Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Glenpool, Oklahoma

He is about 6 years old. He was very protective. Good dog. Very obedient. Good with other dog but, he needed to adjust and feel familiar first. Good with kids also. He will bite others if he is not familiar or seem dangerous like voices. He listens to us.

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.

🚨 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.

Meet Cloud — the only creature on Earth who can make you feel lazy, unbothered, and wildly unproductive just by existing in the same room. Spend five minutes with her and suddenly you’re questioning why you thought multitasking was a personality trait. Why hurry? Why stress? Why not sit down, breathe, and become one with the furniture like Cloud does? Truly, she offers the kind of peace therapists wish they could bottle. Cloud is a 3-year-old, 90-pound Great Pyrenees. She moves through life with the calm certainty of a dog who knows she’s majestic, knows she’s lovely, and knows darn well that everyone who meets her will fall hopelessly in love. But — and here’s where humans once again disappoint us — someone in her past didn’t bother to keep her on heartworm prevention. So despite being perfect, polite, peaceful, and practically glowing with good vibes, Cloud ended up heartworm positive through no fault of her own. Now she has to undergo treatment, so while she has begun the search for her forever family, she won't be ready to join them until around mid-January. Cloud’s social résumé is honestly more impressive than most people’s. She loves other dogs — big dogs, little dogs, medium dogs, dogs with questionable hairstyles — all of them. If there’s a canine social hierarchy, Cloud simply floats above it, greeting everyone with the calm enthusiasm of someone who read one self-help book and now refuses to let drama enter her vibration field. Kids? She hasn’t met any yet, but based on her personality, odds are she’ll handle tiny humans the way she handles everything else: with a patient blink and the emotional stamina of a preschool teacher on her third cup of coffee. Cats? Cloud has decided they are not her business. She acknowledges their existence the way you acknowledge a stranger’s weird bumper sticker — mildly curious for half a second and then moving on with your life. Cloud, in classic Great Pyrenees fashion, lives her life at a steady Level 4 Energy, which means she is calm, composed, and plotting absolutely nothing… until she decides she is. She is the kind of girl who can nap for four hours straight and then suddenly turn into a 90-lb toddler with the zoomies. Cloud has decided that “passenger etiquette” is merely a suggestion and that the only reasonable place for her to sit in a moving vehicle is squarely in your lap, pressing mysterious buttons on your dashboard like she’s trying to launch the SpaceX rocket herself. Once she trusts you, she’ll hop right into the car — but don’t assume she’ll remain politely in the back seat. No, Cloud subscribes to the “human-as-seatbelt” method, which is why she’ll need a proper harness if you value your personal space, your car settings, or your sanity. When it comes to her lifestyle preferences, Cloud is very much a homebody with boundaries. Adventures are fine in theory, but the couch? The corner bed? The house she now rules with calm authority? Those are her jam. She hasn’t fully declared whether she’s destined to be an adventurer or a professional napper, but so far, the evidence heavily favors “domestic goddess.” Her temperament is pure mellow sunshine. She’s gentle, affectionate, and cool as a cucumber — as long as you are giving her the attention she believes she deserves. She’ll sit pretty for treats like she’s auditioning for a commercial, and she plays sweetly with dogs her size or smaller… until Murphy enters the chat. Then it’s WWE: Pyr Edition. All in good fun, of course, because Cloud is nothing if not versatile in her play styles. Her hobbies include gourmet snacking, lounging like a queen in her corner bed, and experimenting with toys while pretending she’s not actually interested in them. She’s learning. She’s open-minded. She’s exploring her future as a toy enjoyer, one squeak at a time. And yes, Cloud needs a fenced yard. Cloud is, without question, the overachiever of polite manners — she knows sit and shake/paw, which is already more than most adults know how to do before coffee. Potty trained? Absolutely. She’s not here to make extra work for you. She’s a lady. Now, kenneling… let’s just say Cloud tolerates it the way we all tolerate going to the dentist. She’s not thrilled, but she’ll get through it and then dramatically sigh afterward to remind you that she survived something mildly inconvenient. Chewing things she shouldn’t? Counter surfing? Trash diving? Digging? No. Cloud says absolutely not. She would prefer to be perceived as responsible, respectable, and above such activities. Is she secretly judging dogs who do those things? Absolutely. And then… the best part. When you get home? Cloud smiles. A full, scrunched-nose, front-teeth-showing, “I adore you and also you took too long” grin. It’s disarming. It’s heart-melting. It’s the kind of smile that makes you consider quitting your job so you never have to leave her ever again. She hasn’t let anyone catch it on video yet, because Cloud believes in exclusivity—her joy is for her inner circle only. Barking? She hasn’t barked yet. Not once. Not at a sound, not at a squirrel, not even at Murphy (who, let’s be honest, is definitely barking at something right this second). She might join the chorus eventually, but for now she’s maintaining quiet dignity. If you’ve somehow made it this far without falling madly in love with Cloud, congratulations on your emotional resilience. Truly impressive. But let’s be honest: Cloud is the full package. She’s calm enough to keep your blood pressure in check, goofy enough to keep your soul entertained, gentle enough for even the tiniest sidekicks, dramatic enough to be relatable, and skilled enough to smile like a tiny gremlin angel sent to emotionally manipulate you in the best possible way. So if you’re ready to upgrade your life with 90 pounds of serene fluff, soulful eyes, and the world’s cutest smile… congratulations, your search is over. Cloud is waiting. All that’s left is for you to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send her info to her foster family, and then you can come pick up your brand-new emotional support deity in Tulsa, OK.

Say hello to Holly McClane — a 6-month-old, 26-pound Great Pyrenees mix who found herself in a shelter for reasons we can only assume involved a massive clerical error. You hear “McClane” and expect explosions. What you get instead is quiet judgment, gentle side-eye, and a puppy who would like everyone to please lower their voices. Holly is sweet in a very deliberate way. Not “I will fling myself into your lap” sweet. More “I will sit near you and see how this goes” sweet. She doesn’t bulldoze her way into affection or demand attention like she’s on a deadline. She offers soft glances, careful steps, and affection that feels curated. She’s gentle with people, gentle with moments, and gentle with your feelings. She is not here for nonsense, but she is here for meaningful connections. New situations? Holly prefers a slow introduction and a written agenda. She is not cannonballing into social settings. She’s peeking around the corner, taking notes, and deciding whether participation is necessary. With other dogs, she’s not here for being used as a jungle gym or someone else’s emotional support bounce house. She may start off reserved and a little standoffish, but once she decides the vibes are acceptable, she warms up and joins in on her own terms. Kids are still an unknown, but given Holly’s thoughtful nature, she’d do best with calm, respectful humans who understand that trust is earned and not something you demand with grabby hands and high-pitched enthusiasm. People are approached the same way. Holly prefers to observe new humans from a safe distance while she determines whether you are, in fact, Good People. Once approved, she melts into a sweet, affectionate companion who sticks close and offers quiet loyalty. You don’t win her over with chaos — you win her over with consistency. Energy-wise, Holly runs at a solid 8/10, which translates to “ready to participate, still learning the rules.” She’s playful, curious, and wants to be involved, but she’s not reckless. On car rides, she starts out bright-eyed and fascinated, convinced something important might happen, then settles in beautifully. No carsickness. No hostage negotiations. She just needs a little reassurance that the car isn’t a trap when first getting in. Holly may not blow things up or save the day with explosions, but she will quietly improve your life by making it calmer, softer, and better. She’s sweet, she’s thoughtful, she’s just a little sassy — and once she chooses you, she’s yours for keeps. 💛 Around the house, Holly is almost suspiciously well-mannered. She does not chew things she shouldn’t. Shoes are safe. Furniture is safe. Your sanity is safe. She’s not a counter surfer, trash panda, or aspiring interior decorator. Escape artist tendencies? Please. Holly respects boundaries like she signed a contract. Barking? Minimal. She is not currently accepting the role of Neighborhood Watch Captain. The kennel is Holly’s safe space. She goes in willingly, settles beautifully, and causes zero drama. If you’d like to be the lucky human who gets to watch Holly continue to bloom, you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can pass it along to her foster family. This is not optional. This is the price of admission. Holly does not accept verbal promises, vibes, or “I’m just looking” energy. And yes, there is one final plot twist: Holly must be picked up in Hutchinson, Kansas. We know. We’ve all been there. But trust us — she’s worth the road trip, the snacks, the playlist, and the “are we there yet” internal monologue. Think of it as a pilgrimage. For love. And fluff. Apply. Drive. Meet Holly. Fall in love. Repeat forever.

Tato is a 3-year-old Great Pyrenees. She is very calm and cuddly. She loves kids, meeting new people, and receiving lots of attention and love. She needs room to roam. She would do well with a family or someone with a big yard or on a farm. She needs plenty of space.