Maremma Sheepdog puppies and dogs in Tulsa, Oklahoma

Hi there, I'm Pepper! I'm a big girl with an even bigger heart. My friends here tell me I'm friendly, sweet, and gentle. I love to play and learn new things, which I pick up pretty fast because I'm smart too! I've been told my size can be a bit intimidating, but don't let that fool you. I'm as gentle as a butterfly. I love cuddles and belly rubs, and I promise to be your loyal friend. I may be big, but my love for you will be even bigger. I'm hoping for a home where I can share my love and someone I can cuddle on the couch with. I promise, adopting me will bring a large amount of joy to your life!

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. 🏰🐾