Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Tulsa, 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.

🛡️👑 All rise for Her Royal Floofness... Majesty. 👑🛡️ Every kingdom needs a ruler, and this one just so happens to have four paws, the fluffiest royal robe you've ever seen, and absolutely zero interest in letting anyone else claim the title of "most majestic." As the biggest girl in the Guardian Litter, Majesty didn't just show up to court...she arrived expecting the royal fanfare. Frankly, with all that floof, who could blame her? Don't let the crown fool you, though. Majesty isn't one of those rulers who spends all day making dramatic speeches from a castle balcony. She's much more of a "benevolent queen of cuddles" type. She's wonderfully easy-going, takes life's little adventures in stride, and carries herself with the quiet confidence of someone who knows she was born to be adored. And let's address the royal elephant in the room: yes, she has enough fluff to qualify as her own weighted blanket. We're fairly certain if she gets any fluffier, she'll need to apply for her own ZIP code. 📍 Location: McAlester, OK -Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. Apply at: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Majesty is a 9-week-old, 15-pound female Great Pyrenees, and despite what her name might suggest, her royal upbringing was...let's just say the castle had some serious budget cuts. Before rescue, this little princess wasn't lounging on velvet cushions while loyal subjects fed her grapes. Nope. She was busy weaving through traffic like she had unlocked some secret level of Frogger while also trying to avoid the local coyote population, who clearly never received the memo that one does not mess with royalty. Thankfully, her kingdom (also known as Pyr Paws N Fluffy Tails Rescue) finally found her and whisked her away to safety. Unfortunately, the universe apparently decided one near-death experience wasn't dramatic enough for a future queen. Shortly after arriving in foster care, her foster noticed something wasn't right. The diagnosis? The dreaded parvo. Out of all of her siblings, Majesty was hit the hardest. But Parvo picked the wrong princess. Today, Majesty has officially kicked parvo's royal backside and is back to doing what puppies do best—growing, playing, collecting admirers, and proving that underneath all that glorious floof is one incredibly resilient little girl. If courage came with a crown, she'd be wearing the biggest one in the kingdom. When it comes to making friends, Majesty firmly believes there is no such thing as too much enthusiasm. Personal space? Never heard of her. She greets other dogs like they're long-lost members of the royal court returning from a decades-long quest, launching herself directly into their faces to shower them with love and kisses. Thankfully, she's also a respectful little royal. If another dog politely reminds her that perhaps breathing directly into their eyeballs isn't proper etiquette, she'll immediately back down, accept the correction, and carry on. Court manners are still a work in progress, but she's a very willing student. As for cats? The royal council has yet to schedule that diplomatic meeting, so we don't know how Her Majesty feels about feline ambassadors just yet. When it comes to tiny humans, Majesty hasn't had the pleasure of meeting any children yet. That said, we have a feeling she'd absolutely adore having little royal subjects to play with. The only catch? At this stage, she occasionally forgets she's a fluffy Great Pyrenees puppy and not a dainty little lap dog. Her excitement tends to make her body operate a few seconds faster than her brain, so she may accidentally bowl over very small kiddos in her quest to distribute kisses and happiness. Meeting new people is where you really see the sweet side of this little queen. She won't march into the throne room demanding everyone's attention. Instead, she'll hang back for a moment, carefully deciding whether you've been deemed worthy of an audience. It only takes a few days (sometimes much less) before she realizes you're one of the good peasants—I mean...trusted members of the kingdom. And once you've earned your royal approval? The cautious little princess disappears, replaced by a full-body wigglebutt whose tail seems convinced it's being paid by the wag. Congratulations...you've officially been accepted into Majesty's court. On the Royal Energy Scale, Majesty earns herself a respectable 6 out of 10. She's got enough pep to patrol the kingdom, zoom around the yard, and investigate every important royal matter (such as that suspicious leaf that definitely wasn't there five minutes ago), but she's equally happy to retire to the castle afterward and supervise her humans from a comfortable spot nearby. A queen must know when to rule...and when to nap. Her royal carriage service is currently required because, well...she's still only 15 pounds and her legs haven't quite reached "hop into an SUV" status yet. Once she's safely aboard, however, she's an excellent passenger. As for leash walks? The royal advisors have ruled that she's simply too young for those adventures just yet. Right now, she's focusing on the important business of growing into all that floof before she begins inspecting the neighboring kingdoms. Will Majesty grow into an adventurous explorer or a professional couch ornament? Why not both? She loves racing around the yard, investigating her domain, and playing until she's convinced she's conquered every blade of grass. But once she's back inside, she's perfectly content hanging out near her favorite humans. Even queens appreciate quality time with their loyal subjects. Water, however, is beneath her. Splashing around? Hard pass. Apparently this queen has no interest in becoming a soggy monarch. Toys, on the other paw? Those have received the royal seal of approval. She loves batting them around, pouncing on them, and generally making sure they know who's in charge. Fetch, however, is where Majesty has chosen to reinterpret the rules. She'll enthusiastically chase the ball because, obviously, it had the audacity to roll away from her. But bringing it back? Excuse you. Royalty does not retrieve things. That's what loyal subjects are for. As for living arrangements, Majesty would likely vote in favor of a kingdom with a securely fenced yard. Could she technically live somewhere without one? Maybe. But let's not forget she's a Great Pyrenees. Their ancestors were literally bred to make independent decisions, and modern Pyrs have lovingly continued the family tradition of saying, "I appreciate your opinion...but I have my own plans." Without a secure fence, there's a very real chance you'll experience what we affectionately call a disapyr—the magical phenomenon where your fluffy white cloud suddenly decides to embark on a solo expedition to inspect neighboring kingdoms. We'd really prefer to avoid that particular adventure. Potty training is coming along nicely and is exactly what you'd expect from a baby puppy—a work in progress. She's doing a fantastic job using her pee pads and has already figured out one very important house rule: we don't turn our bedroom into a bathroom. She keeps her crate clean overnight, which is a pretty impressive accomplishment for someone whose life experience still fits neatly into a couple of months. Speaking of her crate...it's officially been designated her royal chambers. Rather than viewing it as puppy prison, Majesty happily wanders in throughout the day to relax, chew on a toy, or enjoy a little peace and quiet away from the hustle and bustle of court life. Like any respectable teething puppy, Majesty briefly declared war on table legs and chair legs, apparently believing they were handcrafted chew toys provided by the kingdom. Fortunately, once actual chew bones and toys entered the picture, she quickly realized those are much tastier—and significantly less likely to upset the royal homeowners. She's a smart cookie and caught on fast. She's also surprisingly quiet for a puppy. Most of the time, she keeps her royal proclamations to herself. That is...until she spotted a deer outside. Then we got to hear her official Big Girl Bark, and apparently someone had to inform the wildlife that this kingdom was already under excellent management. One thing future adopters should know is that Majesty is nothing short of a little warrior. She was the first puppy in her litter to show signs of parvo and, by far, the sickest. She left the hospital with an entire pharmacy's worth of medications while her body fought to recover. But if her story has proven anything, it's that this little queen is tougher than she looks. Today, she's bounced back beautifully and continues getting stronger every single day. And finally...let's revisit the floof. Remember when we said she was the fluffiest girl in the litter? We weren't exaggerating. This puppy comes with enough fur to qualify as a weather system. Daily brushing will become part of your royal duties, and as she grows into her magnificent Great Pyrenees coat, she'll generously share tiny pieces of herself with your clothes, your furniture, your car, your coffee, and probably your dinner. Consider it a gift. Royal glitter, if you will. 👑 Think Majesty is the queen you've been waiting to serve? Then it's time to submit your official petition to the crown...also known as an adoption application. Head over to https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app and fill it out so our rescue peasants—I mean volunteers—can send it over to Majesty's foster family for review. Unfortunately, despite her intelligence, Majesty still lacks opposable thumbs, so she can't personally scroll through applications while lounging on her imaginary throne. Tragic, really. If her foster family decides your kingdom is the perfect match, you'll get the greatest royal decree of all: the opportunity to make Majesty part of your family. 📍 Pickup Location: McAlester, OK And yes, you'll need to come pick her up yourself. Queens do many things, but they do not ship via Amazon Prime, DoorDash, UPS, carrier pigeon, royal carriage, or teleportation spell. A proper queen deserves a grand entrance into her new kingdom...and that starts with her family coming to claim her in person.

💎👑 Please rise for Her Grace, Countess. 👑💎 This elegant little aristocrat carries herself like she inherited a centuries-old estate complete with servants, chandeliers, and a trust fund. She doesn't need to announce that she's important—you'll know the moment she gracefully parks herself on the deck, surveys her kingdom, and silently judges the landscaping decisions you've made. Naturally, a lady of her status has a few expectations. For example, the grass should be dry. Perfectly dry. Dew? Absolutely unacceptable. Rain? How dare the weather. If the lawn has the audacity to be even slightly damp, Countess will politely wait for someone to chauffeur her to an appropriate potty location because, quite frankly, wet paws are beneath her social standing. With her striking looks, graceful personality, and just the right amount of diva energy, Countess has all the makings of nobility. She may not actually own a castle....but we're pretty sure she's already picking out where she'd like you to build one. 📍 Location: McAlester, OK -Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. Apply at: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Countess is a 9-week-old, 17-pound female Great Pyrenees, and while her title suggests she was born into luxury, her actual résumé looked a little less Downton Abbey and a lot more survival expert. Before rescue, this little noblewoman spent her days weaving through traffic like she'd mistaken the highway for a royal promenade, all while doing her best to avoid the coyotes that considered the area part of their estate. It's safe to say her early life was missing a few important aristocratic essentials...like safety, room service, and a staff whose sole purpose was making sure Her Grace never had to worry about anything. Thankfully, her royal rescue party arrived just in time. But because apparently the universe enjoys giving tiny puppies unnecessarily difficult origin stories, Countess wasn't out of the woods yet. Shortly after arriving in foster care, her foster realized something wasn't quite right. The diagnosis? The dreaded parvo. She tackled it with far more grit than you'd ever expect from someone who now refuses to let a single dewdrop touch her royal paws. These days, Countess has officially evicted parvo from her kingdom and is back where she belongs—playing, growing, supervising her household from the deck like she's conducting inspections of the royal grounds, and reminding everyone that courage and elegance can absolutely coexist. She may be a self-proclaimed diva when it comes to damp grass…but this little Countess has already proven that when life throws her a real battle, she's anything but delicate. Beneath all that beauty is one incredibly brave little girl who's ready to trade surviving for simply being someone's beloved best friend. When it comes to mingling with the other members of high society, Countess is surprisingly down-to-earth. She absolutely loves other dogs and is always happy to invite them to what she assumes is a royal garden party. She enjoys playing, chasing, and generally making new friends, but unlike some overenthusiastic nobles, she actually understands etiquette. If another dog politely declines her invitation or lets her know they'd rather not participate in today's festivities, Countess respectfully accepts their decision and moves on. Proper court manners? Already ahead of schedule. As for cats, the neighboring feline kingdom has yet to schedule a diplomatic summit, so we simply don't know how Her Grace feels about whiskered dignitaries. Countess also hasn't had the pleasure of meeting any tiny humans yet, but we think she'd likely do quite well with kiddos. She is, however, still very much a puppy, which means she's currently attending the prestigious Academy of "Everything Belongs in My Mouth." During this teething phase, she'll occasionally mistake fingers, sleeves, and unsuspecting pant legs for chew toys. It's completely normal puppy behavior, but like any young aristocrat, she'll benefit from gentle guidance as she learns the difference between appropriate royal toys and...well...your children. Meeting new people? Countess doesn't waste time waiting for formal introductions. If she spots a potential new subject—I mean friend—she's thrilled to make their acquaintance. Her excitement sometimes causes her to forget that four paws are generally expected to remain on the ground, so she'll occasionally greet visitors with an enthusiastic little hop. Fortunately, once the initial celebration is over, she settles down quickly. She's incredibly smart, eager to learn, and this is one of those puppy habits that should improve nicely with consistency and training. On the Royal Activity Index, Countess clocks in at a lively 7 out of 10. She's got enough energy to conduct thorough inspections of the kingdom, organize spontaneous zoomie festivals, and ensure every toy has been properly tested for durability. But once her noble duties are complete, she's more than happy to retire to the castle and spend quality time lounging beside her favorite humans. Even aristocrats appreciate a good nap. At the moment, Countess still requires a chauffeur to load her into the royal carriage because she's simply too little to hop in herself. Once she's settled, though, she's the picture of composure. As for leash walks, Her Grace has informed us she's still a bit young for those official royal processions. Like every puppy, she'll need time, patience, and practice to learn proper leash etiquette, but she certainly seems like the type who will enjoy strolling through her kingdom once she's old enough. Will she grow into an adventurous explorer or a distinguished homebody? The answer appears to be...yes. Countess loves running around the yard, playing with the other dogs, and investigating every fascinating corner of her domain. But when the excitement dies down, she's perfectly content relaxing with her people and supervising household operations from a comfortable location. Her overall personality is exactly what you'd hope for from a future noblewoman. She's incredibly sweet, adapts quickly to routines, loves to play, and equally enjoys winding down with her humans afterward. In fact, she's become so accustomed to mealtime that she has developed her own little pre-dinner performance. As her foster prepares breakfast or dinner, Countess breaks into an adorable happy dance worthy of a royal celebration, accompanied by the sweetest little song to politely remind everyone that she is, in fact, waiting very patiently for her banquet. Water games, however? Hard pass. Countess has made it abundantly clear that damp paws are an unacceptable condition for members of the aristocracy. Toys, on the other paw, have been officially approved by the crown. She loves chasing them, pouncing on them, and making sure they're all properly exercised. Fetch, however, is apparently a misunderstood concept. Countess will enthusiastically chase the ball because obviously it cannot be allowed to escape the estate. Retrieving it and bringing it back to you, though? That's where your expectations become unreasonable. A Countess does not fetch. She delegates. When it comes to choosing her forever kingdom, Countess would much prefer one with a securely fenced yard. Could she survive without one? Perhaps. But let's remember she's a Great Pyrenees, a breed famous for believing property lines are more like...friendly suggestions. Give a Pyr an unfenced yard and before long they'll decide it's their civic duty to inspect the entire neighborhood, three nearby counties, and possibly a neighboring state. We'd really hate for Her Grace to perform an unauthorized royal tour, so a secure fence is definitely high on her list. An apartment probably wouldn't be her first choice, either. While she's perfectly capable of relaxing indoors, she's also a growing puppy who enjoys stretching her legs, chasing her sisters, and conducting very important inspections of her outdoor estate. A little room to romp would suit this Countess just fine. Potty training is also exactly where you'd expect it to be—with a baby puppy who's learning a little more every day. Consistency, patience, and plenty of praise will help this young noblewoman continue earning her degree in House Manners. When bedtime rolls around, Countess settles into her crate beautifully. She sleeps peacefully with one of her sisters, proving that even independent aristocrats enjoy a royal slumber party. Like every teething puppy, Countess briefly launched a campaign against table legs and chair legs, apparently believing handcrafted wooden furniture was included in her chew toy collection. Thankfully, once actual chew bones and puppy toys were introduced, she caught on quickly. She's a smart little lady who learns fast when given the right alternatives. As for barking, she's still relatively quiet. She occasionally joins in while roughhousing with her sisters, and she'll happily announce the arrival of deer, because apparently someone has to keep the wildlife informed that they're entering noble territory. And finally, let's discuss the diva allegations. They're accurate. Countess genuinely carries herself like she owns the estate. She'll perch on the deck with an expression that says, "Yes...everything the sunlight touches is under my supervision," quietly observing her kingdom like a tiny aristocrat conducting daily inspections. Then there's the grass. If it's dry? Wonderful. Business may proceed. If there's morning dew? Absolutely not. Her Grace refuses to lower herself to such conditions. In fact, if the lawn has the nerve to be damp, her foster literally has to pick her up and place her on the grass before she'll even consider taking care of business. Wet paws are, quite simply, beneath a Countess of her stature. Behind the dramatic standards, though, is an incredibly loving, intelligent, resilient little girl with movie-star looks and a heart that's every bit as beautiful as her fluffy coat. She'll make you laugh daily, keep you endlessly entertained, and somehow convince you that carrying a puppy to avoid damp grass is a perfectly reasonable part of your morning routine. Honestly...she already has us trained. 👑 Has Countess graciously allowed you to dream about becoming part of her royal court? Excellent. Your first assignment as a loyal subject is surprisingly simple. Head over to https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app and submit your official request for an audience with Her Grace. Once you've completed your paperwork (because apparently even royalty is buried in bureaucracy), our wonderful volunteers will send your application to Countess's foster family for review. If you're chosen, you'll gain far more than just a puppy. You'll receive a loyal best friend, a professional cuddle consultant, an expert squirrel and deer supervisor, a tiny diva with a heart of gold, and a fluffy companion who somehow survived traffic, coyotes, and parvo only to declare war on...morning dew. Priorities. 📍 Pickup Location: McAlester, OK And yes, you'll need to come pick her up yourself. Countess will not be arriving via Amazon Prime, UPS, FedEx, Uber, Lyft, private jet, royal carriage, trebuchet, or a team of highly trained carrier pigeons. While we're confident she'd look absolutely fabulous riding in a horse-drawn carriage, the rescue insists her forever family make the journey to bring her home in person.

🏝️🔥 SURVIVOR: TEENY CHIRICHILLO 🔥🏝️ 📍 Pickup Location: Oklahoma City, Oklahoma -Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Every season of Survivor has that contestant who's impossible to predict. One minute you think you've got them figured out. The next minute they're doing something completely unexpected, and somehow you're smiling the entire time. Meet Teeny. See, Teeny has developed what we can only assume is one of the greatest reward challenges in Survivor history. It goes something like this...You walk over to pick her up. She notices. She immediately drops into the classic puppy play bow—front legs stretched low, little fluffy bottom in the air—and gives you a look that says, "Come and get me!" So you do. She bounces just out of reach. You take another step. She bounces back. You think you've got her. Nope. Another bounce. Its not fear. It's not even resistance. It's a game. And judging by the expression on her face, she is having the time of her life playing it with you. Eventually—usually after a minute or two of this highly competitive event—you finally scoop her up. And then...She completely melts. What makes her so endearing is how interactive she is with her people. She doesn't just exist alongside you—she wants to engage with you. She loves the back-and-forth, the little games, the playful moments that make ordinary days feel a little more special. She's wonderfully social, absolutely loves being held, and genuinely enjoys spending time with her humans. Teeny Chirichillo is a 6-week-old, 11-pound female Great Pyrenees/potential Anatolian Shepherd mix. Mom certainly looks like a purebred Great Pyrenees, but Dad has remained one of rescue's greatest unsolved mysteries. Somewhere out there he's living his best life while an entire rescue continues asking, "Okay...but WHO ARE YOU?" Until he decides to make a dramatic appearance at the reunion show, "potential Anatolian Shepherd mix" is the best answer we've got. Teeny came to rescue alongside her incredible mama, Carolyn, and all of her siblings after their little tribe found themselves abandoned with nowhere safe to go. At just 6 weeks old, she's already tipping the scales at 11 pounds, based on her current growth, we'd estimate she'll probably mature somewhere around 70-80 pounds...give or take. Just as soon as Jeff Probst awards us the hidden immunity idol that comes with the ability to predict the future we will let you know for sure. One thing we don't have to guess is the kind of dog Teeny is becoming. She's playful, affectionate, wonderfully interactive, and already proving that life is simply more fun when you treat every day like there's a game to be played. She's the kind of puppy who'll make you laugh long before she realizes she's doing anything funny—and somehow, by the end of the day, you'll discover she hasn't just won the reward challenge...She's quietly won your heart. Teeny has apparently decided that one of life's greatest joys is making new friends. Whether they have two legs or four. When it comes to other dogs, she's absolutely all in. She's had the most experience with Katmai, the incredibly patient and gentle resident "auntie," and Teeny thinks Katmai is the greatest thing since puppy mush. She and her siblings happily climb all over her, wrestle with her, nap beside her, and generally treat her exactly the way they treat their own mama. Then there's Parker. Poor, sweet Parker. Parker has also met the puppies, but unlike Katmai, he isn't entirely convinced that having a parade of enthusiastic little fluffballs following him everywhere is the reward challenge he signed up for. Teeny, however, remains blissfully unaware. Like every confident puppy, Teeny has absolutely no concept that she's considerably smaller than the adult dogs around her. In her mind, they're simply larger playmates who are obviously thrilled she's there. Cats are still one of the few contestants who haven't joined this season of Survivor, but based on Teeny's personality, we'd expect her first thought to be: "OH! A what a weird looking dog, we are totally going to be BFF's!" Whether the cat accepts that invitation...well...that's entirely up to the cat. Children haven't officially entered Teeny's game yet, but we'd honestly be surprised if they didn't become one of her favorite alliances. This girl is wonderfully social and loves interacting with people. Of course, like with any puppy, we'd always encourage teaching both children and Teeny how to interact respectfully with one another. Puppies are learning, kids are learning, and together they can become an incredible team. Teeny's energy level lands right around a 5 out of 10, which is pretty much the perfect puppy balance. What really makes Teeny unforgettable, though, isn't her energy level. It's her personality. This girl is wonderfully social and absolutely loves being held. If you scoop her up for a cuddle, she's perfectly content to settle into your arms and soak up all the affection you're willing to give. She's interactive, clever, and loves engaging with her people. She isn't just looking for someone to feed her and throw a toy once in a while—she wants someone to laugh with, play with, and create little traditions with every day. She's the kind of puppy who turns ordinary moments into memories. The one who'll invent games you never knew existed. The one who'll make you smile before you've even finished your morning coffee. And the one who'll happily curl up in your lap afterward as if to say, "See? Wasn't that fun?" Like every Survivor contestant, Teeny still has a few challenges ahead. Potty training is one of the biggest. Right now she's just beginning to understand that humans have designated bathroom locations, and frankly, she's still deciding whether this new system is really necessary. Leash training should be...entertaining. If Teeny's "come catch me" game is any indication, we suspect she'll have a few opinions about this strange rope that's suddenly attached to her. Positive reinforcement, patience, consistency, and remembering that guardian breeds are independent thinkers will make all the difference. Great Pyrenees aren't known for blindly following instructions—they prefer to understand why they're doing something. Think of training less as giving orders and more as negotiating with a very fluffy toddler who's surprisingly good at making counteroffers. Basic obedience is another adventure you'll enjoy together. Teeny is bright, engaged, and loves interacting with her people, which gives her a wonderful foundation for learning. "Sit," "stay," "come," and "leave it" are all absolutely within her abilities. She'll just appreciate making training feel like another fun game instead of homework. Socialization may be Teeny's easiest reward challenge of all. She's already a wonderfully social little girl who enjoys interacting with people and thrives on engagement. Continuing to introduce her to friendly people, polite dogs, different environments, new sounds, car rides, everyday household noises, and all kinds of positive experiences will help her grow into the confident, well-rounded gentle giant she's meant to become. Every happy new experience is another building block toward an incredible adult dog. Well...You made it all the way to the end. Which means one of two things has happened. Either you came here seriously considering adopting Teeny...Or you had absolutely no intention of adopting another dog and have now become emotionally invested in a tiny fluffy puppy whose favorite hobby is making humans participate in a game they didn't realize they agreed to. So, if you've decided Teeny has officially become the Sole Survivor of your heart, it's time for your final reward challenge. Don't worry, this one's much easier than anything Jeff Probst has ever dreamed up. No eating mystery jungle cuisine that should've remained in the jungle. Instead...Your challenge is to fill out an adoption application. The real hidden immunity idol is finding the motivation to complete forms. Once you've heroically conquered this obstacle, we'll send your application over to Teeny's foster family so they can get to know you and decide whether you're the best lifelong match. Around here, we don't crown whoever clicks "Submit" the fastest—we're looking for the family that's going to love her through puppy zoomies, teenage shenanigans, and all the wonderful years that follow. Forever beats a million dollars every single time. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app If you're selected, your final reward challenge is a road trip to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, where Teeny will almost certainly invite you to one last game of "Come Catch Me" before deciding you've officially earned your cuddles. Now, before anyone asks...No, Teeny cannot be overnighted. Jeff Probst still refuses to personally deliver puppies while saying, "The tribe has spoken." Honestly...His commitment to disappointing us is impressive.

📖🦘 THE OFFICIAL ROO OWNER'S MANUAL 📍 Pickup Location: Yukon, Oklahoma Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Congratulations on Discovering the Hundred Acre Wood's Original Bounce-Powered Puppy. First things first...If you're looking for a calm, sensible puppy who carefully thinks through every decision before making it.....you may have accidentally picked up Kanga's handbook. This one belongs to Roo. And Roo has exactly two speeds: BOUNCE and Battery depleted. Please recharge with cuddles. There is absolutely no middle setting. Like her namesake from the Hundred Acre Wood, Roo approaches every single day with the unwavering confidence that whatever happens next is probably going to be the greatest adventure of her entire life. Should we chase the toy? Absolutely. Should we zoom across the yard for reasons that are completely unknown to everyone—including Roo herself? Without question. Should we immediately collapse into your lap afterward and snore like we've been working a full-time job? Also yes. Especially yes. Roo believes life should be lived at full speed until your internal batteries reach exactly 1%, at which point the only logical solution is to transform into the cuddliest, sleepiest little teddy bear you've ever met. Honestly...It's a system that seems to be working remarkably well for her. So welcome to the handbook. We hope you brought comfortable shoes....and a cozy blanket. You're going to need both. Before we continue, it's probably important to make sure you've correctly identified the species. This particular Roo is a 3-month-old, 18-pound Great Pyrenees mix. According to the shelter paperwork, she's also an Aussie mix. Could that be true? Absolutely. We have a sneaking suspicion a Golden Retriever may have quietly slipped into the family tree at some point, nodded politely, and never spoke of it again. And then...There are the ears. Oh, the ears. They're not just ears. They're tiny works of art. Frankly, we're convinced they have their own personalities. Now, every handbook has an origin story, and unfortunately Roo's didn't begin in the Hundred Acre Wood. Instead, she and her siblings found themselves sitting in a shelter. We know. We had to process that information too. Because look at her. She doesn't look like a shelter puppy. She looks like the Beanie Baby your parents bought you when you were little—the one affectionately named something incredibly original like "Beary." The one that somehow made it through childhood, road trips, thunderstorms, family vacations, and approximately twelve million bedtime cuddles. She's soft enough to make blankets feel insecure. Cute enough to make your phone storage immediately fill with photos. So yes...We're still scratching our heads trying to understand how someone so unbelievably lovable ever ended up waiting behind shelter walls. But maybe the Hundred Acre Wood had other plans. Maybe her story wasn't waiting for just any family. Maybe it was waiting for the one who would look at those goofy ears, that teddy bear face, and that joyful little sparkle in her eyes and think, "Yep...that's my Roo." One thing the original stories forgot to mention is that Roo never actually met a stranger. We're correcting the historical record. Because this Roo has apparently decided that every living creature she encounters is simply someone she hasn't had the pleasure of befriending yet. Other dogs? Wonderful. She gets along beautifully with both her littermates and the resident adult dogs, happily bouncing into whatever game is currently happening without so much as reading the invitation first. She's actually one of the sweeter, more passive puppies of the bunch. She's so polite that if one of her siblings wanders over and decides her food looks more interesting than theirs, Roo is often the one quietly thinking, "Well...I suppose you probably wanted it more than I did." Cats, however, remain classified as an "ongoing research project." No feline volunteers have participated in the study, so we'll have to file that report under To Be Determined. Children, on the other hand? Roo has completed extensive field testing. From ages 7 through 15, she has determined that kids are absolutely delightful and usually arrive with the two things she values most: Attention....and opportunities to run around like everyone collectively forgot they have knees. A household where something exciting is always happening? Sign her up. Now, lets talk about her tail. Because once that tail gets going, basic laws of physics begin to feel more like friendly suggestions. It's attached to her body. We're reasonably sure. But every time a new person walks through the door, it starts wagging with such enthusiasm that we're half convinced it's eventually going to achieve liftoff and begin orbiting the room independently. The wonderful thing about Roo is that she lives every day with the kind of joy most of us wish we could bottle. And somehow, despite all that endless bouncing around, she still manages to be one of the sweetest little teddy bears you'll ever have the pleasure of hugging once the zoomies finally run out of fuel. Researchers have spent countless hours trying to determine exactly what powers a Roo. The leading theories currently include: Sunshine. Pure happiness. The soundtrack from a Disney montage. Some combination of all of the above. She wakes up every day absolutely convinced that life is one giant adventure, and quite frankly, she's not wrong. The original Roo was famous for bouncing. This one simply added cuddling to the résumé. Her first car ride followed a similar storyline. At first, she wasn't entirely convinced this strange moving machine was a brilliant invention. A few nervous moments later? She settled in just fine and decided the whole "traveling" thing wasn't nearly as dramatic as she'd originally suspected. Since she's still just a baby working through her puppy vaccines, she hasn't officially started leash adventures yet. The good news is she's perfectly happy wearing her collar, so she's already one step ahead of many puppies who react as though collars have personally ruined their lives. Adventure, however, is absolutely written into her job description. Roo isn't the puppy who watches life happen from the porch. Thankfully, she approaches all of this excitement with an incredibly sweet heart. No food guarding. No resource guarding. No dramatic opinions about vacuums, thunderstorms, fireworks, or suspicious household noises. She simply accepts that sometimes strange things happen and then gets back to the very important business of being a puppy. Water? Absolutely. Toys? Even better. Fetch? Count her in. Basically, if it involves moving, splashing, chasing, or having fun with her people, Roo would like to participate immediately. And when she's finally exhausted every ounce of bounce she has to offer? She'll happily curl into your lap like the oversized stuffed animal she's always secretly been. It's one of our favorite things about her. She doesn't just play with her whole heart. She loves with it too. Now that you've learned how a Roo operates, it's only fair we discuss the owner's manual. Fortunately...It's refreshingly straightforward. Step one? Provide a securely fenced yard so she can zoom around and hopefully play with both her doggie and kiddo siblings. Speaking of learning... Roo is already earning excellent marks in Puppy Kindergarten. Her greatest academic achievement so far is responding to "Let's go potty!" She sleeps through the entire night without accidents and only has the occasional daytime oops, which is honestly about as impressive as you can ask from a puppy whose birth certificate still practically has the ink drying. She's also discovered that crates aren't scary at all. When you're away, Roo relaxes comfortably in her crate or playpen, patiently waiting for her favorite people to return so she can resume her regularly scheduled bouncing. And honestly...that's Roo in a nutshell. No hidden fine print. No bizarre maintenance requirements. Just one joyful little puppy who wants a family to explore with, a safe place to land after every adventure, and someone willing to accept that every great day should end exactly the same way it started...With love. ..And probably a cuddle. So, after carefully reviewing the handbook, here's the official diagnosis:If your life could benefit from a little more laughter...A little more adventure...A little more bouncing...And a whole lot more unconditional love...We'd like to prescribe one Roo. Side effects may include spontaneous smiling, never having to wonder where your puppy is because she's probably attached to your hip, unexpectedly becoming an expert at throwing toys, and discovering that somehow the best part of every day is the moment a tired little fluffball crashes into your lap. If you think you might be the Christopher Robin to this little Roo, your next quest is surprisingly less magical than you'd probably hoped. You'll need to fill out an adoption application here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app We'll review it (because apparently the Hundred Acre Wood now has paperwork... bureaucracy really has reached everywhere), and if it looks like the perfect match, we'll send it to Roo's foster family—the lucky folks who currently get front-row seats to the daily Bounce Olympics and know her better than anyone. If they choose you, you'll need to make your way to Yukon, Oklahoma to pick up your newest best friend. No, Kanga isn't driving. Rabbit checked the map once, got stressed, and immediately went back to gardening. Owl insists he could navigate, but he'd probably spend half the trip explaining the history of roads. And Pooh? Pooh got distracted by a honey stand somewhere around mile three. So yes...You'll have to come get her yourself.

📖 The Official Haven Handbook 📖 📍 Pickup Location: Kiowa, Oklahoma Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Welcome! Before meeting Haven, please understand you're not reading about the class clown. You're reading about the girl who sits in the back of the classroom, quietly aces every test, and somehow ends up being everyone's favorite by the end of the semester. She's sweet. She's gentle. She's polite. She'd rather have one meaningful friendship than 400 acquaintances. Sure, she may not sprint across the room like she's trying to tackle you into another dimension. But once she decides you're her person? Oh, you're stuck. She'll love you with her whole heart—you just have to let her decide you're worth the investment. Honestly, Haven's biggest flaw is that she doesn't realize she could probably get away with demanding treats from complete strangers. She's just too polite. Haven is a 2.5-year-old, 60lb female Great Pyrenees mix. Every introvert has an origin story. Haven's just happened to involve dodging traffic, sleeping outside, raising puppies (Countess, Majesty, Honor, and Legacy—collectively known as our Guardian Litter), and casually avoiding a neighborhood coyote patrol that apparently thought they were auditioning for National Geographic: Oklahoma Edition. Needless to say...life hadn't exactly been handing her lemonade. When Haven finally joined the rescue, literally everything was new. Cars? Weird. Doorways? Mildly suspicious. Air conditioning? Quite possibly humanity's greatest achievement. Having someone call her by name instead of "Hey! There's the white dog again!"? Absolutely life-changing. Being part of a family instead of simply surviving? That took some getting used to, too. Fast forward a little, and Haven has reached one very important conclusion: Outside is overrated. She has officially traded survival mode for climate control and firmly believes that couches, air conditioning, and regular meals are inventions that deserve Nobel Prizes. She arrived painfully skinny with a coat that had clearly seen better days, because apparently life wasn't done testing her patience just yet. To add insult to injury, she also tested positive for heartworms. Because if the universe was going to throw punches, it was apparently committed to the bit. The good news? She's already receiving treatment and is doing wonderfully. The only downside is that she'll be hanging out with us a little longer, with an anticipated "move into my forever home" date around the end of August once her treatment is complete. And before anyone rushes to ask...No, nothing is wrong with her eye. The factory simply experienced a minor ink shortage. Most dogs come with dark pigmentation around both eyes. Haven's printer apparently ran out of eyeliner halfway through production, leaving one eye with adorable pink pigmentation instead. It creates the illusion that she's squinting or winking at you. Remember how we mentioned Haven is the quiet girl in the back of the classroom? Well...that doesn't magically change once recess starts. When it comes to other dogs, Haven is basically the person who shows up to the party, quietly scopes out the room, and decides whether everyone seems emotionally stable before joining the conversation. She doesn't burst through the door screaming, "WHO WANTS TO WRESTLE?!" like some dogs whose names shall remain anonymous. Instead, she politely sizes everyone up, realizes they're not serial killers, and then happily joins in the fun. Once she's comfortable, she loves playing with the other dogs in her foster home and has proven she's more than happy to have canine roommates. Cats? Haven has mastered the fine art of peacefully pretending the cats don't exist, and honestly, the cats seem perfectly okay with that arrangement. Zero drama. Zero theatrics. Just mutual agreement to mind their own business. As for people, she's friendly, but she's also not the type to launch herself into your lap five seconds after meeting you. She'd rather quietly observe, determine that you seem like decent company, and then wander over for pets. Children are a similar story. While she hasn't lived with kids in her foster home, we think she'd do wonderfully with older, calmer children who understand that friendships don't have to begin with a full-speed tackle hug. Tiny humans who move like caffeinated pinballs might be a little overwhelming for her, but respectful kids who let Haven come to them? Those are exactly the kind of coworkers she's looking for. Honestly, Haven isn't antisocial. She's just selective. And frankly, can you blame her? Have you met people lately? Let's go ahead and clear up one common misconception. Just because Haven is a Great Pyrenees does not mean she's secretly training for an ultramarathon. On our highly scientific Energy Scale, Haven clocks in at a solid 3 out of 10. Her ideal day involves spending quality time with her people, supervising absolutely nothing in particular, and appreciating the miracle that is indoor climate control. If your dream dog is someone who wakes you up at 5:00 a.m. demanding a ten-mile hike before breakfast...respectfully...keep flipping. Haven would much rather accompany you from the couch to the kitchen and back again. Maybe take a nice stroll around the neighborhood. Maybe supervise you while you water the flowers. Maybe inspect the backyard to make sure absolutely no coyotes have RSVP'd to dinner. Adventure is fine. As long as everyone is home by bedtime. Car rides are still a relatively new concept for her, so yes, she'll probably need a little help getting in. (The vehicle appears to violate several of Haven's personal safety guidelines.) Once she's inside, though, she settles down beautifully and quietly accepts her fate. Leash walking? She's actually pretty respectable. No Olympic-level sled pulling. No attempts to relocate to another zip code. Just a girl enjoying a nice walk with her favorite humans. One thing you'll quickly notice is that Haven has absolutely zero interest in office politics. Food? She'll happily let everyone eat in peace. Toys? She looks at them the way your grandparents probably looked at TikTok the first time. Fetch? She respectfully declines your invitation to participate in such nonsense. Water? Jury's still out. She hasn't submitted an official statement yet. And while loud voices can still make her pause for a moment, it's easy to understand why. After surviving life on her own, she's still learning that homes are safe places where nobody expects her to fend for herself anymore. Every day she grows a little more confident, a little more relaxed, and a little more convinced that maybe this whole "having a family" thing is actually pretty wonderful. By this point, you're probably wondering..."Okay, what's the catch?" Surely there has to be one. She chews shoes? Nope. Plots elaborate escape missions worthy of a prison documentary? Absolutely not. Haven is fully potty trained, free roams the house with the other dogs when her foster family is away, sleeps loose at night, leaves everyone's belongings exactly where she found them, and has yet to discover that barking is, in fact, an option. We're honestly beginning to wonder if she signed some sort of non-disclosure agreement promising to be the easiest dog on the planet. As for where she'd like to live? Haven isn't particularly picky. A securely fenced yard would be wonderful. An apartment with regular walks? She'd probably be just as happy. Her biggest requirement isn't square footage...It's you. More specifically, she'd love a family where she isn't left alone for long hours every single day. After spending so much of her life simply trying to survive, she's finally discovered that being part of a family is pretty fantastic, and she'd really like to keep that arrangement going. So...what have we learned today? ✔️ Haven is sweet enough to lower your blood pressure. ✔️ She's gentle, loyal, and has absolutely no interest in creating household chaos. ✔️ She gets along with dogs, ignores cats, is fully potty trained, doesn't chew your belongings, doesn't plot prison escapes, doesn't bark just to hear herself bark, and has officially retired from the "living outside and dodging coyotes" lifestyle. ✔️ She is, quite honestly, just looking for someone who will love her as much as she's ready to love them. If you've made it this far and your first thought is, "Well...I guess I found my new dog," then congratulations! You're already halfway there. Unfortunately, there is one tiny inconvenience...Paperwork. You'll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so the nice rescue humans can send it over to her foster family. They'll read through it, make sure you're the perfect match, and if everything looks good, they'll call you. (See? Easy. Slightly less painful than assembling IKEA furniture.) Oh! One more thing...she currently reside in Kiowa, Oklahoma, and you'll need to come her up yourself.

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.

🛡️👑 All rise for Her Royal Floofness... Majesty. 👑🛡️ Every kingdom needs a ruler, and this one just so happens to have four paws, the fluffiest royal robe you've ever seen, and absolutely zero interest in letting anyone else claim the title of "most majestic." As the biggest girl in the Guardian Litter, Majesty didn't just show up to court...she arrived expecting the royal fanfare. Frankly, with all that floof, who could blame her? Don't let the crown fool you, though. Majesty isn't one of those rulers who spends all day making dramatic speeches from a castle balcony. She's much more of a "benevolent queen of cuddles" type. She's wonderfully easy-going, takes life's little adventures in stride, and carries herself with the quiet confidence of someone who knows she was born to be adored. And let's address the royal elephant in the room: yes, she has enough fluff to qualify as her own weighted blanket. We're fairly certain if she gets any fluffier, she'll need to apply for her own ZIP code. 📍 Location: McAlester, OK -Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. Apply at: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Majesty is a 9-week-old, 15-pound female Great Pyrenees, and despite what her name might suggest, her royal upbringing was...let's just say the castle had some serious budget cuts. Before rescue, this little princess wasn't lounging on velvet cushions while loyal subjects fed her grapes. Nope. She was busy weaving through traffic like she had unlocked some secret level of Frogger while also trying to avoid the local coyote population, who clearly never received the memo that one does not mess with royalty. Thankfully, her kingdom (also known as Pyr Paws N Fluffy Tails Rescue) finally found her and whisked her away to safety. Unfortunately, the universe apparently decided one near-death experience wasn't dramatic enough for a future queen. Shortly after arriving in foster care, her foster noticed something wasn't right. The diagnosis? The dreaded parvo. Out of all of her siblings, Majesty was hit the hardest. But Parvo picked the wrong princess. Today, Majesty has officially kicked parvo's royal backside and is back to doing what puppies do best—growing, playing, collecting admirers, and proving that underneath all that glorious floof is one incredibly resilient little girl. If courage came with a crown, she'd be wearing the biggest one in the kingdom. When it comes to making friends, Majesty firmly believes there is no such thing as too much enthusiasm. Personal space? Never heard of her. She greets other dogs like they're long-lost members of the royal court returning from a decades-long quest, launching herself directly into their faces to shower them with love and kisses. Thankfully, she's also a respectful little royal. If another dog politely reminds her that perhaps breathing directly into their eyeballs isn't proper etiquette, she'll immediately back down, accept the correction, and carry on. Court manners are still a work in progress, but she's a very willing student. As for cats? The royal council has yet to schedule that diplomatic meeting, so we don't know how Her Majesty feels about feline ambassadors just yet. When it comes to tiny humans, Majesty hasn't had the pleasure of meeting any children yet. That said, we have a feeling she'd absolutely adore having little royal subjects to play with. The only catch? At this stage, she occasionally forgets she's a fluffy Great Pyrenees puppy and not a dainty little lap dog. Her excitement tends to make her body operate a few seconds faster than her brain, so she may accidentally bowl over very small kiddos in her quest to distribute kisses and happiness. Meeting new people is where you really see the sweet side of this little queen. She won't march into the throne room demanding everyone's attention. Instead, she'll hang back for a moment, carefully deciding whether you've been deemed worthy of an audience. It only takes a few days (sometimes much less) before she realizes you're one of the good peasants—I mean...trusted members of the kingdom. And once you've earned your royal approval? The cautious little princess disappears, replaced by a full-body wigglebutt whose tail seems convinced it's being paid by the wag. Congratulations...you've officially been accepted into Majesty's court. On the Royal Energy Scale, Majesty earns herself a respectable 6 out of 10. She's got enough pep to patrol the kingdom, zoom around the yard, and investigate every important royal matter (such as that suspicious leaf that definitely wasn't there five minutes ago), but she's equally happy to retire to the castle afterward and supervise her humans from a comfortable spot nearby. A queen must know when to rule...and when to nap. Her royal carriage service is currently required because, well...she's still only 15 pounds and her legs haven't quite reached "hop into an SUV" status yet. Once she's safely aboard, however, she's an excellent passenger. As for leash walks? The royal advisors have ruled that she's simply too young for those adventures just yet. Right now, she's focusing on the important business of growing into all that floof before she begins inspecting the neighboring kingdoms. Will Majesty grow into an adventurous explorer or a professional couch ornament? Why not both? She loves racing around the yard, investigating her domain, and playing until she's convinced she's conquered every blade of grass. But once she's back inside, she's perfectly content hanging out near her favorite humans. Even queens appreciate quality time with their loyal subjects. Water, however, is beneath her. Splashing around? Hard pass. Apparently this queen has no interest in becoming a soggy monarch. Toys, on the other paw? Those have received the royal seal of approval. She loves batting them around, pouncing on them, and generally making sure they know who's in charge. Fetch, however, is where Majesty has chosen to reinterpret the rules. She'll enthusiastically chase the ball because, obviously, it had the audacity to roll away from her. But bringing it back? Excuse you. Royalty does not retrieve things. That's what loyal subjects are for. As for living arrangements, Majesty would likely vote in favor of a kingdom with a securely fenced yard. Could she technically live somewhere without one? Maybe. But let's not forget she's a Great Pyrenees. Their ancestors were literally bred to make independent decisions, and modern Pyrs have lovingly continued the family tradition of saying, "I appreciate your opinion...but I have my own plans." Without a secure fence, there's a very real chance you'll experience what we affectionately call a disapyr—the magical phenomenon where your fluffy white cloud suddenly decides to embark on a solo expedition to inspect neighboring kingdoms. We'd really prefer to avoid that particular adventure. Potty training is coming along nicely and is exactly what you'd expect from a baby puppy—a work in progress. She's doing a fantastic job using her pee pads and has already figured out one very important house rule: we don't turn our bedroom into a bathroom. She keeps her crate clean overnight, which is a pretty impressive accomplishment for someone whose life experience still fits neatly into a couple of months. Speaking of her crate...it's officially been designated her royal chambers. Rather than viewing it as puppy prison, Majesty happily wanders in throughout the day to relax, chew on a toy, or enjoy a little peace and quiet away from the hustle and bustle of court life. Like any respectable teething puppy, Majesty briefly declared war on table legs and chair legs, apparently believing they were handcrafted chew toys provided by the kingdom. Fortunately, once actual chew bones and toys entered the picture, she quickly realized those are much tastier—and significantly less likely to upset the royal homeowners. She's a smart cookie and caught on fast. She's also surprisingly quiet for a puppy. Most of the time, she keeps her royal proclamations to herself. That is...until she spotted a deer outside. Then we got to hear her official Big Girl Bark, and apparently someone had to inform the wildlife that this kingdom was already under excellent management. One thing future adopters should know is that Majesty is nothing short of a little warrior. She was the first puppy in her litter to show signs of parvo and, by far, the sickest. She left the hospital with an entire pharmacy's worth of medications while her body fought to recover. But if her story has proven anything, it's that this little queen is tougher than she looks. Today, she's bounced back beautifully and continues getting stronger every single day. And finally...let's revisit the floof. Remember when we said she was the fluffiest girl in the litter? We weren't exaggerating. This puppy comes with enough fur to qualify as a weather system. Daily brushing will become part of your royal duties, and as she grows into her magnificent Great Pyrenees coat, she'll generously share tiny pieces of herself with your clothes, your furniture, your car, your coffee, and probably your dinner. Consider it a gift. Royal glitter, if you will. 👑 Think Majesty is the queen you've been waiting to serve? Then it's time to submit your official petition to the crown...also known as an adoption application. Head over to https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app and fill it out so our rescue peasants—I mean volunteers—can send it over to Majesty's foster family for review. Unfortunately, despite her intelligence, Majesty still lacks opposable thumbs, so she can't personally scroll through applications while lounging on her imaginary throne. Tragic, really. If her foster family decides your kingdom is the perfect match, you'll get the greatest royal decree of all: the opportunity to make Majesty part of your family. 📍 Pickup Location: McAlester, OK And yes, you'll need to come pick her up yourself. Queens do many things, but they do not ship via Amazon Prime, DoorDash, UPS, carrier pigeon, royal carriage, or teleportation spell. A proper queen deserves a grand entrance into her new kingdom...and that starts with her family coming to claim her in person.

💎👑 Please rise for Her Grace, Countess. 👑💎 This elegant little aristocrat carries herself like she inherited a centuries-old estate complete with servants, chandeliers, and a trust fund. She doesn't need to announce that she's important—you'll know the moment she gracefully parks herself on the deck, surveys her kingdom, and silently judges the landscaping decisions you've made. Naturally, a lady of her status has a few expectations. For example, the grass should be dry. Perfectly dry. Dew? Absolutely unacceptable. Rain? How dare the weather. If the lawn has the audacity to be even slightly damp, Countess will politely wait for someone to chauffeur her to an appropriate potty location because, quite frankly, wet paws are beneath her social standing. With her striking looks, graceful personality, and just the right amount of diva energy, Countess has all the makings of nobility. She may not actually own a castle....but we're pretty sure she's already picking out where she'd like you to build one. 📍 Location: McAlester, OK -Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. Apply at: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Countess is a 9-week-old, 17-pound female Great Pyrenees, and while her title suggests she was born into luxury, her actual résumé looked a little less Downton Abbey and a lot more survival expert. Before rescue, this little noblewoman spent her days weaving through traffic like she'd mistaken the highway for a royal promenade, all while doing her best to avoid the coyotes that considered the area part of their estate. It's safe to say her early life was missing a few important aristocratic essentials...like safety, room service, and a staff whose sole purpose was making sure Her Grace never had to worry about anything. Thankfully, her royal rescue party arrived just in time. But because apparently the universe enjoys giving tiny puppies unnecessarily difficult origin stories, Countess wasn't out of the woods yet. Shortly after arriving in foster care, her foster realized something wasn't quite right. The diagnosis? The dreaded parvo. She tackled it with far more grit than you'd ever expect from someone who now refuses to let a single dewdrop touch her royal paws. These days, Countess has officially evicted parvo from her kingdom and is back where she belongs—playing, growing, supervising her household from the deck like she's conducting inspections of the royal grounds, and reminding everyone that courage and elegance can absolutely coexist. She may be a self-proclaimed diva when it comes to damp grass…but this little Countess has already proven that when life throws her a real battle, she's anything but delicate. Beneath all that beauty is one incredibly brave little girl who's ready to trade surviving for simply being someone's beloved best friend. When it comes to mingling with the other members of high society, Countess is surprisingly down-to-earth. She absolutely loves other dogs and is always happy to invite them to what she assumes is a royal garden party. She enjoys playing, chasing, and generally making new friends, but unlike some overenthusiastic nobles, she actually understands etiquette. If another dog politely declines her invitation or lets her know they'd rather not participate in today's festivities, Countess respectfully accepts their decision and moves on. Proper court manners? Already ahead of schedule. As for cats, the neighboring feline kingdom has yet to schedule a diplomatic summit, so we simply don't know how Her Grace feels about whiskered dignitaries. Countess also hasn't had the pleasure of meeting any tiny humans yet, but we think she'd likely do quite well with kiddos. She is, however, still very much a puppy, which means she's currently attending the prestigious Academy of "Everything Belongs in My Mouth." During this teething phase, she'll occasionally mistake fingers, sleeves, and unsuspecting pant legs for chew toys. It's completely normal puppy behavior, but like any young aristocrat, she'll benefit from gentle guidance as she learns the difference between appropriate royal toys and...well...your children. Meeting new people? Countess doesn't waste time waiting for formal introductions. If she spots a potential new subject—I mean friend—she's thrilled to make their acquaintance. Her excitement sometimes causes her to forget that four paws are generally expected to remain on the ground, so she'll occasionally greet visitors with an enthusiastic little hop. Fortunately, once the initial celebration is over, she settles down quickly. She's incredibly smart, eager to learn, and this is one of those puppy habits that should improve nicely with consistency and training. On the Royal Activity Index, Countess clocks in at a lively 7 out of 10. She's got enough energy to conduct thorough inspections of the kingdom, organize spontaneous zoomie festivals, and ensure every toy has been properly tested for durability. But once her noble duties are complete, she's more than happy to retire to the castle and spend quality time lounging beside her favorite humans. Even aristocrats appreciate a good nap. At the moment, Countess still requires a chauffeur to load her into the royal carriage because she's simply too little to hop in herself. Once she's settled, though, she's the picture of composure. As for leash walks, Her Grace has informed us she's still a bit young for those official royal processions. Like every puppy, she'll need time, patience, and practice to learn proper leash etiquette, but she certainly seems like the type who will enjoy strolling through her kingdom once she's old enough. Will she grow into an adventurous explorer or a distinguished homebody? The answer appears to be...yes. Countess loves running around the yard, playing with the other dogs, and investigating every fascinating corner of her domain. But when the excitement dies down, she's perfectly content relaxing with her people and supervising household operations from a comfortable location. Her overall personality is exactly what you'd hope for from a future noblewoman. She's incredibly sweet, adapts quickly to routines, loves to play, and equally enjoys winding down with her humans afterward. In fact, she's become so accustomed to mealtime that she has developed her own little pre-dinner performance. As her foster prepares breakfast or dinner, Countess breaks into an adorable happy dance worthy of a royal celebration, accompanied by the sweetest little song to politely remind everyone that she is, in fact, waiting very patiently for her banquet. Water games, however? Hard pass. Countess has made it abundantly clear that damp paws are an unacceptable condition for members of the aristocracy. Toys, on the other paw, have been officially approved by the crown. She loves chasing them, pouncing on them, and making sure they're all properly exercised. Fetch, however, is apparently a misunderstood concept. Countess will enthusiastically chase the ball because obviously it cannot be allowed to escape the estate. Retrieving it and bringing it back to you, though? That's where your expectations become unreasonable. A Countess does not fetch. She delegates. When it comes to choosing her forever kingdom, Countess would much prefer one with a securely fenced yard. Could she survive without one? Perhaps. But let's remember she's a Great Pyrenees, a breed famous for believing property lines are more like...friendly suggestions. Give a Pyr an unfenced yard and before long they'll decide it's their civic duty to inspect the entire neighborhood, three nearby counties, and possibly a neighboring state. We'd really hate for Her Grace to perform an unauthorized royal tour, so a secure fence is definitely high on her list. An apartment probably wouldn't be her first choice, either. While she's perfectly capable of relaxing indoors, she's also a growing puppy who enjoys stretching her legs, chasing her sisters, and conducting very important inspections of her outdoor estate. A little room to romp would suit this Countess just fine. Potty training is also exactly where you'd expect it to be—with a baby puppy who's learning a little more every day. Consistency, patience, and plenty of praise will help this young noblewoman continue earning her degree in House Manners. When bedtime rolls around, Countess settles into her crate beautifully. She sleeps peacefully with one of her sisters, proving that even independent aristocrats enjoy a royal slumber party. Like every teething puppy, Countess briefly launched a campaign against table legs and chair legs, apparently believing handcrafted wooden furniture was included in her chew toy collection. Thankfully, once actual chew bones and puppy toys were introduced, she caught on quickly. She's a smart little lady who learns fast when given the right alternatives. As for barking, she's still relatively quiet. She occasionally joins in while roughhousing with her sisters, and she'll happily announce the arrival of deer, because apparently someone has to keep the wildlife informed that they're entering noble territory. And finally, let's discuss the diva allegations. They're accurate. Countess genuinely carries herself like she owns the estate. She'll perch on the deck with an expression that says, "Yes...everything the sunlight touches is under my supervision," quietly observing her kingdom like a tiny aristocrat conducting daily inspections. Then there's the grass. If it's dry? Wonderful. Business may proceed. If there's morning dew? Absolutely not. Her Grace refuses to lower herself to such conditions. In fact, if the lawn has the nerve to be damp, her foster literally has to pick her up and place her on the grass before she'll even consider taking care of business. Wet paws are, quite simply, beneath a Countess of her stature. Behind the dramatic standards, though, is an incredibly loving, intelligent, resilient little girl with movie-star looks and a heart that's every bit as beautiful as her fluffy coat. She'll make you laugh daily, keep you endlessly entertained, and somehow convince you that carrying a puppy to avoid damp grass is a perfectly reasonable part of your morning routine. Honestly...she already has us trained. 👑 Has Countess graciously allowed you to dream about becoming part of her royal court? Excellent. Your first assignment as a loyal subject is surprisingly simple. Head over to https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app and submit your official request for an audience with Her Grace. Once you've completed your paperwork (because apparently even royalty is buried in bureaucracy), our wonderful volunteers will send your application to Countess's foster family for review. If you're chosen, you'll gain far more than just a puppy. You'll receive a loyal best friend, a professional cuddle consultant, an expert squirrel and deer supervisor, a tiny diva with a heart of gold, and a fluffy companion who somehow survived traffic, coyotes, and parvo only to declare war on...morning dew. Priorities. 📍 Pickup Location: McAlester, OK And yes, you'll need to come pick her up yourself. Countess will not be arriving via Amazon Prime, UPS, FedEx, Uber, Lyft, private jet, royal carriage, trebuchet, or a team of highly trained carrier pigeons. While we're confident she'd look absolutely fabulous riding in a horse-drawn carriage, the rescue insists her forever family make the journey to bring her home in person.

🏝️🔥 SURVIVOR: TEENY CHIRICHILLO 🔥🏝️ 📍 Pickup Location: Oklahoma City, Oklahoma -Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Every season of Survivor has that contestant who's impossible to predict. One minute you think you've got them figured out. The next minute they're doing something completely unexpected, and somehow you're smiling the entire time. Meet Teeny. See, Teeny has developed what we can only assume is one of the greatest reward challenges in Survivor history. It goes something like this...You walk over to pick her up. She notices. She immediately drops into the classic puppy play bow—front legs stretched low, little fluffy bottom in the air—and gives you a look that says, "Come and get me!" So you do. She bounces just out of reach. You take another step. She bounces back. You think you've got her. Nope. Another bounce. Its not fear. It's not even resistance. It's a game. And judging by the expression on her face, she is having the time of her life playing it with you. Eventually—usually after a minute or two of this highly competitive event—you finally scoop her up. And then...She completely melts. What makes her so endearing is how interactive she is with her people. She doesn't just exist alongside you—she wants to engage with you. She loves the back-and-forth, the little games, the playful moments that make ordinary days feel a little more special. She's wonderfully social, absolutely loves being held, and genuinely enjoys spending time with her humans. Teeny Chirichillo is a 6-week-old, 11-pound female Great Pyrenees/potential Anatolian Shepherd mix. Mom certainly looks like a purebred Great Pyrenees, but Dad has remained one of rescue's greatest unsolved mysteries. Somewhere out there he's living his best life while an entire rescue continues asking, "Okay...but WHO ARE YOU?" Until he decides to make a dramatic appearance at the reunion show, "potential Anatolian Shepherd mix" is the best answer we've got. Teeny came to rescue alongside her incredible mama, Carolyn, and all of her siblings after their little tribe found themselves abandoned with nowhere safe to go. At just 6 weeks old, she's already tipping the scales at 11 pounds, based on her current growth, we'd estimate she'll probably mature somewhere around 70-80 pounds...give or take. Just as soon as Jeff Probst awards us the hidden immunity idol that comes with the ability to predict the future we will let you know for sure. One thing we don't have to guess is the kind of dog Teeny is becoming. She's playful, affectionate, wonderfully interactive, and already proving that life is simply more fun when you treat every day like there's a game to be played. She's the kind of puppy who'll make you laugh long before she realizes she's doing anything funny—and somehow, by the end of the day, you'll discover she hasn't just won the reward challenge...She's quietly won your heart. Teeny has apparently decided that one of life's greatest joys is making new friends. Whether they have two legs or four. When it comes to other dogs, she's absolutely all in. She's had the most experience with Katmai, the incredibly patient and gentle resident "auntie," and Teeny thinks Katmai is the greatest thing since puppy mush. She and her siblings happily climb all over her, wrestle with her, nap beside her, and generally treat her exactly the way they treat their own mama. Then there's Parker. Poor, sweet Parker. Parker has also met the puppies, but unlike Katmai, he isn't entirely convinced that having a parade of enthusiastic little fluffballs following him everywhere is the reward challenge he signed up for. Teeny, however, remains blissfully unaware. Like every confident puppy, Teeny has absolutely no concept that she's considerably smaller than the adult dogs around her. In her mind, they're simply larger playmates who are obviously thrilled she's there. Cats are still one of the few contestants who haven't joined this season of Survivor, but based on Teeny's personality, we'd expect her first thought to be: "OH! A what a weird looking dog, we are totally going to be BFF's!" Whether the cat accepts that invitation...well...that's entirely up to the cat. Children haven't officially entered Teeny's game yet, but we'd honestly be surprised if they didn't become one of her favorite alliances. This girl is wonderfully social and loves interacting with people. Of course, like with any puppy, we'd always encourage teaching both children and Teeny how to interact respectfully with one another. Puppies are learning, kids are learning, and together they can become an incredible team. Teeny's energy level lands right around a 5 out of 10, which is pretty much the perfect puppy balance. What really makes Teeny unforgettable, though, isn't her energy level. It's her personality. This girl is wonderfully social and absolutely loves being held. If you scoop her up for a cuddle, she's perfectly content to settle into your arms and soak up all the affection you're willing to give. She's interactive, clever, and loves engaging with her people. She isn't just looking for someone to feed her and throw a toy once in a while—she wants someone to laugh with, play with, and create little traditions with every day. She's the kind of puppy who turns ordinary moments into memories. The one who'll invent games you never knew existed. The one who'll make you smile before you've even finished your morning coffee. And the one who'll happily curl up in your lap afterward as if to say, "See? Wasn't that fun?" Like every Survivor contestant, Teeny still has a few challenges ahead. Potty training is one of the biggest. Right now she's just beginning to understand that humans have designated bathroom locations, and frankly, she's still deciding whether this new system is really necessary. Leash training should be...entertaining. If Teeny's "come catch me" game is any indication, we suspect she'll have a few opinions about this strange rope that's suddenly attached to her. Positive reinforcement, patience, consistency, and remembering that guardian breeds are independent thinkers will make all the difference. Great Pyrenees aren't known for blindly following instructions—they prefer to understand why they're doing something. Think of training less as giving orders and more as negotiating with a very fluffy toddler who's surprisingly good at making counteroffers. Basic obedience is another adventure you'll enjoy together. Teeny is bright, engaged, and loves interacting with her people, which gives her a wonderful foundation for learning. "Sit," "stay," "come," and "leave it" are all absolutely within her abilities. She'll just appreciate making training feel like another fun game instead of homework. Socialization may be Teeny's easiest reward challenge of all. She's already a wonderfully social little girl who enjoys interacting with people and thrives on engagement. Continuing to introduce her to friendly people, polite dogs, different environments, new sounds, car rides, everyday household noises, and all kinds of positive experiences will help her grow into the confident, well-rounded gentle giant she's meant to become. Every happy new experience is another building block toward an incredible adult dog. Well...You made it all the way to the end. Which means one of two things has happened. Either you came here seriously considering adopting Teeny...Or you had absolutely no intention of adopting another dog and have now become emotionally invested in a tiny fluffy puppy whose favorite hobby is making humans participate in a game they didn't realize they agreed to. So, if you've decided Teeny has officially become the Sole Survivor of your heart, it's time for your final reward challenge. Don't worry, this one's much easier than anything Jeff Probst has ever dreamed up. No eating mystery jungle cuisine that should've remained in the jungle. Instead...Your challenge is to fill out an adoption application. The real hidden immunity idol is finding the motivation to complete forms. Once you've heroically conquered this obstacle, we'll send your application over to Teeny's foster family so they can get to know you and decide whether you're the best lifelong match. Around here, we don't crown whoever clicks "Submit" the fastest—we're looking for the family that's going to love her through puppy zoomies, teenage shenanigans, and all the wonderful years that follow. Forever beats a million dollars every single time. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app If you're selected, your final reward challenge is a road trip to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, where Teeny will almost certainly invite you to one last game of "Come Catch Me" before deciding you've officially earned your cuddles. Now, before anyone asks...No, Teeny cannot be overnighted. Jeff Probst still refuses to personally deliver puppies while saying, "The tribe has spoken." Honestly...His commitment to disappointing us is impressive.

📖🦘 THE OFFICIAL ROO OWNER'S MANUAL 📍 Pickup Location: Yukon, Oklahoma Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Congratulations on Discovering the Hundred Acre Wood's Original Bounce-Powered Puppy. First things first...If you're looking for a calm, sensible puppy who carefully thinks through every decision before making it.....you may have accidentally picked up Kanga's handbook. This one belongs to Roo. And Roo has exactly two speeds: BOUNCE and Battery depleted. Please recharge with cuddles. There is absolutely no middle setting. Like her namesake from the Hundred Acre Wood, Roo approaches every single day with the unwavering confidence that whatever happens next is probably going to be the greatest adventure of her entire life. Should we chase the toy? Absolutely. Should we zoom across the yard for reasons that are completely unknown to everyone—including Roo herself? Without question. Should we immediately collapse into your lap afterward and snore like we've been working a full-time job? Also yes. Especially yes. Roo believes life should be lived at full speed until your internal batteries reach exactly 1%, at which point the only logical solution is to transform into the cuddliest, sleepiest little teddy bear you've ever met. Honestly...It's a system that seems to be working remarkably well for her. So welcome to the handbook. We hope you brought comfortable shoes....and a cozy blanket. You're going to need both. Before we continue, it's probably important to make sure you've correctly identified the species. This particular Roo is a 3-month-old, 18-pound Great Pyrenees mix. According to the shelter paperwork, she's also an Aussie mix. Could that be true? Absolutely. We have a sneaking suspicion a Golden Retriever may have quietly slipped into the family tree at some point, nodded politely, and never spoke of it again. And then...There are the ears. Oh, the ears. They're not just ears. They're tiny works of art. Frankly, we're convinced they have their own personalities. Now, every handbook has an origin story, and unfortunately Roo's didn't begin in the Hundred Acre Wood. Instead, she and her siblings found themselves sitting in a shelter. We know. We had to process that information too. Because look at her. She doesn't look like a shelter puppy. She looks like the Beanie Baby your parents bought you when you were little—the one affectionately named something incredibly original like "Beary." The one that somehow made it through childhood, road trips, thunderstorms, family vacations, and approximately twelve million bedtime cuddles. She's soft enough to make blankets feel insecure. Cute enough to make your phone storage immediately fill with photos. So yes...We're still scratching our heads trying to understand how someone so unbelievably lovable ever ended up waiting behind shelter walls. But maybe the Hundred Acre Wood had other plans. Maybe her story wasn't waiting for just any family. Maybe it was waiting for the one who would look at those goofy ears, that teddy bear face, and that joyful little sparkle in her eyes and think, "Yep...that's my Roo." One thing the original stories forgot to mention is that Roo never actually met a stranger. We're correcting the historical record. Because this Roo has apparently decided that every living creature she encounters is simply someone she hasn't had the pleasure of befriending yet. Other dogs? Wonderful. She gets along beautifully with both her littermates and the resident adult dogs, happily bouncing into whatever game is currently happening without so much as reading the invitation first. She's actually one of the sweeter, more passive puppies of the bunch. She's so polite that if one of her siblings wanders over and decides her food looks more interesting than theirs, Roo is often the one quietly thinking, "Well...I suppose you probably wanted it more than I did." Cats, however, remain classified as an "ongoing research project." No feline volunteers have participated in the study, so we'll have to file that report under To Be Determined. Children, on the other hand? Roo has completed extensive field testing. From ages 7 through 15, she has determined that kids are absolutely delightful and usually arrive with the two things she values most: Attention....and opportunities to run around like everyone collectively forgot they have knees. A household where something exciting is always happening? Sign her up. Now, lets talk about her tail. Because once that tail gets going, basic laws of physics begin to feel more like friendly suggestions. It's attached to her body. We're reasonably sure. But every time a new person walks through the door, it starts wagging with such enthusiasm that we're half convinced it's eventually going to achieve liftoff and begin orbiting the room independently. The wonderful thing about Roo is that she lives every day with the kind of joy most of us wish we could bottle. And somehow, despite all that endless bouncing around, she still manages to be one of the sweetest little teddy bears you'll ever have the pleasure of hugging once the zoomies finally run out of fuel. Researchers have spent countless hours trying to determine exactly what powers a Roo. The leading theories currently include: Sunshine. Pure happiness. The soundtrack from a Disney montage. Some combination of all of the above. She wakes up every day absolutely convinced that life is one giant adventure, and quite frankly, she's not wrong. The original Roo was famous for bouncing. This one simply added cuddling to the résumé. Her first car ride followed a similar storyline. At first, she wasn't entirely convinced this strange moving machine was a brilliant invention. A few nervous moments later? She settled in just fine and decided the whole "traveling" thing wasn't nearly as dramatic as she'd originally suspected. Since she's still just a baby working through her puppy vaccines, she hasn't officially started leash adventures yet. The good news is she's perfectly happy wearing her collar, so she's already one step ahead of many puppies who react as though collars have personally ruined their lives. Adventure, however, is absolutely written into her job description. Roo isn't the puppy who watches life happen from the porch. Thankfully, she approaches all of this excitement with an incredibly sweet heart. No food guarding. No resource guarding. No dramatic opinions about vacuums, thunderstorms, fireworks, or suspicious household noises. She simply accepts that sometimes strange things happen and then gets back to the very important business of being a puppy. Water? Absolutely. Toys? Even better. Fetch? Count her in. Basically, if it involves moving, splashing, chasing, or having fun with her people, Roo would like to participate immediately. And when she's finally exhausted every ounce of bounce she has to offer? She'll happily curl into your lap like the oversized stuffed animal she's always secretly been. It's one of our favorite things about her. She doesn't just play with her whole heart. She loves with it too. Now that you've learned how a Roo operates, it's only fair we discuss the owner's manual. Fortunately...It's refreshingly straightforward. Step one? Provide a securely fenced yard so she can zoom around and hopefully play with both her doggie and kiddo siblings. Speaking of learning... Roo is already earning excellent marks in Puppy Kindergarten. Her greatest academic achievement so far is responding to "Let's go potty!" She sleeps through the entire night without accidents and only has the occasional daytime oops, which is honestly about as impressive as you can ask from a puppy whose birth certificate still practically has the ink drying. She's also discovered that crates aren't scary at all. When you're away, Roo relaxes comfortably in her crate or playpen, patiently waiting for her favorite people to return so she can resume her regularly scheduled bouncing. And honestly...that's Roo in a nutshell. No hidden fine print. No bizarre maintenance requirements. Just one joyful little puppy who wants a family to explore with, a safe place to land after every adventure, and someone willing to accept that every great day should end exactly the same way it started...With love. ..And probably a cuddle. So, after carefully reviewing the handbook, here's the official diagnosis:If your life could benefit from a little more laughter...A little more adventure...A little more bouncing...And a whole lot more unconditional love...We'd like to prescribe one Roo. Side effects may include spontaneous smiling, never having to wonder where your puppy is because she's probably attached to your hip, unexpectedly becoming an expert at throwing toys, and discovering that somehow the best part of every day is the moment a tired little fluffball crashes into your lap. If you think you might be the Christopher Robin to this little Roo, your next quest is surprisingly less magical than you'd probably hoped. You'll need to fill out an adoption application here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app We'll review it (because apparently the Hundred Acre Wood now has paperwork... bureaucracy really has reached everywhere), and if it looks like the perfect match, we'll send it to Roo's foster family—the lucky folks who currently get front-row seats to the daily Bounce Olympics and know her better than anyone. If they choose you, you'll need to make your way to Yukon, Oklahoma to pick up your newest best friend. No, Kanga isn't driving. Rabbit checked the map once, got stressed, and immediately went back to gardening. Owl insists he could navigate, but he'd probably spend half the trip explaining the history of roads. And Pooh? Pooh got distracted by a honey stand somewhere around mile three. So yes...You'll have to come get her yourself.

📖🍯 THE OFFICIAL POOH OWNER'S HANDBOOK 📍 Pickup Location: Yukon, Oklahoma Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Congratulations. Out of all the remarkable creatures wandering through the Hundred Acre Wood, you've somehow found... Pooh. And no, before you ask... He isn't in a hurry. He never was. If you've been reading the other handbooks, you've probably noticed that some residents specialize in creating their own fun. Some specialize in making friends. Some specialize in convincing everyone to go on adventures they weren't planning to have. Pooh...well he specializes in making you wonder why you were ever in such a rush to begin with. Researchers initially assumed he was simply a quiet puppy. After further observation, we've discovered something much more remarkable. Pooh is approximately seventy-three years old....in puppy years. We're convinced he arrived on Earth with a tiny pair of reading glasses, a favorite recliner, and strong opinions about the importance of afternoon naps. While the other puppies are busy debating who can run the fastest, Pooh is quietly considering whether any of this activity is actually necessary. Now that we've properly introduced the distinguished gentleman himself, let's cover the basics. Pooh is a 3-month-old, 20-pound male Great Pyrenees mix—or at least that's the part we're reasonably confident about. The shelter paperwork also suggested there might be some Australian Shepherd mixed in there, which is certainly possible. Due to his gorgeous cream-colored coat, we're beginning to suspect there may have been a Golden Retriever somewhere in the family tree who quietly slipped into the ancestry records and then disappeared before anyone asked too many questions. Pooh arrived at the shelter alongside his siblings after finding themselves in a situation no puppy should ever have to experience. We know; we don't understand it either. But someone elses loss is about to be your gain! One of the first things you'll notice about Pooh is that he doesn't feel the need to be the center of attention. While some puppies greet every living creature like they're reuniting with a long-lost best friend after seventeen years apart...Pooh takes a different approach. He likes to gather the facts first. Observe the situation. Read the room. Pooh has gotten along beautifully with both his littermates and his foster family's two older dogs. He's wonderfully respectful, never the puppy trying to start unnecessary drama or convince everyone that wrestling at full speed is the only acceptable pastime. If another dog wants to play? He's happy to join. If everyone's relaxing? Perfect. Cats remain one of life's great mysteries, so unfortunately we can't offer an official chapter on feline relations just yet. Children, however? Pooh absolutely adores them. He's spent time with kids ranging from 7 to 15 years old, and his foster family can't say enough about how naturally gentle he is. Truthfully, we'd be shocked if he didn't charm children of just about any age. Then there are strangers. Now, if you're expecting Pooh to sprint across the yard yelling, "OH MY GOSH! A NEW BEST FRIEND!"..you may be waiting awhile. That's simply not his style. He's the thoughtful gentleman quietly standing near the back of the room, offering a polite smile instead of making a grand entrance. He'll happily let one of his more outgoing siblings handle introductions while he observes from a comfortable distance. Once someone comes over to say hello? He's perfectly happy to accept the attention. By now you've probably figured out that Pooh isn't trying to win the award for "Most Likely to get you up and moving." On the Official Hundred Acre Wood Energy Scale, Pooh earns a very respectable 5 out of 10. Which, coincidentally, is exactly where you'd expect someone who's secretly a retired grandfather trapped inside a puppy's body to land. He's perfectly happy to play. He enjoys his toys. He'll gladly chase after a tennis ball because, frankly, someone has to go get it. But once the fun is over? He's not immediately looking for the next extreme sport. He's perfectly content stretching out nearby, watching the world go by like he's contemplating life's greatest mysteries. His foster family describes him as more of a homebody, and honestly...that feels exactly right. Pooh isn't dreaming about climbing mountains every weekend. He's dreaming about finding the sunny spot on the living room floor before anyone else does. He likes being where his people are, quietly taking everything in, never feeling the need to be the loudest personality in the room. Car rides are another excellent example of Pooh's practical outlook on life. He's perfectly willing to go. Pooh also walks nicely on a leash. Water, however...He could probably live without. Splashing in kiddie pools and pretending to be an Olympic swimmer simply isn't on his bucket list. Now toys? Those make much more sense. Especially if they involve a friendly game of fetch. If you've made it this far, you may be wondering... "Okay...what's the catch?" Surely the puppy who acts like he pays taxes and reads historical biographies before bed has some wildly complicated maintenance requirements. Surprisingly... Not really. Pooh is refreshingly low maintenance. He doesn't need a giant backyard with an obstacle course worthy of an Olympic training facility. In fact, he'd do just fine in an apartment, provided his people make time for regular walks and a little daily exercise. House training is also coming along beautifully. He's already sleeping through the night without accidents (which, for a three-month-old puppy, deserves a polite round of applause), and daytime accidents have become few and far between. His crate? He treats it less like puppy jail and more like his own cozy little cabin in the Hundred Acre Wood. Honestly, if every puppy read the employee handbook as thoroughly as Pooh apparently has, life would be a lot easier. And if you're hoping for a puppy who loudly announces every squirrel, breeze, and passing Amazon truck...Pooh may actually disappoint you. He's remarkably quiet. In fact, his foster family has barely heard him bark at all. So if you've read this handbook and found yourself smiling more than once...If you caught yourself thinking, "Honestly...that sounds exactly like the kind of dog we've been looking for..." Then we have one final assignment for you. Fill out an adoption application here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app We'll review it first (because, despite Pooh's insistence that everyone deserves a chance, we still have to do our jobs), and then we'll send the best applications to his foster family—the lucky humans who currently get to spend every day with this tiny woodland philosopher and know exactly what kind of forever home will help him continue becoming the incredible dog he's already well on his way to being. If they choose you...Congratulations! Your final quest is a road trip to Yukon, Oklahoma, where Pooh will be patiently waiting. No, Rabbit isn't running a shuttle service. Owl looked into overnight shipping and immediately muttered something about "federal regulations." Tigger volunteered to deliver him, but everyone quickly remembered Tigger has absolutely no concept of personal space, directions, or moderation. And Eeyore said the trip probably wouldn't work out anyway.

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