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.

🚨 INTRODUCING: ELPHABA (yes, like the green one, but fluffier and slightly less dramatic) 🚨 (AKA: Ollie, Queen of Zoomies and Stretchy Naps™) Are you looking for a calm, quiet couch potato who spends her days napping peacefully and contemplating the meaning of life? Cool, so are we. You just won’t find her here. Elphaba is a high-energy, happy-go-lucky whirlwind of joy wrapped in fluff and curiosity. She wakes up each day like she’s just had a motivational speech from a toddler in a superhero cape. She wants to see things. Do things. Sniff things. Preferably all at once. She’s got a PhD in Inquisitiveness, a minor in Zoomies, and she specializes in “Stretchy Naps” — where she elongates her body to impossible dimensions and melts into the floor like butter on a summer sidewalk. If you’ve ever wanted a personal life coach who reminds you that the world is FULL of stuff to explore, Elphaba’s your girl. This 8-month-old, 45lb Great Pyrenees mix has all the makings of a star: high energy, endless curiosity, and an enthusiastic approach to life that includes investigating every corner of your house and then dramatically collapsing in a heap like she just finished a three-act play. Elphaba is what happens when you mix joy, caffeine, and curiosity into one big squishy marshmallow. She's absolutely happy-go-lucky, armed with endless energy and a nose that must investigate everything. Her previous adopters realized they weren’t quite ready for the full Elpahaba experience (puppy energy, grooming needs, you know—the usual fluffy gremlin stuff), so they’re kindly fostering her until she finds the right forever home. In the meantime, she’ll be perfecting her nap stretches and collecting squeaky toys like awards. Elphaba fancies herself a socialite, which is great… unless you’re her older foster sister who just wants to nap without being tackled by 45 pounds of optimism. She absolutely thrives in a multi-dog home—as long as the other dogs don’t mind having their personal space routinely violated by someone who’s just so excited to be here. She means no harm, really. She’ll happily trade her pestering for a plush toy the moment you wave one in front of her face. It’s less “bully” and more “golden retriever in a toddler’s body.” As for cats? We haven’t tested her yet, so for now we’re going to assume she’d either try to adopt them… or accidentally cause a household mutiny. Jury’s still out. Tiny humans? She’s been around them all—from babies to older kids and even a child with special needs—and she’s handled it like a champ. She thinks kids are just funny-looking puppies with snacks and sticky fingers, and honestly? She wants in. Occasionally, she needs a gentle reminder to give the youngest some space, but she’s all love and just wants to be part of the gang. New people are her jam. She greets strangers like long-lost friends, often with the kind of enthusiasm normally reserved for surprise pizza deliveries. After she’s gotten in a few full-body wiggles and a sniff or two, she settles into her “I’m your new best friend” role like it was made for her. Basically, if you’re not into extroverts who love kids, dogs, toys, and literally everyone they’ve ever met… you might want to keep scrolling. If Elphaba’s energy level were a mix of animals, she’d be somewhere between a curious fox and a golden retriever who just discovered tennis balls. She’s not bouncing off the walls 24/7—but she’s no slouch either. We’d give her a solid 8 out of 10 on the energy scale, but it’s the kind of energy that says, “I’d love a backyard adventure… but I also nap like it’s a competitive sport.” She’s got just enough oomph to keep things interesting without making you question all your life choices. In the car, she starts out like a cracked-out Jack-in-the-box, bouncing from seat to seat like she’s checking for treasure. But give her a towel, a solid five minutes, and the vague hope of snacks, and she settles down like a seasoned road-tripper. Long drives? She’s golden. On leash? Believe it or not, this girl has manners. After some good ol’ leash training, she walks like she’s campaigning for neighborhood mayor—confident, polite, and maybe just a little nosey. She’s not dragging you to Mordor or pancaking in protest. She’s just vibing. As for her sense of adventure? She’s still deciding. One minute she’s channeling Dora the Explorer, determined to sniff every inch of the yard, and the next she’s doing her best impersonation of a throw pillow. Right now, we’d classify her as a young, mildly adventurous, and super inquisitive soul. Temperament-wise, she’s the happy-go-lucky golden retriever spirit stuffed into a Great Pyrenees mix body and a strong passion for whatever you’re doing, plus whatever she’s doing, plus whatever might be happening three houses over. She is the dog equivalent of “Yes, and?”—always ready to jump into the next activity with unearned confidence and full tail-wag commitment. Her hobbies? Oh, honey. She is the reigning queen of plush toy destruction. Got a new stuffed squeaky friend? Not for long. She will lovingly carry it to her lair (aka the living room) and perform emergency fluff removal like it’s her life’s mission. Her toy basket is her pride and joy, and yes, she does know when a new toy has entered the premises. She’s not here for apartment life. She absolutely needs a fenced yard to burn off the crazy, no offense to your patio, but Elphaba needs a real yard to thrive. That said, she’s happiest when her day includes a good walk where she can pretend she’s starring in an indie film and sniff every leaf like it’s a potential Oscar winner. In short: Elphaba is your girl if you want a hilarious, high-energy fluffball with equal parts fun, charm, and cuddle. And if you’ve got a sense of humor, a fenced yard, and a plush toy budget, she’s ready to move in. Elphaba? Potty trained like a pro, thank you very much. She knows the difference between your living room rug and the great outdoors, and she’s not about to embarrass herself with any rookie mistakes. At night, she puts herself to bed like the responsible adult she absolutely isn’t the rest of the day. Her crate? Oh, she loves it—treats it like a spa retreat with memory foam. During the day though? She’s out and about living her best uncrated life, supervising your every move like the nosey fluffball she is. Now, let’s talk puppy-proofing—because while Elphaba may sleep like an angel and pee where she’s supposed to, don’t let that fluffy innocence fool you. She’s still very much a puppy. So yes, your house will need to be puppy-proofed unless you enjoy living dangerously. Think of her as a tiny home inspector, but instead of making notes, she just drags the evidence under the bed. Elphaba isn’t exactly the neighborhood gossip. In fact, she’s more of the “silent observer who’s secretly judging everything” type. She rarely barks—like, rarely—and when she does, it’s usually just because her foster sister decided to kick off the drama first. She's not out here announcing every Amazon delivery or wind-blown leaf like she’s on HOA patrol. Inside the house? Practically mute. It’s almost suspicious how quiet she is… like she’s planning something. But rest assured, it’s probably just which toy she’s going to disembowel next. So, if you’ve made it this far and you’re still thinking, “Yes, I do want a plushie-shredding, nap-stretching, low-key genius in a floofy disguise,” then congratulations—you might just be Elphaba’s person. But fair warning: she doesn’t come with a delivery option. You’ll need to physically transport yourself to Tahlequah, Oklahoma to collect your new favorite roommate. No broomsticks, no flying monkeys—just you, a car, and an adoption application. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Go ahead. Adopt the floof. Your throw pillows were getting too comfortable anyway.

Oh, you thought I was just a dog? Nope, I’m just like the warm, fresh-out-of-the-oven chocolate chip cookie that grandma used to make. The kind that’s soft in the middle, a little gooey, and somehow fixes things without even trying. I’m what the professionals call “a well-rounded individual.” I call it “being excellent at everything.” I am sweet. I am loving. I am adventurous. I am also a certified goofball with Olympic-level tail wags and a heart made of warm butter. If you want a dog who is equal parts adventure, affection, and absolute lovable nonsense… congratulations. You found him. Now the only question is… are you ready for a Kong-sized amount of love in your life? So, I guess this is the part where I casually mention that I’ve been a hidden treasure this whole time? Kong at your service. Two years old. Male. Great Pyrenees mix. Professional Heart Stealer. I sat in the shelter. Since November. Go ahead. Read that again. I’ll wait. November. Apparently, people were out there walking past me like I was the last cookie on the plate. But you know what? Their loss. Truly. Monumentally. Because PPFT and my foster mom saw something in me and welcomed me to their fluffy butt program. And you know what? Turns out I’m not just a good dog. I’m a “how are you even real?” kind of dog. The full package. Sweet, loving, adventurous, goofy, tender-hearted — like someone checked all the boxes and then added bonus features. When I meet a new dog, I bring immediate tail wags, polite sniffs, and strong “hi hello I would like to be your friend” energy. I don’t come in hot like a wrecking ball. I come in like, “Good afternoon, shall we frolic?” And here’s the impressive part — I have social skills. If the pack leader says, “Sir, that’s enough,” I take the hint. I respect boundaries. I understand correction. I am not out here trying to overthrow anyone’s kingdom. I am secure enough to just… vibe. I am not currently being fostered around any cats. At the shelter, I saw cats. I did not explode. I did not lose my mind. I did not file a complaint. I was friendly. Curious? Sure. But in a “oh hello, small mysterious creature” kind of way. Ah yes. The small humans. I have met them. Ages 5 and 7. Prime snack-dropping years. And let me just say — I approve. I love kids. They are exactly my speed. High enough energy to run in the backyard with me, low enough height that gravity occasionally delivers snacks directly to my face. It’s a very efficient system. ids are very much my kind of people. They’re playful, affectionate, and think I’m cool. I agree with them. So yes. I would make an excellent family dog. I’ll run, I’ll cuddle, I’ll gently monitor snack distribution, and I’ll love them like they’re my own tiny pack members. Honestly, I’m basically built for this job. Energy level? I’m a solid, respectable, well-balanced 7. What does that mean in real life? It means I enjoy activity. I like playing. I like yard time. I like doing things that involve movement and possibly an audience. I will happily run around with other dogs, kids, or you — especially if you pretend you’re racing me. (You won’t win. I’ll allow you to feel competitive though.) After we’ve had our fun? I’m perfectly content to settle down and exist near you like a warm, slightly oversized loaf of bread. Adventure-seeker or homebody? I enjoy outings. I enjoy the house. I enjoy existing wherever my people are. I’m versatile like that. Take me somewhere fun? I’m in. Parks, patios, family gatherings — I’m social. I like meeting people. I like being admired. I like participating in society. I will walk around like, “Yes, hello, I am part of this family. You’re welcome.” I’m loving. I’m friendly. I enjoy being included. If you’re out doing something, I’d very much like to RSVP “attending.” At heart, I’m social and loving. I like being out and about with my family. But I’m also perfectly content coming home, flopping down, and turning back into your oversized emotional support dessert. Overall temperament? I’m sweet. Like, genuinely sweet. Not fake polite. I actually care. I love my people hard. I bond. I lean. I cuddle like it’s my full-time career. I am tender-hearted. Case in point: a cat at the shelter swatted my nose once. Once. And I said, “You know what? I’ll just… be over here,” and hid in the corner like a Victorian gentleman who had been publicly insulted.Lovable? Obviously. Balanced? Shockingly so. A jackpot dog? Without question. Let’s talk about my future kingdom. In true independent Pyrenees fashion, I deeply enjoy a backyard. I like a good romp. I like playing with my foster brother. I like conducting very thorough inspections of every leaf, twig, blade of grass, and suspicious breeze that enters the property. These things do not sniff themselves.So yes, I would thrive best with a securely fenced yard. Somewhere I can stretch my legs, patrol respectfully, play, sniff, and make the occasional public service announcement about backyard activity. Could I survive without one? Maybe. But why deny the people what they deserve — which is watching me majestically trot around my territory like the fluffy land steward I was born to be? Potty trained? Please. I am a gentleman. Ah yes. The kennel question. At the shelter, I was in a run. Did I survive? Yes. Did I love it? Let’s not be dramatic — it was not my favorite era. So now my foster family is trying their hardest not to kennel me — because once you’ve had a taste of freedom and couches and human proximity, it’s hard to go back to metal bars and fluorescent lighting. Do I bark? I prefer the term Neighborhood News Correspondent. Look, someone has to keep you informed. But here’s the thing — I’m not barking to be chaotic. I’m barking because I care. I want you to know what’s happening in your world. I am proactive. Vigilant. Committed. Am I a silent houseplant? No. Am I a loyal, slightly dramatic security system with fluffy features? Absolutely. Alright. Deep breath. This is the part where I pretend to be modest. Listen… I know I sat in a shelter since November. I know people walked past me like I was the last slice of plain bread at a bakery. And that’s fine. Because clearly I was being reserved for someone with excellent taste. If you’re sitting there thinking, “Wow, this magnificent creature should be mine,” congratulations on your self-awareness. The next step is to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app like a responsible adult. You fill it out. The nice rescue people send it to my foster family. They review it. They nod thoughtfully. They decide if you are worthy of this level of excellence. And then — and only then — you may come pick me up in Yukon. That’s right. I’m not teleporting. I’m not Ubering. You will drive to Yukon like the dedicated future dog parent you are. I’ve waited since November. You can handle a short drive. Fill out the app. Come to Yukon. Hit the jackpot. Kong