Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Jenks, Oklahoma

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

Meet Odysseus — proof that personal space is a myth and that emotional support sometimes arrives in the form of a dog who met you 12 seconds ago and has already decided you are The One. Ody does not believe in easing into relationships. He believes in commitment. Specifically, the kind where he climbs directly into your lap, sighs dramatically, and melts into you like you’ve been bonded through lifetimes… even if you literally just said “hi.” Boundaries? Never heard of her. Stranger danger? Absolutely not. If you have a lap, a chest, or even a vaguely lap-adjacent area, congratulations — you now have a dog. He is incredibly sweet, ridiculously loving, and gives off very strong “therapy dog” energy. If you’ve ever wanted a dog who treats affection like a full-time job and believes love should be immediate, unconditional, and preferably while sitting directly on you — Ody is ready to clock in. Odysseus came to us the way many great dogs unfortunately do — found abandoned, trying to be brave about it, and doing his best to keep moving forward despite an obvious limp that suggested something wasn’t quite right. At just one year old and already tipping the scales at 77 pounds, this Great Pyrenees/Golden Retriever mix had clearly been fending for himself, carrying both his big body and a not-so-small orthopedic problem with quiet determination. Once he was safely in our care, we did what we always do and got him in front of one of our trusted veterinarians to figure out exactly what was going on. The verdict: Odysseus has degenerative joint disease in both elbows. In simple terms, this means the cartilage in his elbow joints hasn’t developed or aged as it should, leading to inflammation, discomfort, and changes within the joint over time. In young, large-breed dogs like Ody, this can be influenced by genetics, rapid growth, joint structure, and sometimes just sheer bad luck. It’s not something that can be surgically “fixed,” but it can be managed very successfully with proper care — including pain medication when needed, joint support, weight management, and lifestyle considerations that keep him comfortable and mobile. His left elbow tends to bother him more than the right, which is why you’ll occasionally notice a limp — especially after a big day of play or zooming around like he forgot he’s supposed to have a diagnosis. And that’s the thing about Odysseus: he absolutely refuses to let it define him. Despite his joint disease, Ody runs, plays, and lives life with full enthusiasm. He doesn’t sulk, mope, or act fragile. He acts like a dog who woke up grateful to be here and intends to enjoy every minute of it. He is endlessly sweet, deeply affectionate, and completely committed to loving his people with his entire being. This is a dog who will climb over the back of a couch just to get close enough to curl up and cuddle, because proximity is non-negotiable and affection is his primary life goal. Odysseus is a wonderful example of a dog who may have a manageable medical condition but an absolutely unbeatable spirit. He’s not a “sad case,” he’s not limited, and he’s certainly not fragile — he’s a joyful, resilient, loving boy who simply needs a family willing to continue the care he deserves. With the right home, a little medical support, and a lot of couch space, Ody will give back far more love than he ever asks for in return. Odysseus’ social résumé is extensive and frankly a little impressive. When it comes to other dogs, Ody is a certified Golden Retriever–level extrovert trapped in a Great Pyrenees-sized body. He loves other dogs, wants to be friends with all of them, and approaches playtime with the optimism of someone who assumes everyone else showed up specifically to meet him. If another dog corrects him, he doesn’t escalate — he submits, recalibrates, and carries on with his day like, “Understood, bestie. Still love you though.” Because of this, a grumpy senior dog who prefers peace, quiet, and yelling at clouds would not appreciate Ody’s constant “heyheyhey wanna play???” energy. He needs dog friends who are down to clown. Cats? Ody is good with them. He may briefly consider inviting them to play, but he has quickly learned that dogs are much more cooperative participants and significantly less likely to file formal complaints. As for kids, Ody hasn’t had regular exposure in his foster home, but has had limited exposure with a toddler and did wonderfully. Meeting new people is where Ody truly shines. He loves everyone. Friends, strangers, delivery drivers, people he passed once three weeks ago — all beloved. He greets humans with happy enthusiasm and will sometimes jump up in excitement, but it’s gentle, affectionate, and very much rooted in “I’m so glad you exist.” There’s no roughness, no intimidation — just a big, friendly dog who hasn’t quite learned that not everyone is prepared for that level of emotional commitment upon first meeting. Social butterfly doesn’t even cover it. Ody is the dog version of someone who thrives at parties, remembers everyone’s name, and somehow makes you feel like you’re his favorite person five minutes after meeting him. Odysseus exists in that perfect medium-energy sweet spot — energetic enough to convince you that you’re an Outdoorsy Person now, but chill enough to remind you that couches were invented for a reason. In his heart, Ody is an adventure dog. In his elbows, he is a dog who needs reasonable expectations. He would love to join his people everywhere — errands, outings, life in general — but his joint disease means his adventures are best enjoyed in moderation. That said, don’t tell him that. He runs, jumps, plays, and generally acts like a dog who missed the memo that he’s supposed to slow down. He’s still very much in his older-puppy era and would be thrilled to be included in daily life, even if that life occasionally involves snacks and naps. Temperament-wise, Ody is what happens when sweetness gets legs. He’s affectionate, gentle, sensitive in the best way, and still has enough puppy brain left to be goofy and endearing. Loyal, loving, and deeply invested in his people, he’s the kind of dog who wants to be in your life, not just living near it. A happy-go-lucky enthusiast, a big soft dork, and a future best friend rolled into one oversized package. Toys? Yes. Big fan. Squeaky toys, chew toys, anything that confirms playtime is happening — he’s in. Water remains a mystery at this time. He may love it. He may prefer to supervise it. Jury’s still out. Ody would do best in a home with a securely fenced yard and, ideally, another young dog to play with. He’s not built for being crated alone for long stretches — he’s social, affectionate, and prefers companionship over solitude. Apartment life could work with commitment, but a yard and a buddy would be his personal heaven. Odysseus is fully, proudly potty trained, which means he understands the sacred social contract of indoor plumbing and has chosen to honor it. A true gentleman. Kennels? Never heard of them. Ody has lived a free-range lifestyle and sees no reason to start confinement now. He’s earned his roaming privileges and uses them responsibly. Barking? Rare. If you hear him bark, it’s probably because the entire pack decided something was worth commenting on, and he didn’t want to feel left out. Otherwise, he’s pretty quiet — no dramatic monologues or unsolicited commentary. As for quirks and final notes: Odysseus still has some puppy left in him, but overall he’s an easy, well-mannered, affectionate dog who genuinely wants to be a good companion. He’s sweet, loving, low-drama, and deeply invested in being part of a family. Blanket supervision and toy availability recommended. If you want a dog who loves deeply, cuddles like his life depends on it, behaves like your emotional support animal without ever being asked, and will improve your quality of life simply by existing in your space… Odysseus is ready. If you’re interested in adopting Odysseus, you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it along to his foster family. This is not optional, no matter how charming your comment is or how badly you want to “just meet him real quick.” Paperwork is part of the romance. Trust the process. Pickup will be in Kiowa, OK, so please factor that into your grand love story before emotionally committing.

Meet Ruby Tuesday — emotionally, she’s a soft, buttery croissant. Physically, she’s a dog. She’s eager to belong, eager to please, eager to be chosen — and once she is, she’s all in. Loyal, affectionate, and endlessly sweet without being overwhelming, she’s the kind of dog who makes your house feel calmer just by existing in it.She’s the type who watches you like you’re the most interesting thing she’s ever seen, even when you’re doing absolutely nothing of value. Folding laundry? Riveting. Sitting on the couch staring into the void? Iconic. Existing near her? 10/10, no notes. Ruby Tuesday is eager to be loved in the most endearing way possible — not pushy, not dramatic, just patiently hopeful with a heart that’s always on standby for affection. Ruby Tuesday is a 40-lb, 8-month-old female Great Pyrenees mix who came to us with her brother Benedict after they found themselves abandoned and officially out of options — which is wild, because abandoning a dog like this feels like leaving a winning lottery ticket in the grocery cart and just… walking away. How someone could abandon a love like her? Truly no idea. Zero answers. No notes. Because Ruby Tuesday is an absolute gem. The kind of dog who makes you question humanity a little but also restores your faith at the same time. She’s soft-hearted, gentle, and clearly operating under the assumption that love is just something you give freely and hope it comes back to you tenfold. Whoever left her behind? Their loss. Monumental, historically bad decision. Because Ruby Tuesday isn’t just a good dog — she’s the kind of dog that makes you feel chosen just by sitting next to you. And honestly? That’s priceless. And let’s talk about the pocket Pyr situation, because this is a feature, not a bug. Ruby Tuesday clocks in at a very manageable ~40 pounds, which in Great Pyrenees terms means she is essentially travel-size. Airline carry-on? No. But compared to the usual 90–120 lb Pyr experience where your dog doubles as a piece of furniture and occasionally blocks doorways with their body? Absolute luxury. She still has the heart of a Pyr — loyal, gentle, loving — just without the ability to casually block entire doorways or slowly take over your bed like a living, breathing comforter. It’s truly the best of both worlds: Pyr vibes, pocket-sized commitment. Basically, if you’ve ever thought, “I love Great Pyrenees, but I also enjoy having personal space and a functional spine,” Ruby Tuesday is here to make your dreams come true. Ruby Tuesday’s social résumé is honestly very on-brand for a sensitive, sweet girl who just wants to love and be loved. With other dogs, she’s a little shy at first — the polite “hi, I don’t want to assume anything” phase. But once she realizes they’re here to be friends, she lights up. Full glow-up. Suddenly she’s in. Tail wagging, heart open, fully committed to the friendship. Immediate besties. Cats? She could not be less impressed. They exist. She acknowledges this fact. That’s the end of her involvement. No chasing, no drama, no manifesto about felines. Just a casual “oh… that odd creature again,” and she moves on with her day. Kids are a solid probably yes, with notes. She’s very sweet and gentle, but she is also mouthy in the most innocent, toddler-energy way possible. Think: tiny hands grabbing your sleeve for attention, followed by a shy little “did I do good?” face. No hard biting, no roughness — just awkward puppy affection. Because of that, kids about 7 and up would be the best match so everyone keeps their sleeves intact and expectations realistic. Meeting new people follows the same general Ruby Tuesday theme: shy at first, soft eyes, checking the vibe. But once she knows she’s safe, she warms up quickly and leans into being loved like it’s her full-time job. She doesn’t need much — just patience, kindness, and someone willing to let her realize on her own that she’s home. Ruby Tuesday operates on what we like to call a respectable medium energy setting. She’s not bouncing off the walls, but she’s also not a decorative throw pillow. Think: a solid 5/10 — enough pep to play outside, but fully prepared to clock out and relax once indoors. Right now, Ruby Tuesday is firmly a homebody. The world is big. The world is loud. The world is suspicious. But give her time, stability, and ideally another confident dog to show her the ropes, and she’ll absolutely get there. She just needs to feel safe and know who her people are before she starts booking adventures. Temperament-wise, she’s playful outside, calm inside, and shockingly well-mannered for an 8-month-old. Water play remains TBD because it’s January — but she handled bath time like a champ, which tells us a lot. Toys? Yes. Very much yes. Housing-wise, a securely fenced yard would be ideal. Leash potty breaks might be a little challenging while she’s still building confidence, so having a yard where she can comfortably do her business without existential dread would really set her up for success. Ruby Tuesday has her life surprisingly together for an 8-month-old who was recently abandoned, so let’s all take a moment to appreciate that. She is potty-trained. She took to sleeping in a crate like a professional. Chewing? Yes. She’s a puppy, not a porcelain figurine. But she’s a polite chewer. Give her actual chew toys and she sticks to them like a law-abiding citizen. Barking? She has not barked since arriving. At all. We’re not saying she can’t bark — just that she’s currently choosing peace. As for quirks: she definitely has some herding dog tendencies — likely a little Aussie mixed in — which explains the gentle mouthiness. Not biting. Not chomping. Just soft, awkward “hello, I like you, please notice me” mouth hugs. Pair that with her shy personality and eagerness to be loved, and you get a dog who is tender, endearing, and trying her absolute best at all times. If you want to be Ruby Tuesday’s forever person, you must fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it along to her foster family. This is non-negotiable. Love alone, while powerful, is not a legally binding adoption agreement. Pickup will be in Skiatook, OK, which means you will need to physically show up and collect your new emotional support Pocket Pyr in person. She will not Uber. She will not teleport. Apply responsibly. Fall in love recklessly. Come get your girl. 🐾

🚨 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 Jennifer Honey — a 90-pound emotional support marshmallow disguised as a dog. Jennifer Honey is the kind of girl who makes you question every other dog you’ve ever met. Like… why aren’t you all this perfect? She knows all the commands (and actually listens, which for a Pyr...is sometimes unheard of), has manners so polished she could attend a formal dinner, and firmly believes her entire ninety-hundred-pound self belongs directly in your lap. Physics be damned. She is pure happiness wrapped in fur. The kind of dog who wakes up already thrilled to exist. The kind who looks at you with that goofy, sweet, slightly vacant expression and instantly cures whatever bad mood you were clinging to for personality reasons. Stress? Gone. Bad day? Never heard of her. Personal space? Also gone — but worth it. Jennifer Honey is warm, affectionate, endlessly joyful, and somehow both regal and ridiculous at the same time. She’s the dog equivalent of a weighted blanket, a serotonin boost, and a best friend who thinks you’re the coolest person alive… even when you’re just standing there doing absolutely nothing. Jennifer Honey’s origin story honestly reads less like a “how did this happen?” and more like a full-blown mystery novel — because how a 90-pound, 1.5-year-old Great Pyrenees like this ended up in a shelter is something we may never fully understand. Somewhere out there, someone fumbled the bag in a truly historic way. We don’t know the details, but we do know that letting Jennifer Honey go is the canine equivalent of accidentally throwing away a winning lottery ticket… and then watching someone else cash it. Jennifer Honey ending up with us doesn’t mean she lost — it means the odds just shifted dramatically in someone else’s favor. If you’re the one who adopts her, congratulations in advance: you’re about to win big. Like, “how did I get this lucky?” big. You didn’t just find a dog — you found a once-in-a-lifetime soul dog. When it comes to other dogs, she does have a brief internal vetting process. Once she’s decided they pass the vibe check, it’s game on. Friends are made, zoomies are activated, and suddenly you’re watching 90 pounds of Great Pyrenees joy galloping around like she just discovered happiness is contagious. Playing with her dog friends is one of her favorite hobbies, right up there with cuddling and reminding you she exists. Cats, however, are a different situation entirely. Jennifer Honey finds them absolutely fascinating — like weird, tiny dogs with questionable attitudes and zero social skills. She is very interested, mildly confused, and deeply curious. That said, she does just fine with dog-savvy cats who understand the universal language of “please don’t body-check me, you absolute unit.” She’s not out here trying to cause drama; she just wants to know what those fuzzy little creatures are doing and why they don’t want to be friends immediately. As for kids, she’s met a neighbor kiddo and did great — polite, gentle, and sweet. But let’s be realistic: Jennifer Honey is still a puppy trapped in a very strong, 90-pound body, and she has no concept of how large she actually is. Because of her size and strength, older, sturdier kids who won’t be taken out by an accidental enthusiastic lean are probably the best fit. She means well, but gravity is undefeated. Meeting new people? Oh, she’s a fan. A huge fan. Jennifer Honey loves humans, especially because humans are known to occasionally carry snacks, compliments, or at minimum, hands for petting. She greets new people with the optimism of someone who fully believes every stranger exists solely to adore her — and honestly, she’s usually right. Jennifer Honey operates at a very respectable medium energy level, which in real-life terms means she’s perfectly happy to do things… but also perfectly happy to not do things. She’s not scaling walls or demanding CrossFit-level enrichment, but she’s also not a decorative throw pillow. Think: enthusiastic participant who knows when it’s time to clock out and lounge like the distinguished lady she is. Car rides? Absolutely nailed it. She hops right in like she’s been training for this moment her whole life, immediately settles down, and assumes her role as Passenger Princess. Temperament-wise, she is a giant puppy wrapped in a very good girl package. She loves everyone. She loves everything. She especially loves snacks and squeaky toys. She is also a sensitive soul who takes raised voices very personally—not in a fearful way, but in a “oh no, have I disappointed you?” way. If she thinks she’s done something wrong, she will come over to apologize with her entire body, just in case. It’s devastatingly sweet. Adventure or homebody? Jennifer Honey is down for whatever. Hiking? Sure. Hanging out in the yard? Great. Road trip? Obviously. Staying home and supervising snacks? Ideal. She’s incredibly well-adjusted and smart, the kind of dog who rolls with whatever the day brings without spiraling into chaos or existential crisis. As for living situations, apartments are probably not her calling. Jennifer Honey likes to bark. Not excessively, but meaningfully. She’s an excellent alert dog who takes her neighborhood watch duties seriously. She loves having a yard or big space to zoom in, but she also deeply enjoys walks, so she’s adaptable—as long as her need to occasionally announce her observations to the world is respected. And finally, let’s talk about her brain. She is shockingly well trained, wildly intelligent, and the kind of dog who makes you look like a phenomenal owner even when you’re just along for the ride. Jennifer Honey has the house rules fully mastered, which honestly feels unfair to the rest of us still working on basic life skills. Potty trained? Yes. The kennel situation is best described as “I don’t love this for me, but I will comply.” She doesn’t need a kennel because she’s not out here making bad choices, but she will kennel up if asked. Chewing? None. Zero. She has zero interest in destroying your belongings, your shoes, or your sanity. Now for the part where everyone falls in love: Jennifer Honey is literally the BEST girl. She knows all the commands. Her manners are excellent. She believes she is a lap dog despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. She is endlessly happy, and her goofy, sweet face has the uncanny ability to erase bad days on sight. When you come home, she doesn’t just greet you—she bounces. Like Tigger. Like joy has physically possessed her body. Snacks, naps, and cold-weather zoomies are her favorite pastimes, in no particular order. She is affectionate without being demanding, playful without being wild, and loving in a way that feels genuinely special. Jennifer Honey isn’t just a good dog. She’s the kind of dog who becomes your dog. The kind who makes someone unbelievably lucky. The kind who quietly sets the standard and makes every other dog seem a little suspiciously mediocre by comparison. So here’s the deal: if you’ve read all of this and haven’t already emotionally committed to Jennifer Honey, we’re genuinely concerned about you. She will improve your mood, your daily routine, and your general outlook on life. She is, in short, an absolute treasure. If you would like to be the lucky human who wins this lottery, you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it over to her foster family. This is the part where we ask you to do the adult thing and complete the paperwork instead of just commenting “OMG I NEED HER” and hoping the universe handles it. Spoiler: it will not. Pickup will be in Midwest City, which feels like a very reasonable price to pay for a dog this good. Jennifer Honey is ready to become someone’s whole heart, lap ornament, and best friend—she’s just waiting on you to make it official. Go fill out the app. She’s got snacks to eat, naps to take, and a forever home to get to.

Meet Benedict — the emotional support loaf you didn’t know your life was missing. Benedict has the energy of someone who’s already done their healing journey, drinks water regularly, and doesn’t raise their voice in group chats. While other dogs are busy yelling at leaves, auditioning for Cirque du Soleil off the back of your couch, or committing light household crimes, Benedict is over here like, “No thank you. I’ll simply lay down and be perfect.” Benedict is ideal for anyone who wants a dog who won’t raise their blood pressure, steal their soul, or cause them to apologize to guests within five minutes of walking through the door. He’s comfort. He’s calm. He’s the living embodiment of “no thoughts, just peace.” If you’ve been craving a sweet, steady companion who feels less like a whirlwind and more like a deep exhale… Benedict is ready to quietly change your life while pretending it was no big deal. Meet Benedict — a 40-lb, 8-month-old Great Pyrenees mix who somehow ended up abandoned with his sister, Ruby Tuesday… which is absolutely wild, because abandoning this dog feels like accidentally throwing away a winning lottery ticket and then doubling down on the mistake. We genuinely do not understand how someone looked at Benedict — this sweet, gentle, emotionally available little cloud — and thought, “Nah.” Truly baffling. Astronomical levels of bad judgment. Their loss, though, because Benedict is what we in the rescue world call a gem. When it comes to other dogs, Benedict is that polite kid at the playground who really wants to play but is also deeply committed to good manners. He loves other dogs. Absolutely adores them. But instead of body-slamming into the group like a caffeinated gremlin, he approaches with a respectful “hello, I am friend” energy. He’s playful, friendly, and patient — the kind of dog who waits for others to warm up instead of taking it personally. Basically, he has better social skills than most adults. Cats? Jury’s still out. There are no cats on the premises, so Benedict has not yet been formally introduced to the concept of tiny roommates who judge you silently from countertops. Kids-wise, he’s been around older teenagers and handled it like a pro, which means he tolerated the noise, movement, and general teen energy without filing a complaint or asking to be moved to a quieter household. Calm. Unbothered. Emotionally stable. Meeting new people? Huge fan. Benedict does not believe in stranger danger — only stranger snuggles. New humans are greeted with enthusiasm, soft eyes, and a confident trot straight toward them like, “Ah yes, you must be here to pet me.” He’ll happily run up for cuddles, because obviously if you’ve entered his space, you are now part of his fan club. On the energy scale, he clocks in at a solid 6, which means he’s got enough pep to keep life interesting but not so much that you’ll be questioning your will to live by Tuesday. He’s happy to play, explore, toss toys around like confetti, and then—just as quickly—decide he’s done and dramatically melt into the nearest comfortable surface. Balance. Adventure or homebody? Why choose. Benedict is fully capable of going out, doing things, seeing the world, and then coming home to recover like he’s just returned from a three-week expedition. He’d do great with outings, experiences, and enrichment, as long as they’re followed by adequate decompression time and possibly a nap. Temperament-wise, he is sweet, calm, affectionate, and quietly wonderful. He loves toys with his whole heart, follows his humans like a loyal little shadow, plays nicely with other dogs, and then—very importantly—knows how to stop and chill. He’s not go-go-go all the time. He’s play, pause, cuddle, repeat. Water play remains a mystery, but baths? Hard pass. He did not love it. He endured it. Barely. With dignity. Mostly. Toys, however, are his passion project. He LOVES them. Carries them. Plays with them. Probably dreams about them. As for living arrangements, he’s flexible. Fenced yard, apartment, no fence with regular walks—he’s not picky. He’s more concerned with being with his people than the square footage situation. Let’s get into Benedict’s domestic résumé, because this man is out here quietly setting the bar very high… First of all, yes — Benedict is potty trained. Kennel status? Unclear, because frankly, it hasn’t been necessary. Benedict simply… exists with the family. He hangs out. He vibes. He free-roams like someone who’s earned your trust and has no interest in ruining it. Why crate when you can just be good? Barking? Minimal. This is not a dog who narrates his entire existence. He’s quiet, polite, and saves his voice for moments that actually matter — which are rare. Your neighbors will never know he’s there, and honestly, that’s a gift. When you’re away, he roams freely with the other dogs, acting like a well-adjusted member of society. Now for the important, very official, absolutely thrilling logistics portion: If Benedict has already convinced you that your life would be better with a sweet, gentle Great Pyrenees mix supervising it, you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it over to his foster family. This is not optional. This is the part where you prove you are serious and not just emotionally attached via Facebook. Pickup will be in Norman, OK, because Benedict does not deliver himself, does not Uber, and is not available for cross-country courier service. If you can handle that level of commitment, congratulations — you may be ready for dog ownership. Fill out the app. Come meet the boy. Fall in love. Take him home. Live happily ever after