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 Humphrey Bogart, a puppy so offensively nice it feels suspicious. Like… are we sure he’s real? Because this man has the temperament of a golden retriever-shaped hug and the moral compass of someone who returns their shopping cart every single time. His name suggests brooding mystery, trench coats, and dramatic pauses… and what we actually got is a sentient marshmallow who believes personal space is a myth and affection is a full-time job. Is he pretty much perfect? Honestly… yes. And we hate that for everyone else, because now the bar has been set unreasonably high. Humphrey Bogart is proof that sometimes the universe just drops a flawless, golden-hearted baby into your life and says, “Good luck ever finding another dog like this again.” Humphrey Bogart is a 4–5 month old, 54-lb male Great Pyrenees. Yes. Fifty-four. Pounds At four months old. Please take a moment to sit with that information. This means the large, fluffy unit you see before you is merely the preview. He will, in fact, double in size. So if 54 lbs is already flirting with your upper limit, Humphrey politely asks that you keep scrolling and save everyone the heartbreak. Because while he is the biggest teddy bear you’ll ever meet, he will never understand that he is big. He does not know his “big booty” blocks doorways. He does not believe physics applies to him. He is fully convinced he fits in laps. He does not. He will try anyway. Now for the part where we sigh deeply at humanity. Humphrey came to us from the shelter, which already feels impossible given that he is essentially a living stuffed animal. Humphrey Bogart does not meet other dogs — instead, he immediately enrolls them in a lifelong friendship contract. No warm-up period. No awkward sniff-and-decide phase. Just straight to “hi, I love you, what are we doing for the rest of our lives?” Cats? Humphrey has already proven he can coexist peacefully with the tiny, sharp-clawed overlords of the household. He stayed in the kitty room at the shelter. He treats cats like magical creatures he is honored to be near. The purrinators approve. New people? Please. Humphrey does not believe in strangers. Everyone he meets is instantly his best friend, and he would like to confirm this by giving them kisses immediately. There is no suspicion, no hesitation, no “let me think about you.” You have hands? You are friend. You exist? Also friend. Humphrey Bogart operates at a solid 4 out of 10 on the energy scale, which, in Great Pyrenees terms, means he is not here to run marathons. He is here to vibe, supervise, and then lie down dramatically somewhere nearby. Adventure dog or homebody? Humphrey’s true passion is being wherever his people are. New things don’t scare him, the world isn’t overwhelming, and he’s impressively well-adjusted for a literal infant. He’s not reckless, not fearful — just calmly curious and happy to be included. Water play? He has not yet experienced the liquid version, but snow? Snow is elite. Five stars. Would recommend. Toys? Yes. Big fan. Temperament-wise, Humphrey is… absurdly easy. Free-roaming the house. Minimal chewing. Mostly naps, toys, and quiet happiness. He is the kind of puppy that makes you double-check if you accidentally adopted a much older dog in a baby body. Sweet, gentle, unproblematic, and offensively good. He would love a fenced space to waddle around, investigate things at his own pace, and then lie down to think about them. Potty training with Humphrey is going… optimistically. Crate training exists. He does not love it. He does not hate it. He tolerates it the way someone tolerates a dentist waiting room — dramatic sighs, mild disappointment, but ultimately compliant. Barking-wise, Humphrey is a communicator. He likes to share his opinions, and in the car he will occasionally sing along to music like a soulful backup vocalist — until he abruptly falls asleep mid-song. It’s performance art. And here’s the honest truth: Humphrey is a giant love bug who is physically incapable of being anything but nice. He is trying so hard to do everything right. He wants to please, he wants to be good, and he wants to love you with his whole enormous body. So here’s the deal: if you’re looking for a giant, gentle, emotionally stable teddy bear who loves everyone, tries his absolute best, and will one day double in size while still believing he belongs in your lap — Humphrey Bogart is your guy. So here’s the deal: if you’re looking for a giant, gentle, emotionally stable teddy bear who loves everyone, tries his absolute best, and will one day double in size while still believing he belongs in your lap — Humphrey Bogart is your guy. If you think you might be ready for that level of goodness (and that level of dog), go ahead and fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app . That’s the only way we can send your info to his foster family — psychic vibes, comments saying “INTERESTED,” and manifesting in the group unfortunately do not count. And yes, you will need to pick him up in Midwest City, OK, because while Humphrey is many things, he is not a mail-order puppy and does not come with free shipping. Adopt Humphrey. Fall in love. Accept that your couch, your personal space, and your heart will never be the same.

*Warning: may cause instant emotional attachment.* My name is Sugar. I may be on the smaller side compared to my siblings (think compact marshmallow), but don’t let my fun-size stature fool you—I can absolutely zoom when the mood strikes. I enjoy a good run, a solid play session, maybe a brief moment of athleticism… and then I’m done. I will be over there. Laying down. By myself. Reflecting. Because unlike some puppies, I know when it’s time to clock out and recharge. Basically, I’m the perfect balance of playful puppy energy and soft, sweet, cuddle-first temperament. So if you’re looking for a dog who’s sweet without being wild, playful without being overwhelming, and snuggly without shame—congrats. You found me. I’m Sugar. And I absolutely live up to the name. 🍬💛 I am a 3–4 month old, 22-lb male Great Pyrenees mix, proud member of the Brew Crew (yes, we’re a thing, yes, we’re adorable). My siblings and I didn’t exactly have the smoothest start to life. We were found abandoned, which is rude, frankly, but luckily a very kind Good Samaritan stepped in and kept us safe. They loved us, but couldn’t keep us long-term, so they did the absolute best thing possible and handed us over to PPFT so we could find our real forever homes. Okay… deep breath. Here’s the part of my story that’s quieter—and heavier. At some point before I was rescued, I fractured my leg. We don’t know exactly how it happened—maybe I was hit by a car, maybe it was blunt force trauma—but what we do know is that it happened when I didn’t have anyone to keep me safe. No comfort. No vet. Just a baby puppy trying to survive. By the time kind humans stepped in, my leg had already started healing on its own. Which sounds hopeful—and it is—but it also means I walked around injured for who knows how long because there was no one there to help me sooner. The good news is the X-rays show it’s healing well, and because I’m still growing, the vet believes my leg should continue to correct itself with time. So, while I may walk around with a bit of a limp, I am one tough cookiNow we’re safe, growing, learning how to puppy properly, and waiting for our happily-ever-afters like the soft, fluffy protagonists we are. I’ve taken this opportunity to lean fully into my strengths: sweetness, snuggles, emotional availability, and being carried like a baby. Oh, other dogs? Yes. Big fan. Huge. Five stars. I love other dogs. Love them. Adore them. Will absolutely run, wrestle, tumble, and engage in highly competitive puppy WWE matches with them. I am enthusiastic, joyful, and fully committed to playtime. And then—because I am emotionally mature and in touch with my limits—I will be the first one to say, “Okay, that was fun, I’m done now,” and wander off to take a nap. So officially, my relationship status with cats is “unknown.” What I can tell you is that I’m generally a pretty chill dude with a solid off switch and a strong appreciation for minding my own business. But until I meet a cat and receive my formal evaluation (likely via intense staring), this remains an unanswered chapter in my autobiography. Kids? Yes. Specifically teenagers—the tall ones who move fast, make noise, and think they’re very cool. I haven’t tested the tiny, grabby human category yet, so my experience is limited to the older models. But with teens? I was chill, well-mannered, and didn’t embarrass myself even once. A solid performance, if I do say so myself. Ah, the age-old question: adventurer or homebody? Let's see, I absolutely love to play. I run. I zoom. I participate enthusiastically in all activities that involve legs, grass, or other dogs also running for no clear reason. I’m in it. I commit. I give 110%. And then—when my work is done—I love a good, hard nap. So could I be an adventure-seeker? Sure. Am I a homebody? Also yes. I believe in balance. Now, let’s talk snuggles. I love them. Deeply. I enjoy being held like a baby. Cradled. Carried. Rocked. If you scoop me up, I will immediately turn into a melted marshmallow and pretend I was born to be carried everywhere. No shame. Zero. And yes, I currently am healing from a fracture in my leg, but before you get sad—don’t. I’m tough as nails. I’m handling it like a champ, barely complaining, and honestly acting like this is just a minor inconvenience in my otherwise very busy schedule of being adorable and emotionally supportive. So in summary: I’m sweet, small-ish, soft-hearted, quietly confident, wildly snuggly, and apparently resilient enough to star in my own inspirational montage. If you’re looking for a gentle soul with puppy playfulness, calm vibes, and the strength of a tiny warrior wrapped in fluff…I am totally him. Now, a quick note for my future family—because transparency is important and I respect informed decision-making. I am a puppy. A baby. A literal child. Which means certain things will be your responsibility, not mine. For example: Potty training — I am not born knowing where your bathroom boundaries are. Training — I have a very good brain, but it needs guidance, consistency, and snacks. Yes, lots of snacks. Socialization — it’s your job to show me the world so I can grow up confident, polite, and brag-worthy. Like make your grandma want to take me home with her brag worthy. Puppy proofing — if you leave it within reach, that’s on you. I don't know what you are emotionally attached to yet. Help me become the kind of dog who makes you feel like you absolutely nailed this whole dog-parent thing. I’ll bring the sweetness, the cuddles, the resilience, and the charm. You bring the structure, the patience, and treats. Deal? 🐾💛 And now, the part where you stop scrolling, sigh dramatically, and say, “Okay fine, we’ll apply.” All I ask is that you fill out an adoption application at pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so PPFT can send it over to my very important foster family (they’re kind of a big deal). Then you’ll come pick me up in Norman, OK, where I will calmly and politely change your entire life. No pressure. Okay—some pressure. But the good kind. The “wow we really lucked out” kind. Apply responsibly. Love Sugar. 🐾💛

Yep, I know. I have the coolest and most adorable face. The one you’re already zooming in on. I know. I use it responsibly. Mostly. I am, by professional and peer review standards, sooo sweet. Like… suspiciously sweet. The kind of sweet that makes you forget what you were doing mid-sentence because I leaned slightly closer and looked at you with my “please love me forever” eyes. They are very effective, so I’ve been told. So if you’re looking for a sweet, soft, quietly affectionate little soul with a face that will emotionally manipulate you into lifelong commitment… congratulations. You found me. I am a 3–4 month old, 22-lb female Pyr mix, which means I’m currently in that awkwardly adorable phase where my paws are a little too big, my body hasn’t caught up yet, and I look like I’m going to grow into something quite majestic. I’m part of the Brew Crew—hence the name. And no, I am not named after a thick slab of meat (rude). I’m named after something far more universally loved and emotionally necessary: roasted coffee. You know… the thing most of you can’t function without. That feels accurate for since here soon you won't be able to live without me either ☕️🐾 My siblings and I didn’t exactly have the coziest start. We were found abandoned, and a very kind human scooped us up and kept us safe — but sometimes love looks like knowing when you can’t keep them. That’s how we landed with PPFT, where the whole goal is getting us to our happily-ever-afters instead of just surviving. Big upgrade. Five stars. Would recommend. Oh, other dogs? I do great, thank you for asking. I am very sweet, but please don’t confuse that with being a pushover. If I need to be a little feisty to hold my own, I absolutely can be. Balance is important. I love to play with other dogs—wrestling, bouncing, and general puppy shenanigans are very much my jam. Cats? I have not personally met one yet. That said, I am a polite young lady who is learning how to take cues from the world around me, so with proper introductions, guidance, and supervision (that part’s on you), there’s every reason to believe I could figure it out. Yes, I have been around teenagers—the tall humans who communicate mostly in sighs and sarcasm. Honestly? We get each other. You should probably know, I’m not the kind of girl who throws herself at strangers like it’s a meet-and-greet. I’m a bit timid at first—very much a watch from afar, collect data, form an opinion type. But once you pass the vibe check? I flip the switch to Sweet Baby Angel. Soft eyes, gentle affection, and suddenly I’m quietly glued to your side like I’ve known you forever. My energy level is a solid 6 out of 10—I enjoy playtime, zoomies happen on occasion, and I’m always down to hang… but I also fully respect naps, lounging, and doing absolutely nothing with purpose. Adventure-seeker or homebody? II’m on the quieter side, not exactly sprinting toward every new experience like it owes me money. New things get a polite pause, a careful stare, and a mental note. I prefer to work my way up to adventures, thank you very much. That said, I absolutely love to wrestle and play—especially with my dog friends—and I’m a big fan of enrichment activities that make me feel smart and accomplished. The ideal outing looks like this: try something new, feel brave about it, then return home immediately for a well-earned nap. Balance. I would thrive best with a securely fenced yard. I enjoy having a safe space to explore, play, wrestle, and occasionally stand around pretending I’m doing very important Pyr business. Could I handle leash walks? Sure. Do I prefer the freedom of a yard where I can build confidence at my own pace without the pressure of the outside world staring at me? Absolutely. A yard is where I can be my best, bravest self… and then go inside for a nap. Important announcement for my future family: I am a puppy, not a preloaded, fully programmed adult dog. This means you will need to handle things like potty training, puppy-proofing your home, socializing me with the world, and continuing my training so I can grow into a confident, well-adjusted, polite large dog instead of just a very cute freeloader with opinions. New experiences may take me a minute, but with patient humans who show me the ropes, I’ll get there. You bring consistency, patience, and guidance; I’ll bring effort, sweetness, and long-term loyalty. Teamwork makes the dream work. So anyway… if you’ve made it this far, congratulations—you already love me and just haven’t admitted it out loud yet. All that’s left for you to do is the easy part: fill out the adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so PPFT can send it over to my foster family and make this official. No pressure. Just a lifetime commitment to a very good girl with excellent vibes. Oh—and you’ll need to pick me up in Norman, OK. I won’t be driving as I kind of don't have a license ;)

Ah yes. Donald Pup. Valentine’s Day is approaching, and Donald is very much the shy, nerdy kid standing in the hallway clutching a crumpled note that says “Do you maybe possibly want to be my Valentine? Circle yes or absolutely yes.” At first glance, he’s a little reserved. Polite. Quiet. The type who needs a moment to assess the situation, make sure the vibes are good, and confirm you’re not about to laugh at him in front of the whole cafeteria. He takes things slowly, watches carefully, and works up the courage one deep breath at a time. But once those nerves settle? Oh buddy. Game over. Because the second Donald decides you’re safe, he transforms into a full-blown teddy bear with zero concept of personal space. He loves being held. Pick him up and he doesn’t just relax—he melts. Like warm chocolate. Like a puppy-shaped weighted blanket. Like he’s been waiting his whole life for someone to scoop him up and say, “You’re mine now.” And just when you think he’s all soft glances and gentle cuddles, he sprinkles in a little silliness—just enough to keep you smiling and wondering how you got this emotionally attached so fast. The longer you look at him, the harder it gets to stop. First it’s his cute face. Then it’s his sweet, cautious nature. Then suddenly you’re in love with his whole personality and planning your future together. Let’s talk about Donald Pup, because the audacity of his backstory needs to be addressed. Donald is a 7-week-old, 8-lb male Pyr/Lab mix who somehow—somehow—ended up in the shelter with his sister Daisy. Yes. A literal baby. A marshmallow with legs. A creature whose only crimes include being unbearably cute and possibly not knowing what taxes are yet. And yet, there he was. In the slammer. For the absolutely unforgivable offense of someone deciding they didn’t want him. We would like to formally state for the record that this is an absolute offense against humanity, and we will be pressing charges emotionally. Because look at him. This is not a dog who should know what a shelter is. This is a dog who should only know warm blankets, gentle cuddles, and being told he’s perfect approximately 47 times a day. Thankfully, that chapter is closed. Donald is with us now, and his future is bright. We’re talking a lifetime of “awwww” reactions, soft kisses, and people falling in love with him five seconds after meeting him. He’s sweet. He’s gentle. He’s got that soulful, tender energy that makes you look at him and immediately think, “Yep. That’s my soul dog.” And listen—we already know. When we reach out for an update someday, this will be the dog whose adopter sends us photos with captions like “I can’t imagine life without him". Around other dogs, he starts off in polite introvert mode. A little shy. A little “I’m just going to stand over here and observe the vibes.” But give him a minute, and suddenly he’s clocked in for puppy playtime, happily bouncing around with the other puppies in his foster home. Cats remain an unconfirmed mystery. He has not met one yet. We cannot confirm whether he will be respectful, confused, or simply assume it is a strangely shaped dog. Kids, on the other hand, are likely to get the absolute best version of him. Donald is calm, gentle, and surprisingly polite for someone who still fits in the “tiny potato” category. He does technically possess sharp puppy teeth—because biology—but so far he has chosen to use them responsibly. Donald’s personality can best be described as soft-spoken sweetheart with a very strong cuddle agenda. He’s a little shy at first—the kind of guy who needs a minute to read the room and make sure no one’s about to hurt his feelings. He prefers to take things slow, build trust, and then… boom. Once he’s comfortable, he flips the switch and turns into pure affection. Pick him up and he doesn’t just relax—he fully dissolves. Like a puppy-shaped marshmallow. Resistance is futile. Energy-wise, he’s sitting comfortably at about a 5 out of 10. Calm. Laid-back. Not here to cause problems. He’s mostly content to exist peacefully, soak up affection, and vibe. That said, this rating may increase slightly as he settles in and discovers the full range of his puppy powers—but for now, he’s more “gentle teddy bear” than “chaotic gremlin.” Right now, Donald is a shy little gentleman with excellent intentions and absolutely no life experience. Your job is to help him grow into the kind of polite, well-mannered, emotionally stable dog who makes your family member—yes, the one who once said “you do not need another dog”—suddenly show up unannounced “just to say hi” and then stay for two hours to cuddle him. You will need to show him the world is not scary, the floor is not lava, and strangers are just future admirers he hasn’t met yet. People, dogs, kids, new places, weird noises, and yes—that suspicious trash bin that appears every week and deserves side-eye until proven harmless. Training? Yes, that too. Donald is not secretly studying obedience while you sleep. He’s a blank slate. A soft little sponge. A puppy with great intentions and absolutely no idea what’s expected of him yet. With guidance, consistency, and kindness, he’ll soak it all up and turn into the kind of dog you can take anywhere So here’s the deal: if you’ve read all of this and thought, “Wow. I would absolutely rearrange my life for this puppy,” then congratulations — you are Donald Pup’s target audience. He’s sweet, gentle, cuddly, emotionally available, and already practicing his future role as someone’s soul dog. Now for the slightly less romantic part. If you want to adopt this tiny heart-stealer, you must fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app This is not optional. This is how we make sure Donald ends up with the right human and how we send your info to his foster family. Please do not attempt to telepathically claim him. We’ve tried. It doesn’t work. And yes — pickup will be in Skiatook, OK. No, we cannot beam him directly to your house. He will not Uber. He is eight pounds and has no credit card. Do the application. Come to Skiatook. Meet Donald. Fall hopelessly in love.

🚨 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.