Size
(when grown) X-Large 101 lbs (46 kg) or more
Details
Good with kids,
Good with dogs,
House-trained,
Spayed or Neutered,
Shots are up-to-date,
Story
📖 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.
