chaos coordinator in no time. She was the first to greet her foster when picked up because of course she was—why miss a dramatic entrance when you were born to be the main character? Ellie Mae’s energy level falls somewhere between a sugar-fueled baby goat on a trampoline and a caffeinated golden retriever at a dog park. She’s running at a solid 7 out of 10 on the energy scale, which means she’s always down to party—but might occasionally nap… probably on your lap, uninvited. Leash skills? Oh, bless her heart—Ellie thinks leashes are weird spaghetti strings attached to humans for no clear reason. She will absolutely need leash training, and we’ll be working on that, though right now she walks like a drunk octopus learning ballet. Patience and peanut butter will be key here. She’s basically convinced she’s meant for adventure—hiking, playing, backyard zoomies, world domination, whatever. But more than anything, Ellie Mae just wants to be glued to her people 24/7. She's a bouncy, happy ball of fluff, joy, and slightly excessive enthusiasm. Wrestling with dogs? Yes. Cuddles? Yes. Toys? All of them. As for her living situation? This girl needs a securely fenced yard. Apartment living or the whole “walk me on a leash five times a day” thing is just not going to cut it for this enthusiastic golden zoomie master. She’s got zoomies to unleash, grass to roll in, and a strong personal preference for open spaces. We’ve been working on potty training, and Ellie Mae is catching on like a pro—which is honestly impressive considering her brain is mostly filled with thoughts like “snack?”, “cuddle?”, and “is that a squirrel?” That said, she’s still a puppy, and like all puppies, accidents may happen when she gets distracted by the very important business of being adorable. Ellie Mae is surprisingly chill about her crate—like, suspiciously good. She doesn't plot an escape, cry about the injustice of it all, or perform any dramatic monologues about her temporary confinement. Ellie Mae? Oh, she’s definitely a conversationalist. She’s not barking just to bark—no, no, she’s talking. If you’ve upset her delicate puppy sensibilities (perhaps by gasp not sharing your snack or you took her peanut butter kong away to refill it), she’ll let you know. Her bark has range: part sass, part complaint, and 100% drama. It’s not excessive—it’s expressive. Think less "annoying yappy dog" and more "tiny fluffy therapist who needs you to listen to her feelings." Ellie Mae isn’t a criminal mastermind when it comes to household mischief—she’s not secretly running a black-market shoe ring or holding late-night trash raids. That said, let’s not get too comfortable—she is still a puppy. Curiosity is inevitable, and the day may come when a shoe looks at her the wrong way and she feels compelled to teach it a lesson. Puppy-proofing is still highly recommended unless you enjoy the thrill of surprise redecorating. If you're ready to welcome a sun-kissed ball of fluff with strong opinions, a love for cuddles, and just enough puppy mischief to keep life interesting—Ellie Mae is waiting to brighten your world. Fill out that adoption app so we can pass it along to her foster family and get the matchmaking magic started. Just remember: she’s currently holding court in Midwest City, OK, and expects her loyal subjects (that’s you) to come pick her up in person. 👑🐾

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.