Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Glenpool, Oklahoma

📖 THE OFFICIAL SANDRA DIAZ-TWINE HANDBOOK 📍 Pickup Location: Broken Arrow, Oklahoma Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Congratulations! You are now reading the official handbook for Sandra Diaz-Twine, a 3-month-old, 22-pound female Great Pyrenees mix. Before operating your Sandra, please familiarize yourself with the following important information. Sandra came to PPFT when she was only about a week old, after her mama—who had been abandoned—wandered up to someone’s home and gave birth. So while most one-week-old puppies were busy concentrating on extremely demanding newborn responsibilities such as eating, sleeping, and being shaped vaguely like a potato, Sandra and her siblings were already starting over. Thankfully, those days are behind her. Sandra is now bigger, fluffier, considerably more mobile, and has appointed herself Assistant Manager of Whatever You’re Doing. Your Sandra comes equipped with: -Four legs specifically designed to follow you around the yard. -One extremely curious brain that needs to know what you're doing. -22 pounds of puppy with considerably more pounds scheduled for installation. -A playful personality that assumes whatever you're doing probably involves her. -Great Pyrenees genetics, meaning future opinions are almost certainly included. Sandra's ideal home is best described as: Somewhere things happen. She doesn't require a family that is scaling mountains before breakfast, kayaking at lunch, and running a casual half-marathon before dinner. Her energy level sits around a 6/10, so she has a nice balance. But Sandra definitely seems like the kind of puppy who could grow into an adventure buddy. She is adventurous. She isn't intimidated by much. Basically, if Sandra sees a large rock on a future hiking trail, there is an excellent chance her first thought will be: "I bet I can get on top of that." And then you will have approximately three seconds to prepare yourself before she attempts it. Once she's old enough for longer adventures, her foster family thinks she could really enjoy hiking and exploring with her people. But Sandra doesn't require nonstop entertainment, either. Give her a bone and somewhere comfortable to hang out, and she's perfectly capable of enjoying a quiet evening at home. The important distinction here is: Sandra can relax. Sandra probably cannot be expected to spend every waking hour with absolutely nothing to do and continue making responsible life choices. Because boredom + intelligent puppy = Sandra creates her own enrichment program. And management would like to make it abundantly clear that you may not enjoy the activities she selects. Sandra has conducted extensive research into several forms of water. SPRINKLER: Excellent. 10/10. HOSE: Also excellent. KIDDIE POOL: Approved. ACTUAL SWIMMING POOL: Sandra has reviewed the proposal and declined to participate. Apparently there is a very specific amount of water Sandra considers recreational, and the swimming pool has exceeded the approved limit. Sandra likes toys. She likes bones. She likes playing. Fetch remains an undetermined feature, mostly because nobody has gathered sufficient data regarding whether Sandra believes retrieving something you deliberately threw away is a sensible use of her time. Sandra LOVES kids. So a family with children could be a fantastic fit for this happy, social girl. Given her confidence, playfulness, and desire to be involved in absolutely everything, Sandra would probably be delighted to discover that her new home comes equipped with small humans who also enjoy doing unnecessary things in the yard. Sandra has spent her entire life surrounded by littermates, so another playful dog in her forever home would likely be a huge bonus. Now, Sandra considers every dog a friend. Thankfully, Sandra actually does a good job respecting boundaries once another dog tells her they're not interested. But will she occasionally attempt negotiations first? Absolutely. Dog: "No." Sandra: "Okay, but have you considered that I'm adorable?" Dog: "Still no." Sandra: "What if I approach from this angle?" Dog: GRUMBLE. Sandra: "Understood. I will be over here should you reconsider." She isn't looking for trouble. She simply has tremendous confidence in her ability to convince the grumpy members of society that they're making a terrible mistake by not befriending her. Sandra has not met cats yet. Some puppies meet a new person and think: "Who are you? Why are you here? I require time to process this." Sandra meets a new person and thinks: "Excellent. Another person who can pet me." She is confident when meeting new people and naturally assumes they have been looking forward to this moment. And really, why wouldn't they be? Please remember proper Sandra greeting etiquette: Step One: Meet Sandra. Step Two: Pet Sandra. Step Three: Congratulations, you followed instructions. Failure to complete Step Two may result in Sandra staring at you as though you're the first person in history to misunderstand how introductions work. Sandra has currently completed approximately one official walk. Sandra apparently did not realize that "going for a walk" meant attaching a leash to her body and then expecting her to simply proceed like this was a perfectly normal arrangement. But once the rest of the pack got moving, Sandra realized: "Ohhhh. We're ALL doing this." And off she went. She settled into the walk very nicely and followed the pack. Because she's still young and Oklahoma has apparently decided the outdoors should resemble the surface of the sun, about 0.75 miles was plenty for her. For a first outing? Pretty darn good. Does Sandra chew things she shouldn't. Her foster's answer "She is a puppy. We feel this is both extremely concise and legally sufficient. Sandra is three months old. The world is her oyster. Sandra is doing really well with potty training for her age. Sandra currently knows sit. Overall, Sandra is one of those puppies who seems to have received an extra scoop of confidence at the factory. She's smart. She's playful. She's adventurous. She adores kids. She enjoys other dogs and would probably love having a canine buddy. She likes water—as long as we're discussing Sandra-approved quantities of water. She follows her people around because whatever they're doing is obviously worth investigating. She's confident with strangers because strangers are really just future Sandra fans who haven't completed orientation yet. Now, if you have read the entire handbook about Sandra, fallen hopelessly in love with Sandra, mentally purchased Sandra a hiking harness, assigned Sandra a spot on the couch, and possibly informed your current dog that they're getting a sibling its time to fill out the adoption app. Commenting "WANT!" does not count. Sending us a message saying "Is she available?" does not count. Telling us that you have "always wanted a fluffy white dog" does not count. Tagging your spouse with "BABE 😭😭😭" is an important first step in household negotiations, but regrettably…also not an application. You must actually submit an adoption application for Sandra Diaz-Twine. Once you do, and if your application is received, we can send it over to Sandra's foster family so they can review it and determine whether Sandra agrees that your household deserves the privilege of becoming her permanent tribe. And before anyone asks: 🚗 Sandra's pickup location is Broken Arrow, Oklahoma.

📖 THE OFFICIAL HAMILTON HANDBOOK 📍 Pickup Location: Jones, Oklahoma Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Meet Hamilton, a 7.5-year-old, 116lb male Great Pyrenees mix who has reached that magical stage of life where he has figured out something the rest of us are still working on: most things simply are not worth getting worked up about. Hamilton is what we would describe as a happy, fairly calm guy. He does not have a packed social calendar, a 12-step morning routine, or an urgent need to involve himself in everyone else’s business. Hamilton is simply… Hamilton. He wakes up. He exists. He enjoys himself. He probably observes whatever nonsense the humans are doing with the quiet judgment of a man who has been on this earth long enough to know that we'll eventually tire ourselves out. At 7.5 years old, Hamilton has left his wild college years behind him. He’s entered his “I have a favorite chair and would appreciate it if you stopped moving it” era. He still has plenty of life and love to give, but he’s bringing the seasoned-gentleman energy rather than the “I ate a drywall corner because nobody was looking at me for eleven seconds” energy. Unfortunately, Hamilton recently found himself needing a new chapter through absolutely no fault of his own. His beloved owner was hospitalized and is now transitioning into long-term care, leaving Hamilton in need of a new family to call his own. After years of being someone’s beloved boy, his whole world has suddenly changed. And while we can’t explain to him why everything is different, we can make sure the next chapter is worthy of him. So, naturally, we have assembled The Official Hamilton Handbook—because if this handsome gentleman is going to find himself a new family, they should probably know exactly what kind of treasure they’re signing up for. Spoiler alert: it’s a pretty darn good one. ❤️ Hamilton’s dream home is actually pretty straightforward: a securely fenced yard, plenty of room for all 100+ pounds of him, and humans who understand that leaving the house without him is, frankly, suspicious behavior. This big guy would LOVE a home with a large yard or even some land where he can mosey around, conduct routine perimeter inspections, sniff whatever requires sniffing, and enjoy the great outdoors. That said, please do not mistake this for Hamilton requesting an outdoorsy lifestyle. Absolutely not. Hamilton enjoys outside in the same way many of us enjoy vacation: lovely place to visit, but eventually we would like to return to the air conditioning and lie down. With an energy level around a 4/10, Hamilton is ultimately a laid-back, lazy indoor gentleman. He'll happily accompany you on an adventure, but he is equally enthusiastic about returning home afterward and recovering from the tremendous hardship of having done things. A securely fenced yard is required, and we do mean secure. Hamilton has been known to clear shorter fences, because apparently being 116 pounds does not prevent one from briefly identifying as a gazelle. There is one particularly important piece of the Hamilton puzzle: this boy has separation anxiety. Hamilton LOVES his people. Capital letters are necessary here. He doesn’t simply enjoy your company; he would prefer that the two of you enter into a legally binding agreement stating that you will never vanish from his sight again. When left alone, Hamilton can become extremely anxious. He currently free-roams because kenneling is very much NOT listed among Hamilton’s hobbies. He would thrive with someone who is home most of the time—someone who works from home, is retired, has a household where people are frequently coming and going, or otherwise lives a lifestyle where Hamilton doesn’t regularly spend long stretches alone. Basically, Hamilton is searching for a stage-five-clinger-compatible household. If you've ever wished your dog were more emotionally invested in whether you went to Walmart without him, congratulations. Hamilton gets along well with dogs of all sizes and has been nicely socialized. Is he going to spend six hours wrestling with your resident dog and launching himself over the furniture? No. Hamilton is 7.5 years old. He has meetings tomorrow. He tends to greet other dogs, exchange the appropriate canine pleasantries, and then go about his business. He isn't much of a player and generally prefers peacefully coexisting over participating in WrestleMania: Living Room Edition. Hamilton has been around children of various ages and does well with them. Because he's a very large gentleman and appreciates reasonable boundaries, we think he'll be happiest with kiddos who understand dog manners and know when a dog needs a little space. But PEOPLE? Ohhhhh, Hamilton LOVES people. If you give this boy attention, congratulations—you have been selected. Hamilton does not know a stranger. Friends coming over are VERY EXCITING. New people are VERY EXCITING. Existing people returning after being gone for seven minutes are presumably ALSO VERY EXCITING. His initial enthusiasm can be a lot because, once again, there are 112 pounds of Hamilton experiencing feelings at you. Give him a little time to settle, though, and he returns to his regularly scheduled programming of being a fairly calm dude who simply wants to hang out with his people. And if you're willing to provide treats? Your promotion to Best Friend Hamilton Has Ever Had In His Entire Life will be processed immediately. After Careful Consideration, Management Has Decided We Will Not Be Expanding Into Felines. Hamilton’s current home hasn’t had any cats for him to meet, but we do have notes from his foster home prior to his adoption—and our big fluffy gentleman is a NO on cats. Hamilton is a nice mixture of adventure buddy and professional homebody. He doesn't mind heading out and seeing the world, and he's good in the car. As long as the vehicle isn't too high, he'll hop right in himself. He also does pretty well on leash. Sometimes he'll stroll right beside you like the respectable gentleman we've been describing. Other times? Hamilton remembers that he is large, powerful, and has somewhere extremely important to be. His pulling can occasionally be a lot, so his adopter should be physically comfortable handling a dog his size and willing to continue working with him on polite leash manners. He's happy to go along for adventures, but Hamilton does not require an itinerary packed with activities. Take him somewhere fun, let him sniff some things, tell him he's handsome, and then please return him to his regularly scheduled nap. Hamilton is potty trained, knows his basic commands, doesn't chew things he shouldn't, doesn't resource guard, and has no known fears or dramatic opinions about thunderstorms, vacuums, mysterious noises, or the other terrifying injustices dogs occasionally face. Toys? No thank you Fetch? Hamilton would like to know why you threw it if you wanted it back. His preferred recreational activities are apparently more sophisticated: hanging out with his people, collecting treats, receiving affection, patrolling the yard, occupying the couch, and sleeping. At night, he sleeps peacefully on the floor in the bedroom because even while unconscious, Hamilton would like confirmation that his humans have not escaped. He does bark, particularly if he sees someone outside, when the other dogs have become excessively rowdy, when he's kenneled, or—most importantly—when his person leaves. Hamilton isn't looking for someone to entertain him every waking second. He isn't asking for daily marathons. He doesn't require a mountain of toys, endless games of fetch, or a social calendar that would exhaust the average golden retriever. What Hamilton really wants is remarkably simple: His people. If you've made it this far and are currently thinking, “Well crap. I think Hamilton is my dog,” congratulations. Then it is time to fill out an adoption app. No, commenting “interested” does not summon our adoption coordinator like Beetlejuice. No, tagging your spouse seventeen times does not constitute an application. No, sending us “How much?” followed three minutes later by “???” will not expedite the process. And despite Hamilton’s willingness to move in with anyone possessing treats and functioning hands for petting him, he does not personally oversee applicant selection. We had to draw the line somewhere. 👉 Fill out an adoption application for Hamilton. Once your application has come in, we will send it to Hamilton’s foster family, because they are the ones living with this handsome refrigerator-sized gentleman and know him best. They’ll help determine whether your home and Hamilton’s particular brand of lovable clingy nonsense are a match. And one final teeny-tiny logistical detail: 📍 Hamilton is being fostered in Jones, Oklahoma, and his adopter must travel there to pick him up. Hamilton does not ship. We do not have a Great Pyrenees Prime delivery service. And unfortunately, despite his impressive dimensions, he has yet to obtain a commercial driver's license and cannot meet you halfway.

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.

The Unofficial Handbook to Appreciating Caelwyn 📍 Pickup Location: Kiowa, OK Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Look, we know. This is the Legendary Places litter. You probably expected every puppy to arrive wrapped in approximately fourteen pounds of premium Great Pyrenees floof. Then there's Caelwyn. She apparently saw the family fluff budget, politely declined her full allocation, and redirected those resources into having one of the sweetest, most melt-your-heart faces you've ever seen. Honestly... have you looked at her? That little expression could convince people to hand over their last chicken nugget, apologize for things they didn't even do, and consider rearranging their entire living room just so she has a better view out the window. Sure, she may not have the dramatic cloud-like coat some of her siblings are sporting, but she's living proof that "adorable" has never depended on the amount of fur involved. She simply radiates sweetness. The kind of puppy who thinks every person exists solely because they might have pets to give, cuddles to offer, or compliments to tell her. Caelwyn is the kind of pup who happily soaks up attention like it's her full-time job. Caelwyn, affectionately known as Caylee—is a 5-month-old, 27-pound female Great Pyrenees mix who is here to prove that sometimes the sweetest puppies don't need the fluffiest coats to steal your heart. Caylee came to Pyr Paws N Fluffy Tails Rescue alongside her siblings, Avalon, Narnia, and Camelot, after they family found themselves in an overcrowded shelter. The shelter was well beyond capacity, and without some incredible foster families stepping up when they did, Caylee and her siblings very nearly became another heartbreaking statistic. Thankfully, their story didn't end there. Now it's Caylee's turn to trade shelter stress for belly rubs, couch privileges, and a family who will spend an unreasonable amount of time telling her how ridiculously adorable she is. (Trust us—you'll understand once she looks at you.) Caylee seems to have adopted the philosophy that life is simply better when everyone gets along. Other dogs? Fantastic. Potential best friends. Future wrestling partners. Teammates in the very serious and highly competitive sport of sprinting around the yard for absolutely no reason before collapsing in a dramatic puppy pile five minutes later. She gets along wonderfully with other dogs and is always happy to add another member to her social circle. Cats have also been approved by the Caylee Committee. If one suddenly takes off across the room, she may feel obligated to investigate because, let's be honest, if someone starts running, something interesting is probably happening. She's basically the canine version of the person who hears sirens and immediately walks outside to see what's going on. Thankfully, it's all curiosity and absolutely no hostility. When it comes to meeting new people, Caylee is less "HI! I JUST MET YOU, LET ME LICK YOUR EYEBALLS!" and more "Hello...I'd like to conduct a brief vibe check first." Once she's satisfied you're safe(after like 37 whole seconds), congratulations—you've been promoted to Official Petting Staff, and your employment begins immediately. As for kids, she hasn't had the opportunity to meet any in her foster home, but based on her personality, we think she'd do wonderfully with older children who understand that puppies occasionally make questionable life choices at full speed. Tiny toddlers, however, should probably proceed with caution. Not because Caylee has a mean bone in her body—quite the opposite—but because she is still a puppy, and puppies have an uncanny ability to forget they possess elbows, feet, and approximately twenty-seven pounds of enthusiastic momentum. Small humans can accidentally become collateral damage during an especially exciting case of the zoomies. The official Handbook translation? Caylee's heart is enormous. Her situational awareness...well..she is working on it. If you're looking for a puppy who wakes up every morning and immediately screams, "LET'S CLIMB A MOUNTAIN, KAREN!" ...Caylee would respectfully like to decline. She clocks in at a comfortable 4 out of 10 on the energy scale. She enjoys playing, loves her toys, and absolutely appreciates a good romp with her dog friends, but she's also perfectly content to spend quality time soaking up affection from her favorite humans. Adventure is definitely in her future...she's just requesting a slow rollout. Right now, the world is still a pretty big place for a puppy who recently traded shelter life for a real home. New experiences can be a little intimidating, but she's already showing that with a kind human by her side, she becomes braver every single day. Leashes are still suspicious little noodles that occasionally follow her around, but she's making great progress and happily walks alongside her person. Give her a little patience, a few treats, and plenty of encouragement, and she'll soon be strutting down the sidewalk like she's been doing it her entire life. Cars fall into the same category. At the moment, Caylee looks at an open car door the same way most of us look at the entrance to a haunted house. "You want me...to voluntarily climb in there?" She still needs a little boost to get inside, but once she's safely loaded, she settles in nicely and rides without making a dramatic production out of it. One thing you'll never have to worry about is resource guarding. Caylee is wonderfully polite about sharing her toys, food, and treasures. Now with that said, Caylee is nothing if not helpful. If another dog is slowly savoring their dinner, Caylee may politely volunteer herself as Quality Control by sticking her head into their bowl to make sure everything tastes okay. She's not trying to start an argument—she's simply operating under the belief that if you aren't going to finish that chicken immediately, perhaps you need assistance. As for dramatic fears? Surprisingly few. Vacuums don't send her into an existential crisis. Thunderstorms haven't convinced her the apocalypse is here. She doesn't appear to believe the mail carrier is plotting against humanity. She's refreshingly low on unnecessary theatrics. The only thing Caylee truly craves is attention. She absolutely adores her people and would happily accept compliments, ear scratches, belly rubs, snacks, and being told she's the prettiest girl in the house. (To be fair...look at that face. They're not exactly lies.) She also loves toys, although if you're hoping for an intense game of fetch, you may need to lower your expectations just a bit. Caylee believes fetch is a wonderful concept—for you. She'll happily chase the toy, inspect it thoroughly, maybe carry it around like a prized possession...and then quietly question why on earth she'd give it back. You've already thrown it once. Clearly your job here is finished. The Handbook's official assessment? Caylee is a sweet, thoughtful puppy who is still learning that the world isn't nearly as scary as it first appears. She'll need continued training, gentle guidance, and a family willing to help her build confidence—but in return, you'll get one of the kindest little souls you'll ever meet...plus a part-time food inspector who works entirely for kibble. If Caylee could submit her official housing requirements, they'd be surprisingly modest. She'd love a securely fenced yard—not because she's plotting a great escape or training for the Puppy Olympics—but because she's still a growing girl who deserves plenty of room to run, play, and occasionally experience the uncontrollable urge to sprint three laps around the yard for reasons known only to puppies. Bonus points if there's another friendly dog willing to participate in these completely unplanned cardio sessions. Could she live somewhere without a fence? Possibly, with a committed family willing to provide regular walks and exercise. But if Caylee were casting votes, she'd absolutely check the box labeled "Yard, please...and can it come with a canine sibling?" Formal commands? Not yet. Sit, stay, come...those are all elective courses she'll happily master with a little patience, some positive reinforcement, and a paycheck paid entirely in treats. Potty training is another subject where she's making impressive progress. She didn't exactly arrive with a diploma, but every day she gets a little closer to graduation. Like any puppy, consistency is the secret. She's never been kenneled because she simply hasn't needed to be. At night she enjoys the luxury of free-roaming the house, and when her foster family is away, she continues to free roam alongside the other dogs without turning the living room into a demolition site. Clearly, she missed the memo that puppies are supposed to redecorate using couch cushions and shredded paper towels. As for barking? Caylee's philosophy is simple: "If everyone else is making announcements, I suppose I'll add my opinion too." Otherwise, she's pretty quiet and doesn't feel the need to provide hourly neighborhood updates. Here's the thing about Caylee...She's simply...sweet. The kind of sweet that quietly sneaks into your heart before you even realize what's happening. The kind that just wants to be loved, loves right back with her whole heart, and blossoms a little more every single day. Give her a little patience while she learns the world is a safe place, and you'll be rewarded with a loyal best friend who will happily spend years reminding you that you made the best decision of your life the day you brought her home. So...what are you waiting for? Head over to https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app and fill out an adoption application. Yes, yes...paperwork. We know. It's a terrible inconvenience to spend a few minutes answering questions in exchange for approximately a decade of unconditional love. Once your application is submitted, we'll send it over to Caylee's foster family, because they know her best and get the final say in choosing the family that's the perfect fit for her. (See? We told you this wasn't a first-date speed round.) And if you're chosen, you'll need to make the pilgrimage to Kiowa, Oklahoma to pick her up.

🚨 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.

The Official Camelot Handbook (A Beginner's Guide to Living with a Legendary Pup) 📍 Pickup Location: Kiowa, Oklahoma Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Congratulations! Whether you've been searching far and wide for your very own legend or you simply wandered into the right chapter, you've found Camelot. Now, before you start imagining dragons, quests, and knights in shining armor, let's clear something up: Camelot has absolutely no interest in ruling a kingdom. His greatest ambition is to rule your heart... and possibly the coziest spot on your couch. Named after the most legendary kingdom of them all, Camelot has all the qualities you'd hope for in a storybook hero. He's incredibly sweet, loves everyone he meets, and approaches life with the kind of gentle optimism that makes you wonder if puppies secretly know something the rest of us don't. He doesn't need a sword or a crown to win people over—his secret weapon is simply being the kind of pup who makes every day a little brighter. So grab your imaginary crown, prepare your heart for an unreasonable amount of cuteness, and turn the page. Your quest to meet the kingdom's sweetest little resident starts now. 🏰🐾 This handbook contains everything you need to know about the legendary little gentleman who's looking for his happily ever after. Every legendary kingdom has an origin story, and Camelot's begins a little differently than the fairy tales. Sir Camelot—better known around here as Cam because that's considerably easier to yell across the yard—is a 5-month-old, 42-pound Great Pyrenees whose story almost ended before it really had a chance to begin. He arrived in rescue alongside his siblings, Caelwyn, Avalon, and Narnia, after they found themselves in an overcrowded shelter. Unfortunately, the shelter was so far beyond capacity that difficult decisions were being made every single day, and these four youngsters came heartbreakingly close to becoming part of those statistics. Thankfully, a group of incredible foster families looked at that chapter and collectively said, "Absolutely not." They opened their homes, their hearts, and probably surrendered at least a little bit of their personal space to ensure these pups got the second chance they deserved. One of the first lessons covered in the Camelot Companion Handbook is diplomacy. You can't have a legendary kingdom without learning how to get along with the neighboring realms, after all. Cam is an excellent ambassador. When meeting other dogs, he might initially pause to assess the situation like a tiny royal advisor asking, "Are these visitors friend or foe?" After approximately three seconds of careful consideration (and maybe a polite sniff), he usually decides they're perfectly acceptable and is happy to join the festivities. He's simply the type who prefers to read the room before cannonballing into it. A wise decision, honestly. More people could benefit from this strategy. The castle cats? They have apparently been deemed worthy of peaceful coexistence. Cam mostly ignores them, though if one suddenly decides to sprint through the kingdom, he may investigate the situation. The important part is that there's no aggression—just healthy puppy curiosity and a firm commitment to knowing everyone else's business. As for people, Camelot follows the ancient Pyrenees tradition of politely evaluating newcomers before handing out friendship memberships. He may hang back for a moment to make sure you're not secretly a dragon in disguise, but once he's determined you're one of the good guys, that tail starts wagging and he's more than happy to collect the pets you've hopefully been saving just for him. Children remain one of the few unexplored territories in Sir Cam's adventures, but based on everything his foster family has seen, he'd likely have a wonderful time with older kids who are ready for a fluffy best friend and backyard sidekick. Tiny toddlers, however, should probably postpone their knighting ceremony for a little while. Cam is still a growing puppy with oversized paws and the spatial awareness of someone carrying a twelve-foot lance through a gift shop. He's not trying to knock anyone over... physics just occasionally has other plans. As you continue your studies, you'll discover that every legendary knight has a different adventuring style. Some charge headfirst into battle without a second thought. Camelot's preferred strategy is a bit more refined. His energy level sits comfortably around a 4 out of 10, making him less "LET'S CLIMB THAT MOUNTAIN RIGHT NOW!" and more "That mountain looks lovely... tell me a little more about it first." Take the royal carriage, for example. (Commoners may refer to this as a car.) The first time Cam encountered one, he wasn't exactly lining up to hop inside. He needed a little boost and a little reassurance that this giant rolling metal contraption wasn't secretly plotting against him. Once safely aboard, though? He settled in just fine. The same philosophy currently applies to leashes. They're still a relatively new invention in Camelot's world, and while he isn't quite ready to lead an expedition across the countryside, he's learning quickly that walks are actually a pretty great deal. Strange objects become familiar, confidence grows, and suddenly the world starts looking a whole lot less intimidating. Once he's settled into his forever kingdom and knows his people have his back, we think Camelot will happily trade castle walls for adventures. Hiking trails, road trips, lazy afternoons exploring new parks—he seems like the kind of companion who simply wants to experience life alongside his favorite humans. After all, every knight needs a trusted traveling party. When the quests are over for the day, Cam is perfectly content to unwind with a toy or two. Fetch, however, appears to have been reviewed by the Royal Council and unanimously rejected. "You threw it," he seems to say. "And, I'm confident you know where it landed." As for guarding food, toys, or other royal treasures? Camelot didn't get the memo that he was supposed to be protective. He's happy to share his kingdom and doesn't show any resource guarding tendencies. By now you've probably realized that Camelot isn't searching for a castle because he requires one. He's simply looking for a kingdom where he can grow into the magnificent Great Pyrenees he's destined to become. A securely fenced yard would be at the top of his royal wish list. He's still a puppy, and puppies have an incredible talent for turning a backyard into an Olympic training facility. Zoomies require adequate runway space, and while regular leash walks are wonderful, nothing quite compares to the freedom of safely galloping around your own kingdom with your ears flapping dramatically in the breeze. Cam is also still attending the Royal Academy for Young Puppies, where subjects currently include House Training 101. The good news? His report card is already improving. He's putting the pieces together quickly, and with consistency from his future family, we expect him to graduate with honors before too long. Formal obedience classes haven't started yet, so don't expect him to recite "sit," "stay," and "down" on command. Right now he's majoring in Being an Adorable Puppy, with plans to expand his curriculum once he settles into his forever home. Given how eager he is to learn once he feels safe, we think he'll make an excellent student. One thing you'll notice is that Camelot has absolutely no objection to the finer things in life. The couch? Approved. Free roaming the house? Also approved. At bedtime, he happily snoozes alongside the other dogs, and when his foster family heads out, he has earned the privilege of free roaming a puppy-proofed home. That's a pretty impressive résumé for a five-month-old fluffball. His security system is equally reasonable. If the other dogs announce that they've detected a leaf blowing three counties away, Camelot may feel obligated to contribute a few barks to the discussion. Likewise, if an unexpected noise catches him off guard, he'll offer his professional opinion. If you've made it this far through The Official Camelot Handbook, congratulations—you now know that Camelot is equal parts gentle giant, thoughtful adventurer, loyal best friend, and professional heart thief. Now for your final quest. Step one: Fill out an adoption application. That's it. No dragons to slay. No enchanted swords to pull from stones. Just a little paperwork. Once you submit your application, the wonderful humans at PPFT will pass it along to Camelot's foster family, because they've gotten to know this sweet boy best and are in charge of choosing the kingdom where he'll live happily ever after. (Turns out the Lady of the Lake outsourced this job.) If you're selected, you'll need to travel to Kiowa, Oklahoma to pick up your newest family member. Camelot is many things—a fluffy gentleman, an adventure buddy in training, and an all-around excellent investment—but he is not available with Prime shipping, same-day delivery, drone drop-off, carrier pigeon, teleportation, or complimentary castle-to-castle transport. The road trip home is simply the opening chapter of your adventure together.