Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Wagoner, Oklahoma

Baby (formerly Hall) was adopted at nearly 4 months old. Much loved and cared for over the last 3 years, his size and adopters health issues have brought him back to us. He is now in boarding and is terrified. Everything is new and loud. There are strangers everywhere. Once away from the chaos, he is sweet and affectionate. He wants love and comfort. He breaks my heart because he only wanted me to touch him. Reassure him. He needs a foster or adopter. Baby Hall is good with kids and dogs, crate trained, housebroken, seems good on a leash. Legacy of Hope provides everything you need to foster. Message us for a foster or adoption application.

Meet Guinevere, the dog who’s mastered the art of balance—because why pick one mood when you can be both? She’ll spend her day running around like a zoomie master, then flop down and demand a cuddle like she’s earned a gold medal in napping. She’s basically the canine equivalent of someone who goes to the gym for an intense workout and then treats themselves to an entire pizza. Play, cuddle, repeat—she’s got it all figured out. Meet Guinevere, a 5-month-old, 30-pound-ish Great Pyrenees mix, who somehow ended up in the shelter with her brothers, Lancelot and King Arthur—because clearly, the world wasn’t ready for this much royalty. She’s a social butterfly, getting along with every dog she meets, especially Ellie, who seems to be her partner in crime for outdoor playtime. Guinevere will try her best to get Blake, the old man, to join in the fun, but he’s firmly set on his “I’m too old for this” stance. As for the cat? Oh, she’s absolutely sure they’ll be besties—if only the cat wasn’t so “uninterested” in her relentless attempts at friendship. Ah, kids. Guinevere hasn’t met any yet, but we can only imagine how that would go. With her blend of endless energy and an obliviousness to her own size, she’s probably under the impression that children are just small, wobbly playmates waiting to be wrestled into a game of let’s see who can run the fastest. Guinevere has really leveled up her social game! She’s now a pro at meeting new people, though don’t expect her to rush in like she’s auditioning for a role in a greeting card. She might give a little "let me size you up" space at first, but once she’s done analyzing you for potential snack-sharing or belly-rubbing opportunities, she’ll stroll over, give a quick sniff, and allow the petting to commence. Guinevere’s energy level is about a 7 out of 10—think a moderately enthusiastic kangaroo meets a slightly overstimulated border collie. She’s not wild but definitely ready to go full-speed ahead when the mood strikes. As for leash walking, she’s come a long way. Gone are the days when she treated the leash like it was a medieval torture device. Now, she still pulls a bit, but not enough to drag you down the street. She loves going outside, as long as it’s somewhere familiar. New places with lots of people? Not exactly her idea of a good time. But the more we expose her, the more she adjusts... it just takes time, but at heart, she’s a homebody. She’s got typical puppy energy—sporadic bursts of running and playing until she collapses in a heap of tiredness. Once she's done burning off steam, she’s totally down for a snuggle or a bone to chew. And, of course, no day is complete without a few "I demand pets now" moments, which she’ll initiate by literally pawing at you like she’s auditioning for a role in The Lion King. As for her ideal living situation? A securely fenced yard, because what’s a puppy without a private playground? She’d really love that over the whole "apartment life" thing. Regular leash walks? Well, she’ll tolerate it, but it's definitely not her first choice. Guinevere is potty trained… as long as you’re on your A-game with the schedule. You know, no big deal, just a casual reminder that puppies need structure. Guinevere’s kennel game is pretty solid—she’ll happily settle in for naps and bedtime like it’s her personal luxury suite. However, if you're eating food nearby, prepare for a little vocal protest. Apparently, she believes that she should be the center of attention when meals are involved. She’ll also let you know the second the sun dares to rise. The moment the light hits, she’s up and at ‘em, ready for the most important events of the day: potty time and breakfast. Because, obviously, if the sun is out, bedtime is clearly over and it's time to start the day like the regal princess she is. Ready to welcome Guinevere into your life? Of course you are. All you need to do is fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app —because who doesn’t love paperwork, right? Once we get that step out of the way, we’ll send it over to her foster family. And don’t forget, you’ll need to pick her up in Fort Sill, OK. Because, despite what you might think, we’re not in the business of teleporting puppies... yet. So, go ahead, make your life a little more interesting and fluffy by adopting her today.

Do you like really fluffy dogs? Like the kind of fluff you can lose your car keys in, mistake for a yeti, or use as an emergency pillow in case of sudden naptime? Well, then you are going to worship this boy. He is royalty, he is majestic, he is basically a walking cloud with opinions, and he has graciously decided that he is ready to go home with you—if you prove yourself worthy, of course. King Arthur is a 12-week-old Great Pyrenees mix, and yes, you read that right—King Arthur. Not just any commoner, but true canine royalty. He’s already mastered the art of regal lounging, dramatic sighs, and gazing upon his subjects (you) with benevolent judgment. He gets along well with other dogs and kids, likely tolerating them as his loyal subjects, provided they don’t challenge his reign. As for cats? He hasn’t officially met any yet, but given his royal status, we assume he’d bestow upon them the legendary side-eye of disapproval before strutting away, fully aware that he alone rules this kingdom. Bow before your new fluffy overlord—he might allow you to adopt him. King Arthur, in all his royal glory, is a young nobleman with medium energy—meaning he enjoys a good adventure but also demands his fair share of lounging like the pampered aristocrat he is. He would absolutely partake in grand expeditions (or what peasants call “hiking”), provided his loyal subject—you—carry the royal snacks and provide adequate adoration along the way. When meeting new people, King Author takes a dignified approach: reserved, watchful, silently judging. He’s not one to throw himself at just anyone—you must earn his trust, peasant. But once you’re deemed worthy, he’s all in. Toys? Of course, he plays with toys. What kind of ruler doesn’t enjoy a bit of royal entertainment? Whether it’s plushy subjects for him to conquer or chew toys to assert dominance over, he takes his playtime very seriously. Now, let’s talk about what you—the lucky new subject of King Author’s kingdom—will need to do to keep His Royal Floofness happy. Because adopting a puppy isn’t just about basking in his cuteness (though, trust me, you’ll be doing a lot of that). No, no—this majestic little ruler comes with a royal to-do list: Socialization: King Author may be noble, but he wasn’t exactly born into high society. He’ll need to be introduced to new people, places, and experiences so he doesn’t grow up thinking the world is a scary place. Training: Ah, training—a concept King Author will pretend doesn’t apply to him. Commands? Rules? Expectations? How quaint. But despite his belief that he should be the one giving the orders, he will need consistent training to become the best ruler he can be. So, arm yourself with treats, patience, and the ability to outwit a very fluffy, very dramatic toddler in a fur coat. Potty Training: Look, he’s a baby. And like all babies, he has zero concept of where it is and isn’t appropriate to… ahem… conduct royal business. Your floors will be a canvas for his learning process, and your patience will be tested. Accidents will happen, and if you think glaring at him will make him feel bad, prepare to be met with a look that says, “Peasant, clean it up.” Leash Training: Right now, King Author sees a leash as an offensive restriction to his freedom. You, however, see it as a way to keep him from running off like a fluffy escape artist. So, yes, leash training is mandatory. There will be flopping. There will be stubborn sitting. There will be drama. But with consistency, he’ll eventually learn that walkies are an important part of his royal duties. Puppy Proofing & Chewing: If it’s on the floor, it’s his. If it’s not on the floor, he will find a way to make it his. Shoes, remote controls, furniture legs, your sanity—all fair game in the eyes of a teething puppy. Your best bet? Remove temptation, provide appropriate chew toys, and accept that at some point, you’re going to lose something valuable to his tiny, fluffy wrath. King Arthur is, quite frankly, amazing—but he already knew that. He thrives in the company of his fellow canine subjects, playing like the social butterfly (or should we say social lion?) that he is. He’s the rare kind of pup who actually respects boundaries—which, if you’ve ever met a puppy, you know is a miracle on par with finding a matching sock in the dryer. Now, when it comes to humans, he’s still considering them. Are they worthy of his trust? Are they here to serve him snacks? He’s still figuring that part out. However, small humans (kids) seem to have won him over effortlessly—probably because they understand the value of fun, zoomies, and an excessive amount of enthusiasm. And here’s the best part: he actually listens. He knows his name and, believe it or not, when you tell him to go to his kennel, he does it—without turning it into a dramatic, Oscar-worthy performance of The Tragic Capture of the Royal Floof. That alone makes him a rare gem in the puppy world. King Author is ready to expand his kingdom, but first, you must prove yourself worthy. Fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it to his foster family for approval. And remember, His Royal Fluffiness will not be arriving on a golden carriage—you will have to come pick him up in Kiefer, OK. No private jets, no royal escorts—just you, your car, and the chance to serve a lifetime as this majestic pup’s loyal subject. 🏰🐾

Ah yes, allow us to introduce the Han Solo—because of course he’d be named after a charming, roguish hero who thinks rules are more like “guidelines” and fetch is the only mission worth accepting. Unlike his namesake, our Han isn’t zooming through hyperspace, but he is zooming across your yard—until he decides it's time to lay dramatically in the grass like he's just returned from battle. Han Solo is what we like to call a “balanced legend.” He’ll wrestle with other dogs just long enough to prove he’s still got it, then he’s ready to vibe like a retired Jedi on vacation. He’s that magical combo of “Let’s play fetch until your arm falls off!” and “Now let’s chill while I dry off from launching myself into the nearest body of water.” Did we mention his undying love for toys and water? Yes, Han Solo would 100% drink from a champagne fountain if given the chance—but since he lives in the real world, your garden hose or a fountain trickling like it's on its last leg will do just fine. He’s not picky. Drama king? Yes. High maintenance? Shockingly, no. Zoomies? Occasionally. Fetch? Religiously. Chill vibes? Most of the time. Basically, Han Solo is your perfect mix of play and peace... with a side of swagger. Han Solo is a 1-year-old, 102-pound Great Pyrenees, which means he's basically a living, breathing weighted blanket with legs, opinions, and the occasional zoomie. Don’t let the name fool you—this guy is less intergalactic smuggler and more intergalactic snuggler… assuming the planet is covered in fur, slobber, and tumbleweeds of shed hair. He's got a glorious, oversized coat that could probably be spun into three additional dogs and still leave enough fluff to knit you a winter sweater. He loves other dogs and playing with them. However, Han is basically a Great Pyrenees puppy trapped in the body of a woolly mammoth, so lets just say he is not afraid to throw his big ole bum around during playtime. Think bumper cars, but with a tail wag and no brakes. Because while he means well, subtlety is not in his vocabulary. He absolutely needs another dog who can handle his love language (which is apparently "enthusiastic hip checks") and won’t crumple like a lawn chair under his fluff-powered enthusiasm. Now with that said he is currently being fostered with puppies, whom he plays with gently, but ideally, he’d love a canine buddy who can match his “go big or go nap” energy. If you're looking for a mellow, medium-sized lap dog... keep scrolling. But if you want a hilarious, toy-fetching, water-loving goofball who doubles as a sentient throw pillow, congratulations—you’ve found your Han. Also, fair warning: he sheds like it’s a competitive sport. Your black pants will lose. Your vacuum will cry. Han Solo hasn’t been officially tested with cats or kids, but let’s be honest, with his happy-go-lucky attitude and sweet demeanor, odds are he'd get along just fine with both. That said, he’s 102 pounds of fluff and enthusiasm, so any tiny humans or feline roommates should be prepared for the occasional accidental body check, tail smack, or dramatic floof-induced eclipse. He’s the kind of dog who might try to gently boop a toddler with his paw and end up launching them into orbit—or lovingly sniff a cat and unintentionally vacuum it up with one giant nose inhale. So yes, he’d probably do well... as long as the cats are chill, the kids are sturdy, and everyone in the house understands that personal space is more of a suggestion when Han is around. Han Solo’s car ride etiquette is, dare we say, suspiciously perfect for a 102-pound walking dust mop. He hops right in like he’s got places to be and people to impress, then promptly flops down like he’s settling in for a road trip across the galaxy. Occasionally, he’ll sit up, channel his inner golden retriever, and gaze out the window like he’s pondering the meaning of life—or maybe just judging other drivers. Either way, he’s the ideal passenger: quiet, fluffy, and far less prone to backseat driving than your average spouse. Just don’t expect him to help navigate; he’s far too busy being majestic in the rearview mirror. Han Solo has all the potential to accompany you to any public outing, assuming you enjoy the constant attention of strangers fawning over his majestic fur and oversized physique. He’ll be the center of attention at cafes, pet stores, and social gatherings—mostly because he’s a walking, shedding cloud of "look at me" energy. He’s got the charm to charm everyone, and if there’s an awkward moment where you need to sneak away, just let him stand there, looking like a living room rug with legs, and people will flock to him. Han Solo on a leash? Oh, he’s the epitome of grace... for a 102-pound bundle of fur and awkwardness. He’s well-mannered, doesn’t try to trip you—he’s definitely more of a “slow and steady wins the race” kind of guy, casually strolling along like he’s the undisputed ruler of the block—because, let’s be real, it won’t be long before he does own the whole neighborhood. Soon, everyone in the area will be eagerly waiting for their chance to greet him and score some exclusive Han Solo-level cuddles. Heck, even the dogs will probably be wagging their tails in excitement just to see him on walks. He’s got that “everyone’s favorite giant fluffball” energy. Han Solo’s overall temperament is basically a perfectly balanced cocktail of energy and chill... well, until he remembers that playing is his true calling. He’ll happily play with other dogs for a bit, then, like a true connoisseur of relaxation, he’ll flop down and declare it time to chill, probably on the closest comfy surface (your couch, the floor, your bed—who’s asking?). Water? Don’t even get him started. He loves playing in the water. He even adores my fountain, even if it’s just a sad little trickle, as if that was the original design. And just when you think he’s done surprising you, he’ll jump into the bathtub on his own like it’s his personal spa. Han Solo in an apartment? Well, let's just say he’s probably not the ideal candidate if you're looking for peace, quiet, and minimal disruption. With his 102 pounds of glorious fluff, he’s more of a "king of the castle" than a "quiet apartment dweller." If his new family is energetic, home often, and perhaps living on the bottom floor (so as not to launch an early morning seismic event for the poor souls beneath him), he might just survive apartment life. And, of course, he’d definitely need a canine buddy to help keep him entertained—after all, someone needs to help him with his highly critical zoomie practice sessions. If you can handle the constant thud thud thud of his every move, the occasional raucous game of fetch, and a dog who believes he has every right to sprawl across your entire couch, then maybe—just maybe—he could adapt. Han Solo is potty trained. He’s got it down to a science, really. He’s figured out that the whole “outside” thing is where you do your business, and he’s graciously agreed to participate in this societal expectation. Han Solo is kennel trained, sure—if by “kennel trained” you mean he’ll grudgingly go in when you tell him to, but will give you the dramatic side-eye like you just sentenced him to life in solitary confinement. Han Solo’s barking strategy is very selective. He’ll bark in the yard if there’s something he deems worthy of his vocal talents—because, of course, he’s the judge, jury, and executioner of what’s important. A squirrel in the distance? Worthy of a full-blown alert. A leaf blowing by? Definitely needs to be barked at. Now, if you agree that these things are truly significant, then you’ll totally understand his dedication to keeping the neighborhood informed. Otherwise, well, you will just have to accept that he's just making sure you’re aware of all the crucial happenings in the yard—no matter how insignificant they might seem to you. Ready to add a furry whirlwind of fluff and fun to your life? Well, Han Solo is just waiting for you to swoop in and make him the center of your universe. But before you start picturing endless fetch sessions and cuddles, there’s a small detail—you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app. Don’t worry, it’s not like we’re asking for your life story—just enough to send to his foster family so they can officially hand over the keys to their furry little rebel. And don’t forget: you’ll need to pick him up in Tulsa, OK, because, you know, he’s not actually going to fly himself out there. Go ahead and apply, because Han Solo’s definitely ready to take over your heart (and probably your couch).

I love big dogs. Maybe it's because I grew up with them, or maybe I just enjoy the thrill of hugging something the size of a small planet without playing a game of Twister every time I take a walk. Sure, sometimes it feels like I'm navigating an iceberg... but hey, at least when I bump into them, it’s soft and fluffy. Now, I get the appeal of smaller dogs, but let’s be real—how majestic can something be that could comfortably curl up in your shoe? Enter Pearl Lynn: the adorably fluffy, shockingly compact Great Pyrenees pup. We saw her photos and thought, "Oh, a cute 4-month-old fluffball." Fast forward to the vet visit, and we were like, "Wait, what?! This 30lb cutie is already 7 months?" Yep, you read that right. She's got the heart (and the fluff) of a Pyr, but the size of a...well, not-so-giant Pyr. Most dogs stop growing by 8 months, so it's safe-ish to say this gal is probably just about done expanding. So if you've always dreamed of having a fluffy Pyrabear, but without the "how do I fit this dog in my car?" issue, now’s your chance to snag a one-of-a-kind, not-so-huge, super fluffy companion! Pearl Lynn is the kind of puppy who thinks everyone is her best friend. If she’s around other dogs, she’ll love them—after about a 30-minute internal pep talk to psych herself up for a “hello” and a thorough analysis to make sure they’re not secretly plotting her demise. As for cats? She hasn’t met any, but let’s be real—this girl is all about the attention. It doesn’t matter who she shares her space with, as long as she’s the center of the universe and soaking up a non-stop stream of love and affection. And, shocker, everyone who meets her just has to dote on her, cuddle her, and throw out endless compliments about how adorable she is—because, well, have you seen her? She’s irresistible. She’s a total hit with little ones, too—she’s got a 15-month-old human fan club and adores him, letting him pet her in exchange for what I can only assume are a lot of slobbery kisses. She’s basically his personal pillow at this point. She does great meeting new people—just be ready for her to potentially burst into excitement like a firework display. By burst, we mean that she might have a little "accident" because, apparently, holding in her joy is too much to ask at this age(don't worry, she will eventually grow out of it). Oh, and don’t be shocked if she tries to greet your new friends the way you would—by launching herself at them for a hug! It’s not weird, it’s just her way of saying, “Welcome to my world, now you’re part of the family!” Pearl’s energy level is a solid 10/10, which, for a Great Pyrenees, is basically unheard of—so don’t worry, we’re not talking about the kind of 10 that’s sending you scrambling for earplugs while she bounces off walls and drives you to insanity. No, Pearl’s 10 is more like the “I put 110% into everything I do” kind of energy. We’re pretty sure she has some Golden Retriever mixed in because her need to please and be part of the family’s activities is disturbingly on point. She's basically the social butterfly of the canine world, always down to hang out and be wherever the action is. As long as her humans are around, she's living her best life. Pearl is also the happiest, goofiest lovebug you’ll ever meet. She’s the type of pup who will squeeze herself right between two people, demanding pets from both sides like some kind of fluffy, four-legged traffic jam. While she enjoys playing with other dogs, let’s be real, if she had to choose between humans and every other species on the planet, she wouldn’t even hesitate. She’d 100% pick humans, no second thoughts, no regrets. When it comes to sleep, Pearl is basically the "Wizard of Oz" witch who gets stuck under the house—except instead of a house, it’s the bed. All you can see are her little "boots" sticking out, and it’s absolutely hilarious. As for walks, Pearl’s more of a casual stroller than a marathon runner. She’s thriving on her outings, strutting around like she owns the neighborhood while soaking up all the attention. Off-leash? She’s a fantastic follower... as long as there are no other dogs around to mess up her vibe. On a leash, she’s great, but beware—she’s a puller when she’s got new friends to meet, human or canine. She’s also a stellar car companion. In the backseat, she’s a laid-back queen, just chilling. But don’t be surprised if she decides the console is her new throne or if she cozies up in your lap. Because, you know, personal space is overrated. Alright, so if you're thinking about adopting Pearl, prepare for the adventure of a lifetime. First off, get ready to dive into the thrilling world of socialization—she’s going to need it. This pup is just one big bundle of fluffy enthusiasm, but she’ll need some training to make sure that “greeting” new friends doesn’t involve jumping all over them like they’re a pile of squeaky toys. And by training, we don’t mean the type where she just magically understands what you want. No, she’ll need some patience and effort to learn things. As for potty training, well, Pearl’s pretty good as long as you’re a reliable potty-breaker, but don’t get too cocky. She’s still a puppy, and let’s face it, puppies can be like tiny drunk people when it comes to remembering where to go. Stick to the routine, or expect to play a game of “Is it time for a bathroom break yet?” with her. Puppy-proofing? Yep, that’s happening. Pearl is a bit of a rearranger. If it’s within her reach, it’s fair game. Pearl would do just fine in either a securely fenced yard or an apartment with regular leash walks. Honestly, she’s not picky—she’s just here for the attention, and as long as she gets that, she’ll be happy whether she’s chasing squirrels in a yard or tagging along on your daily strolls. Just remember, this little social butterfly will expect you to be her personal tour guide wherever she goes. Pearl is definitely more of a casual commentator than a full-blown news anchor. She’ll chime in with a bark here and there when other dogs start their gossip sessions or when she’s in her kennel and realizes you’ve finally returned to bless her with your presence. It’s not that she has an urgent update for the neighborhood—she just wants to make sure everyone knows she’s aware of what’s going on. The world may keep turning, but Pearl’s got her own little commentary to provide. Well, what are you waiting for? Pearl Lynn is clearly the superstar you’ve been missing in your life. She’s charming, adorable, and definitely a little quirky (which, honestly, is just part of her charm). If you want to add this little commentator to your family, fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it over to her foster family. And don’t forget—if you want to pick up your new best friend, you’ll need to make the trek to Kiefer, OK. Trust us, it’ll be worth the drive. Let the adventure begin!

Calling all ladies! Sick of men who promise the world but can’t even text back? Tired of falling for the “good ones” just to find out they still live with their mother and can’t commit to a fitted bedsheet? Have you sworn off the male species entirely, but maaaybe still want one around who worships you properly? Well, allow me to introduce Mumford—the only man who will never ghost you, never leave his socks on the floor, and never “forget” to take the chicken out of the freezer. He’s devastatingly handsome, a world-class cuddler, and will always be overjoyed to see you (unlike Chad from Tinder, who took six hours to reply with “lol”). He’s ready to be your ride-or-die—no red flags, no commitment issues, just pure, unconditional love. Interested? You know where to find him. 😏 I know, I know—Mumford sounds too good to be true. A loyal, loving man who actually listens, never forgets a date, and worships the ground you walk on? There has to be a catch, right? Well, ladies, here’s the tea: Mumford comes with a little baggage. Specifically, the kind that makes him immediately bark at men like he just found out they still text their ex. We don’t know what happened, but we’re pretty sure some guy did him real dirty in the past—maybe he promised him belly rubs and long walks, then bailed like a bad Hinge date. Maybe he called Mumford a “good boy” but didn’t mean it. Either way, Mumford is done with men. Like, full-on, "I’d rather live in a convent" done. He knows some men are decent (probably), but he’s not willing to risk it. What he is willing to do is pledge his undying love to a ladies-only household, preferably one where no guy is going to swoop in with empty promises and a lack of emotional maturity. If you and your bestie/roommate/mom want a man who actually loves you unconditionally (and won’t leave hair in the sink), Mumford is ready to commit. He’s been abandoned before—left in a shelter and almost lost his life because someone couldn’t see what a treasure he is. He just wants to fall for someone who won’t throw him away when the next “good one” comes along. If you’re ready for a love that lasts, Mumford is waiting. And trust us, he’s so worth it. Mumford is a 2 year old, 88lb male Great Pyrenees mix. Mumford is basically the perfect gentleman—if that gentleman occasionally forgets he’s not lap-dog-sized and has no concept of personal space. He gets along with all the dogs, though he’s a little shy at first—kind of like the new kid at school who waits to see if the cool crowd is accepting applications. He plays well with the resident Pyr (because, let’s be real, Pyrs have a “take it or leave it” attitude, and Mumford respects that). But instead of getting lost in the backyard zoomie chaos, he prefers to be inside near his humans, because what’s the point of having people if you’re not following them around like a shadow? As for kids? He does great with the tiny humans (ages 4 and 6), doesn’t mind their chaotic energy, and has yet to file an official complaint about being smothered in hugs. He’s gentle, but he does occasionally forget he’s not a teacup poodle and might bump into them like a fluffy linebacker. Oh, and speaking of personal space—he will put his paws on your shoulders and hug you like a long-lost lover in a rom-com. So, if you value things like “breathing room” or “not being lovingly tackled,” just be prepared. Mumford isn’t one of those guys who’s going to sit around gaming all day while you do all the emotional labor in the relationship. No, he’s down for whatever. Want to have a lazy movie night? He’s in. Want to go somewhere? Say no more—Mumford will never hit you with a “nah, I’m good.” In fact, just thinking about going somewhere has him sprinting to the garage like he’s late for a flight. He jumps in the car without hesitation and then refuses to come back inside unless you physically drag him away from his vehicular dreams. He lives for car rides—staring dramatically out the window like the lead in a coming-of-age film, or snoozing in the back seat like a seasoned road trip veteran. He tried being a co-pilot once, quickly realized that wasn’t his calling (navigation is hard), and demoted himself back to passenger status. However, when you stop the car, be ready, because he will find a way out—whether it’s squeezing past you like a fluffy torpedo or straight-up launching himself over your lap. If a car door is open, consider it an open invitation. Leash manners? Let’s just say he has places to be and sniffs to sniff, and your arm strength is simply not his problem. A harness would probably help, but honestly, he’s got a one-track mind when he’s on a mission. That said, he’s actually more of a homebody—he loves the adventure of a car ride but doesn’t need to be out socializing with the general public. If he were in a crowded place, he’d be that guy loudly expressing his opinions about everything. Mumford is the perfect mix of energy and laziness. He gets excited for a leash, but also considers naps a top-tier hobby. He loves playing with his foster brother, enjoys a good bone now and then, and has remained shockingly indifferent to toys (fetch remains an untested theory). However, if you have human food, he is absolutely down for an impromptu game of “let’s see if I can steal this before you notice.” Whether it’s from the counter, your plate, or literally your hand, he will attempt to acquire it. Bath time? Not a fan. He tolerated a trip to the self-serve dog wash but spent the entire time leaning dramatically against his foster like a man being forced to go to brunch with his girlfriend’s friends. Blow dryers? Hard no. We had to bring in some ear protection because apparently, that was the final straw. Apartment life? Possible. Backyard? Preferred. Bathroom habits? Let’s just say he values privacy—if you’re watching, he’s not performing. Unlike most guys, he doesn’t see this as a bonding moment where eye contact is necessary, and he certainly won’t try to hold a full conversation while doing his business. You can trust that Mumford is in fact potty trained, unlike some of the men in your past, he actually knows where to go and doesn’t leave messes for you to clean up. Mumford tolerates the kennel once he’s in it—kind of like how we all tolerate taxes and waiting for the microwave to hit zero. But getting him in there? That’s a different story. It requires strategy, speed, and a well-placed bribe. Toss a treat in, and he falls for it every time, charging in like he’s won the lottery—until he realizes he’s been bamboozled. That’s when you have approximately 0.3 seconds to close the door before he pulls a full-on reverse escape maneuver. Mumford isn’t just a dog—he’s an upgrade. Unlike your ex, he actually listens (sometimes), always wants to be around you, and will never ghost you for a “boys’ trip” that suspiciously includes his female coworker. Shoes? Okay, sure, he might steal them, but at least he’s upfront about it—no lame excuses like “Oh, I thought those were mine.” Trash diving? Yes, he treats your garbage like a buffet, but at least he appreciates the things you throw away, unlike your ex who never appreciated you. Counter surfing? Okay, so he helps himself to your food, but unlike your ex, he’s not pretending he wasn’t the one who ate your leftovers. And while he may be a little messy (yes, he does shed and does drool—think of it as free glitter and an organic moisturizer), Mumford will never leave his dirty socks all over the floor, forget your birthday, or claim he “just isn’t ready for commitment” while simultaneously moving in and eating all your snacks. In fact, he’ll gladly share snacks—okay, steal them, but at least he’s honest about it. He’s loyal, he’s affectionate, and most importantly—he will always be happy to see you. No mixed signals, no last-minute cancellations, just unconditional love. So, if you’re ready to upgrade from disappointing exes to a 10/10 good boy who actually deserves your love, Mumford is waiting. No games, no ghosting—just loyalty, cuddles, and a little bit of drool. Fill out an adoption app at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can pass it along to his foster fam, but fair warning—he’s in high demand (because duh, he’s perfect), so don’t drag your feet like your ex did when you asked him to define the relationship. And yes, you’ll need to pick up this handsome heartthrob in Yukon, OK. No, we will not be delivering him to your doorstep like an Amazon Prime package—this level of perfection requires effort. So, get that app in, gas up the car, and come meet your new favorite man.