Hovawart puppies and dogs in Tulsa, Oklahoma

Meet Nova, a stunning 6-month-old black and white Retriever-Shepherd mix who's already spayed and ready for adventure! 🐕 I'm energetic, friendly, and smart — a playful pup who loves making new friends, whether they have two legs or four. I'm great with dogs, cats, and kids, which means I'll fit right into almost any family dynamic. At nearly 45 pounds, I've got room to grow, but what I offer now is endless enthusiasm and a heart full of love. Come meet me and let's start our story together! ❤️

Introducing Red Riding Hood, a 3-month-old, 19-pound female Golden Retriever mix who appears to be made of sunshine, fluff, and whatever ingredient makes people squeal in public. We know. We said Golden Retriever. Half of you have already stopped reading to zoom in on her face, and the other half are texting “LOOK AT THIS BABY” to someone who is supposed to be working. We understand. Golden puppies are little fluffy nuggets with sweet faces and an unreasonable ability to make grown adults lose their composure. Red is cute, sweet, lovable, and approximately one stick away from having the best day of her entire life. Your freakout is perfectly valid. So yes, people tend to lose their minds when we say “Golden Retriever.” With Red Riding Hood, we think you’re completely justified. We’ve met her on paper, and we’re barely holding it together ourselves. 🐾 👉 Apply to adopt Red Riding Hood: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app 📍Red is being fostered in Tulsa, OK. Her adopter must personally pick her up there. We do not transport. When Red arrived at her foster home, she met the four resident dogs and approached them right away. No awkward standing by the snack table. No waiting for someone to introduce her. She simply walked in and began assembling her social circle. She loves playing with dogs, especially her friend Goldie Locks, and the two of them join the foster’s dogs for plenty of backyard fun. The others handle squirrel chasing, though. Red seems to consider that a specialized assignment for which she has received no training. When the dogs bark at a squirrel or some mysterious noise, Red looks for her foster. It’s as though she’s asking, “Is this an emergency? Are we filing a report? Or can I go back to my stick?” She herself hardly barks, perhaps because the other dogs have already filled every available opening in the neighborhood announcement department. Cats remain a mystery to Red. There are none in her foster home, so we cannot tell you whether she would befriend one, politely avoid one, or stand there wondering why this particular dog is so small, so judgmental, and allowed on the counter. She hasn’t met children in foster care either. Her foster has not seen her bite and thinks she could do well with kids, but we’d still want introductions handled with care. Red is a sweet puppy, and kids should know that her fluff is attached to an actual dog—not a teddy bear that can be hugged mid-nap or carried around like a backpack. Her energy is about a 7 out of 10. Red likes toys, fetch, water, other dogs, and sticks. Especially sticks. Offer her a carefully selected toy and she’ll happily play with it. Offer her a twig that fell off a tree for absolutely no money, and she may nominate you for a humanitarian award. She’s a playful girl, but her foster suspects she may be a homebody. So far, her travels have been limited to the yard, and Red seems perfectly content with a schedule that includes friends, games, snacks, and a couch. To be fair, many of us would also choose that itinerary. On a leash, Red is doing well. Her foster took her past the flowers, and she stayed calm while walking through what must have been a wall-to-wall buffet of smells. That’s impressive restraint for a puppy whose hobbies include finding sticks and treating them like historic artifacts. As for getting into the car, Red is too little to make the jump. You will need to lift Her Golden Fluffness into her seat. The boarding procedure is clear: open door, scoop nugget, deposit nugget, try not to spend the next ten minutes telling her how cute she is before starting the engine. Her foster would prefer a securely fenced yard for her, where she can play safely, enjoy her dog friends, and continue her important research into which sticks are the best sticks. Inside, Red is learning the routines of puppy life. Potty training is in progress, and she doesn’t know commands yet, so her family should be ready for patient practice, praise, and the occasional conversation about why the bathroom is outside. She has been kenneled and already knows which crate is hers. At night, she sleeps in her crate in her foster’s bedroom. When her foster goes out, Red stays in a crate in the family room, where she’s content to take a nap. Honestly, she seems to have a better grasp of work-life balance than most of us. Her foster hasn’t seen food guarding, resource guarding, fears, escape attempts, or mischievous behavior. Red hasn’t been chewing things she shouldn’t, either—though we are legally obligated by the laws of puppyhood to remind you that she is three months old and may someday discover a shoe. She hardly barks, which is convenient because the other dogs apparently handle the household announcements on her behalf. Red can focus on her specialties: being sweet, being fluffy, and knowing exactly where her person is. If you’re ready to love the puppy and do the puppy work, fill out an adoption application for Red Riding Hood so we can send it to her foster family: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Yes, the actual application. We fully support shouting “I WOULD WALK THROUGH THE WOODS FOR HER” at your phone, but Red’s foster needs to know a little more about you than your willingness to confront a fictional wolf. If approved, you’ll need to pick her up in person in Tulsa, OK. There will be no transport, no basket delivery, and no convenient grandmother waiting halfway down the trail. 🐾

Introducing Loghan! First of all, can we discuss the fact that Loghan is a Golden Retriever/Cocker Spaniel mix? A GOLDEN. With a little COCKER SPANIEL. Somebody took a dog practically made of sunshine, good intentions, and conditioner, added a generous helping of devoted little sidekick, and created 46 pounds of “well, there goes my entire heart.” This is a Golden with the serving size adjusted. A fun-sized ray of sunshine. A butterscotch snack cake who would like to know why you’re reading this when you could be rubbing his ears. Goldens already bring a pretty impressive package: that outgoing charm, a wonderful temperament, and a gorgeous golden coat that makes them look like they’ve been personally sponsored by autumn. Then you sprinkle in some Cocker Spaniel loyalty and a smaller size, and you get Loghan—a cutie patootie who looks like a toasted marshmallow. Loghan is 12 years old, and before anyone dramatically clutches their pearls and backs toward the puppy aisle, please put the pearls down. This boy is not a sack of potatoes with a forwarding address. He still loves following his people around and going on adventures. You’re heading into another room? Wonderful. He’s on the committee. We’re going somewhere? Excellent. His calendar just opened up. Apparently, twelve years of being adorable has not exhausted his enthusiasm for accompanying a human who may eventually produce snacks. He does appreciate a good nap, because he has the wisdom to understand that you can love an adventure and love lying down afterward. Honestly, that’s less “senior dog” and more “the entire adult population after a trip to Target.” 👉 Apply to adopt Loghan: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app 📍Loghan is being fostered in Yukon, OK. His adopter must personally pick him up there. We do not transport. His foster describes him as quirky, sweet, lovable, and happy, which makes him sound like a beloved grandpa who accidentally ordered seventeen pounds of Werther’s Originals and sees absolutely no problem with that. He adores his people and takes receiving affection very seriously. Under all that golden sweetness is a boy who has experienced a heartbreaking change. Loghan came to us after his owner passed away—the person he had been with since he was only 10 weeks old. Nearly twelve years of growing up together, sharing routines, and belonging to each other. He never expected to be looking for a new family, and we wish he didn’t have to. But this happy little gentleman still has love to give, adventures to join, and naps to take near someone who makes him feel safe. He’s a soft, golden reminder of how lovely it is to have somebody who thinks your ordinary Tuesday is worth tagging along for. And if that somebody happens to resemble a fluffy biscuit with twelve years of professional cuddling experience? Well. Try to contain yourselves for this gem of a boy. Now, living with Loghan means accepting that you have acquired a 46-pound golden assistant who considers your personal space a shared community resource. Going to the bathroom? He’ll accompany you. Cooking dinner? He’ll be stationed underfoot, either napping or monitoring the floor for falling ingredients. Someone has to oversee quality control, and apparently your qualifications are questionable. When company arrives, Loghan may announce them with a bark, but once they’re inside, he switches to sniffs, kisses, and a very direct request for affection. Specifically, scratches right above his tail. You could have known this dog for twelve years or twelve seconds; either way, he will present his backside like he’s backing a delivery truck into the loading dock. “Wonderful to meet you. The petting department is located in the rear.” Loghan’s relationship with other dogs is best described as a sweet little grandpa who enjoys company but would prefer nobody arrive with a trampoline and three energy drinks. He’s interested in meeting them, happy to sniff, and willing to exchange the customary dog information. After that, he would appreciate everyone returning to their own bodies. Friendship is lovely. Someone else’s nose parked in his ear canal is a zoning violation. He occasionally barks at and herds his foster’s male Pyrenees, because apparently someone needs to supervise that enormous walking duvet, and Loghan has appointed himself Assistant Manager of Please Stand Somewhere Else. Forty-six pounds of golden biscuit trying to direct a Pyrenees is quite the management structure, but he remains committed to the position. A canine companion who understands the joy of peacefully existing nearby without making every interaction a mandatory wrestling tournament would be wonderful. He could also be happy as an only dog, receiving all the pets without having to take a number. This tender little fellow just wants to feel secure, have his space respected, and know there’s a human hand available when he needs reassurance. Cats are still a question mark. Loghan saw some at the groomer, but he was busy trying to leave, so his attention was less “What fascinating creatures” and more “My feet have been trimmed. Why are we still in this establishment?” The cats could have been balancing the books or operating a tiny forklift, and he was still going to prioritize finding the door. Children, meanwhile, have already discovered that Loghan is sweet, affectionate, and wildly unqualified to calculate the carrying capacity of a lap. He met kids ages five and seven, greeted them excitedly, gave kisses, and then climbed straight into the seven-year-old’s lap on the couch. He sometimes jumps when excited, too, so older, dog-savvy children who can comfortably handle his size would be the better fit. He enjoys affection, but very busy young children can overwhelm him. Younger kids may be fine for short visits, but a home full of constant little-kid commotion would be a lot for him. Loghan would love gentle companions who offer pets, appreciate his kisses, and let him rest when he’s had enough excitement. He has plenty of sweetness to share. He just prefers his family time with a side of peace and quiet, rather than an unscheduled performance of Twenty-Seven Reasons We’re Screaming. Loghan clocks in at a 6 out of 10 on the energy scale. He enjoys being active, taking walks, and going places with his person, but he also loves relaxing at home. A pleasant outing followed by a nap is very much his speed. A lengthy hike involving elevation charts, survival whistles, and somebody saying, “Only four more miles”? Please remove him from that group chat. Loghan enjoys the backyard and walks, so a securely fenced yard is welcome but not required with regular leash outings. He does prefer his human to accompany him for potty breaks and stay until he is finished. Congratulations: you have been appointed his Bathroom Buddy. It is an unpaid position, but the benefits include golden fluff and the satisfaction of being considered essential personnel. He generally does his business and wants right back inside rather than spending a long time in the yard alone. He hasn’t shown escape-artist tendencies. His main destination is usually wherever his person went. Inside, Loghan is delighted to participate in your daily life. Bathroom trip? He’ll come. Kitchen duty? He’ll supervise. He may nap beneath your feet while you cook, monitor for falling crumbs, or make himself available for taste testing. You finally have someone who believes watching you stir a saucepan is a worthwhile evening plan. Granted, there may be food involved, but let’s appreciate the companionship. Loghan has been a beautifully mannered boy. He is potty trained and has never had an accident in his foster home. He doesn’t chew things he shouldn’t, has shown no food or resource guarding, and has done well with free roam of the house while his foster family is away. No furniture demolition. No shoe autopsies. No surprise installation of an indoor bathroom. The gentleman comes with experience. He knows sit, down, shake, off, and “no.” A handsome face, affectionate personality, and actual qualifications. Meanwhile, several of us still need three reminders to move the laundry to the dryer. Loghan used a kennel in his previous home, mainly as an open safe space, and was rarely shut inside. His foster set one up when he arrived, but he only voluntarily went in once and used it for a couple of meals. Since he otherwise wasn’t using it, they took it down. He has kennel familiarity, but his current routine has been free roam, which he has handled without naughty behavior. Loghan also has a complete cataract in one eye and a partial cataract in the other, so his vision is limited, especially at night. His foster thinks turning his head to look sideways helps him see better. It also gives him the appearance of a little golden judge reviewing your explanation for eating an entire sandwich without sharing with him. The moment the leash comes out, Loghan acts like someone on a cruise ship was told that there will be unlimited shrimp on the fiesta deck. He loves walks, but may pull some in an effort to ensure that everything is sniffed properly. Walking Loghan is more of a leisurely endeavor than a "quick" walk around the block. Walking beside him can feel like escorting a very fluffy detective who keeps discovering new evidence. You’re trying to reach the corner. Loghan is trying to determine who visited this hydrant, what they had for lunch, and whether their statement requires a rebuttal. With that said, Loghan is uncomfortable being kept on a leash inside unfamiliar buildings and gravitates toward the exit. He has the social stamina of someone who’s taken off their coat, discovered this is a timeshare presentation, and immediately put their coat back on. Small outings can be lovely, but he appreciates keeping them manageable. Loghan currently jumps into the car himself, like a gentleman who heard someone mention getting lunch and doesn’t intend to be left behind. Once aboard, he may be a little nervous although he doesn't get carsick. If your home could use a golden little shadow with excellent house manners, a sweet heart, and a firm belief that every trip to the kitchen deserves an escort, Loghan would love to be your boy. He brings gentle adventures, happy greetings, cozy companionship, and twelve years of experience making somebody feel loved. All he asks is a patient family, a reassuring routine, and regular maintenance scratches above his tail. Apparently, that’s where the happiness button is located. Fill out an adoption application so we can send it to his foster family for review: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Yes, the whole application. “I love him” is a wonderful beginning, but we’ll need slightly more information before appointing you Official Keeper of the Butterscotch Gentleman. If approved, you’ll need to pick Loghan up in Yukon, Oklahoma. He will not arrive by Golden Grandpa Express, parachute into your backyard, or materialize when you shake a bag of shredded cheese. You’ll need to come get your new best friend in person. After losing the person he’d loved since puppyhood, Loghan deserves to hear “Let’s go home, buddy” and discover that he belongs again. Somewhere soft to nap. Someone to follow. A familiar hand reaching down to pet him. And, ideally, someone whose cheese occasionally falls on the floor.