Komondor 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.

Hi. I’m Wolfe — professional heart-stealer, part-time goofball, and full-time believer that life is meant to be lived with maximum enthusiasm and zero dignity. If there’s fun to be had, I’m already doing it. If there’s love to give, I’m handing it out like free samples at Costco. If I had to describe myself? I’m basically a triple-layer chocolate lava cake. Stay with me here. On the outside, I look put together and respectable. But the second you get close? Boom. Warm, gooey, slightly unhinged center that spills out everywhere in the form of wiggles, zoomies, and tons of affection. There will be no personal space. There will be joy. In summary: I am 100% good boy energy, with a molten core of silliness and cuddles. I am a 3-month-old, 14 lb male Great Pyrenees who somehow ended up in a shelter… I know, I know — truly shocking. A face like this? In a kennel? The injustice. The betrayal. The drama of it all. But don’t worry, my story has taken a turn for the better because I’ve officially upgraded to the rescue life. And let me tell you… I plan to make the most of it. I will make you laugh, follow you around like a fluffy little shadow, and then immediately forget what I was doing because something VERY IMPORTANT (like a leaf) just happened. So yes, my origin story started a little rough… but now, I’m the best thing that’s about to happen to someone’s life. 🐾 How do I feel about other dogs? Oh, I LOVE them. Big dogs, small dogs, medium dogs… if it has four legs, I’m already on my way over to say hello like we’ve been best friends since kindergarten. I’m curious, playful, and fully believe every new dog I meet is here for my entertainment. Now, do I want to be steamrolled by a 90 lb linebacker? No, I value my personal safety and my adorable face. But will that stop me from inserting myself into the situation anyway? Also no. I’m either in “let’s play immediately” mode or “I will simply vibe over here like a tiny fluffy king” mode. Listen… I haven’t officially met a cat yet, but based on my overall life philosophy (which is “love everything and assume it loves me back”), I feel like I’d probably be fine. I might try to befriend them. I might follow them. I might get dramatically ignored by them. We’ll all learn together. Kids? Ah yes, my people. I have experience with tiny humans (ages 7 and 9, plus an entire Girl Scout troop because apparently I’m famous), and let me tell you—I thrive in that environment. I am more than happy to be loved on, carried around like the baby I clearly am, and fully immersed in what you might call “kid-level chaos.” I simply absorb the attention like a sponge and ask for more. New people? I like to make a brief attempt at being shy. You know, for character development. But give me approximately 60–120 seconds and I will be in your lap, melting into you like warm butter on toast. I do not believe in personal space when love is involved. I am a puddle. You will pet me. This is not a request. Energy Level? I’d say I’m a solid 5 out of 10… which basically means I’m the perfect mix of “let’s go do something fun” and “actually, this floor looks like a great place to collapse dramatically.” I’m not out here training for a marathon, but I am available for light adventuring followed by immediate snuggling. Adventure seeker or homebody? Why choose when I can simply… go wherever you go? Coffee shop? I’m ready. Dinner party? I will attend and be the most charming guest there (you’re welcome in advance). Couch? Also incredible. I’m not overly high energy, but I am very committed to being included in your life. If you’re there, I’m in. I’m basically your slightly fluffy plus-one with excellent manners and a talent for stealing attention. Yard or apartment life? Look, I can do the whole “no fence, just leash walks” lifestyle like a responsible citizen… but I would also like to formally submit my application for “yard access with shady lounging opportunities.” I enjoy a good wander, a casual sniff, and then dramatically flopping in the shade like I just finished a long day of very important business (I did not). So yes, I’m adaptable—but if you’ve got a yard? I will absolutely make use of it like the tiny land baron I am. Potty trained? We are so close. Like… “I almost have my life together” close. I’m also doing great with crate training, which feels like a pretty big win for someone my age, if I do say so myself. Do I chew on things I shouldn’t? Shockingly… no. I know, I know. A puppy with self-control? Groundbreaking. I prefer to keep my reputation clean and my cuteness weaponized. Soooo, let's be real. I am, in fact, a dream dog. I didn’t say it—my foster did—but I will agree with them publicly. I’ve got the looks, the personality, the manners-in-progress… all I’m missing is my dream human to complete the whole fairytale situation. Now… here comes the part where I gently remind you that staring at my adorable face is not enough. You must take action. Yes, you. You’ll need to fill out an adoption application so my people can send it over to my foster family, who will then decide if you are worthy of all this greatness. It’s a whole process. Very official. Very exclusive. Very “earn your fluffy soulmate.” And once you’ve proven yourself? You will need to come get me in Tulsa. No, I will not be shipped like an Amazon package. I am a premium, in-person pickup experience only. So go ahead—apply at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Impress me. Come meet me. I’ll be here… being perfect. 🐾

Hi. Hello. Yes. It’s me. The one almost scrolled right past without realizing you’ve just skipped your future best decision. Rude. But I forgive you… because I’m generous like that. Name’s Canaan. Full-time professional ray of sunshine. Part-time emotional support specialist. Certified “happy to be here” guy. Honestly, if life were a sport, I’d be that overly enthusiastic teammate who shows up early, hypes everyone up, and still thinks we won even if we very much did not. Basically, I’m a walking, tail-wagging reminder that life doesn’t have to be that serious. And if you’re not smiling yet, don’t worry—I’ll fix that. I’m persistent. 💁‍♂️🐾 I’m Canaan. Twelve weeks old. Thirteen pounds of Great Pyrenees mix… with the emotional depth of a Disney movie and the resilience of a superhero who refuses to read the script where he loses. I’m the small, fluffy miracle you didn’t know you needed but are now legally obligated to fall in love with. Now, here’s the thing—I have every reason to be the grumpy, suspicious, “don’t touch me, I’ve seen things” kind of guy. Because life threw a lot at me right out of the gate. I was found injured—like, multiple wounds, the kind that make people go quiet and say, “how did he even…?” Some think coyotes, some think something worse. Honestly? I’m choosing not to dwell because I’ve got better things to do. I made it to the shelter, they called in backup (aka my rescue heroes), and off I went. Got all patched up, feeling good, ready to start my “spoiled puppy era”… and then plot twist—parvo. Back to the vet I went, fighting for my life again like some kind of overachieving action hero who did NOT sign up for a sequel. But guess what? I won. Again. And now? Now I finally get to do what I was meant to do all along…Be a puppy. A happy, wiggly, “everything is amazing and I love you already” kind of puppy. I don’t dwell on the past. I don’t sit around thinking about what happened. I’m too busy being grateful for soft beds, full bowls, kind humans, and the fact that I get to exist in a world where belly rubs are a thing. So yeah… I’ve been through a lot. But if I can go through all that and still choose happiness? Imagine what I could bring to your life. 💛🐾 Other dogs? Well, lets see...I’m playful, bouncy, and fully committed to making friends immediately. If someone isn’t quite on my level yet, I’m usually pretty good about adjusting… eventually… after I’ve enthusiastically pitched my “Best Friends Forever” proposal a few times. Tiny house tigers? My main strategy is barking like I’ve just discovered a new species and need to alert the village. They tend to stare at me like I’m embarrassing, which… fair. With guidance, I could probably learn some manners, but right now I consider them confusing, fascinating roommates who refuse to play with me. Kids? I haven’t had the honor yet, but let’s be honest—I’m a 12-week-old, 13lb bundle of happiness with zero concept of personal space. I imagine I’d do great with kiddos who are ready for a wiggly, slightly clumsy best friend who might occasionally forget that he has feet. I bring the fun, the enthusiasm, and the “oops sorry I tripped over myself again” energy. New people? Social butterfly is putting it lightly. I greet new humans like they are VIP guests at the grand opening of Me. Tail wagging, body wiggling, immediate trust, probably already planning our future together. You make eye contact? Congratulations, you are now my person. I don’t believe in strangers—just friends I haven’t greeted yet. Energy Level? Let’s call it a solid 6/10… which in puppy math means I have just enough energy to keep things interesting, but not so much that you’re questioning your life choices at 2am. I enjoy a good romp, some enthusiastic socializing (see: me befriending literally everyone), and then I’m perfectly happy to settle in and recharge for my next performance. Basically, I bring the vibes without requiring a full-time cardio routine. Adventure-seeker or homebody? Look, I’m 12 weeks old. I haven’t even fully decided how I feel about stairs yet, and you want me to define my lifestyle brand?? Bold of you. Right now, I’m pretty go-with-the-flow. You wanna go on an adventure? Amazing. I will trot along like your tiny, slightly clumsy sidekick, taking in the sights, probably trying to make friends with everything that breathes. You wanna stay home? Also amazing. I will dramatically flop over next to you like I’ve worked a 12-hour shift and deserve snacks and affection immediately. I’m basically a “match your vibe” kind of guy. Hiking buddy? Sure. Couch companion? Absolutely. Professional nap assistant? I’ve been training my whole life (all 12 weeks of it). So whether your idea of a wild day is exploring the outdoors or exploring what’s in your fridge, I’m in. Just let me know what we’re doing so I can mentally prepare to be adorable the entire time. 🐾 Yard or apartment life? Look, I could adapt to a lot of things because I’m flexible like that, but if I’m being honest? A fenced yard is where I truly shine. I’ve got little legs, big dreams, and a strong desire to do important puppy activities like zooming, exploring, and pretending I’m a majestic guardian… of absolutely nothing. Could I do leash walks? Sure. Would I prefer my own personal kingdom to run around in? Also yes. Potty trained? I’m still a baby, not a miracle worker. But I’m learning! With consistency, patience, and maybe a few celebratory treats for doing my business outside like a champion, I’ll get there. Kennel life? I am familiar with it. Is it my favorite? No. Will I tolerate it? Yes. Do I chew on things I shouldn’t? Nope. Look guys, I’m sweet. I’m gentle. I love giving and receiving affection like it’s my full-time job. I adore other puppies and just want to be part of a family where I can finally settle in and be loved the way I deserve. I’ve been through more than most puppies ever should… and somehow I still came out the other side choosing to trust, to love, and to be happy. And now… the moment where you stop scrolling, stop lying to yourself about “just browsing,” and accept that I am clearly the best decision you’ll make this year. 💁‍♀️💖 So go fill out the adoption application—yes, the whole thing, not just thinking about it really hard—and the rescue will send it over to my foster family so they can decide if you’re worthy of all this greatness. Pressure’s on. And when you get approved, you will need to come pick me up in Hutchinson, KS. I know, I know… a road trip. How tragic. Try to contain your excitement. So go on—apply at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app I’ll just be here being adorable, improving lives, and waiting for you to catch up to the very obvious conclusion that I’m your dog. 💖🐾