Maremma Sheepdog 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.

Oh good. You found me. I was beginning to think I was going to have to start a podcast called “Sweetest Boy Alive: The Untold Story.” But lucky for you, I’ve decided to introduce myself instead. I am, according to reliable sources (my foster), “the sweetest boy.” I personally think that’s an understatement, but I try to stay humble. I don’t need to be the loudest in the room. I don’t need to be the center of attention. I just want to be near my people, quietly existing in a state of gentle devotion. I’m the kind of dog who reads the room. If it’s playtime, I’m in. If it’s nap time, I’m already curled up. If it’s “we had a long day and just need peace,” I will absolutely match that energy. I’m Val — 12 weeks old, 28 pounds of premium fluff and I come pre-loaded with good looks, guardian instincts, and just enough independent thinking to occasionally pretend I didn’t hear you. My sister and I were abandoned before we landed in rescue. Quite rude, honestly. But truly? Their loss. Because I am a gem. A treasure. A limited-edition, oversized cloud with a heart of gold. Despite my early plot twist, I am the sweetest boy. Calm. Steady. Thoughtful. I’m not here to flip your coffee table for sport. I’m here to lean gently into your leg and make you feel like you’re the most important human in the universe. Oh, you want the tea on my social life? Perfect. Gather ‘round. Dog wise, I currently live with two big girls, and let me just say — I hold my own. We play well together, we wrestle appropriately, we zoom with dignity (as much dignity as a 28-pound baby bear can manage). And yes. I do have a signature move. It’s called: Sit On Their Heads. Listen, when you’re already built like a fluffy bowling ball, sometimes physics just happens. I don’t mean to end up perched on top of my opponents mid-wrestle. It’s just… efficient. But in all seriousness, I play nicely. Once I warm up, I’m all in. I take cues well, I match energy, and I genuinely enjoy having dog friends. Especially big ones who can handle my growing-into-my-paws era. Ah yes. Cats. The judgmental loafs with opinions. I have not personally conducted any feline evaluations yet. Now, as a 12-week-old, 28-pound Great Pyrenees-in-training, I suspect I would approach a cat the same way I approach most things: cautiously at first… then with curiosity… then possibly with enthusiasm that may or may not be appreciated. Children? Ah yes. The tiny, wobbly humans. I have met one. A 12-month-old grandson. Very small. Very loud. Questionable coordination. I was sweet, obviously. Because I am a gentleman. That said… I am still a puppy. Which means I have paws the size of dinner plates and the spatial awareness of a fluffy ottoman. Truthfully? I’m much more interested in the big doggie cousins that visit.So yes — I’m sweet with kids. But I will need supervision, guidance, and a family that understands I’m a growing Great Pyrenees puppy, not a plush toy with self-control pre-installed. Energy wise? I’m a solid 7 — which means I wake up ready to participate in life. I enjoy playtime. I enjoy wrestling my dog friends. I enjoy trotting around the yard like I own acreage (which, frankly, I should). But I also come with an off switch. After I’ve stretched my legs and expressed my athletic genius (head-sitting included), I am more than happy to plop down dramatically and recharge. Preferably near you. Possibly on your foot. For bonding purposes. Overall temperament? Calm. Gentle. Soft-hearted. Slightly dramatic in my physical presence, but emotionally? Rock solid. Sweet is my brand. Calm is my default setting. Gentle giant-in-progress is my destiny. Now, while I may be too cute for words and sound pretty much like a gem. A calm, sweet, oversized marshmallow of a Great Pyrenees puppy. However… I am still 12 weeks old. Which means I did not arrive pre-programmed with “Perfect House Manners 2.0.” So my future family? You’re going to need to be prepared. Potty training? That’s a team sport. Puppy proofing? Also on you. If you leave shoes on the floor, that’s not temptation — that’s an invitation. Socialization? Very important. I’m a Great Pyrenees. I am going to grow into a large, majestic guardian with opinions. The more positive experiences you give me now, the more distinguished and well-rounded I become. Take me places. Let me see things. Teach me that the world is safe and that you’ve got it handled. Training? Again — I’m smart. Very smart. Borderline suspiciously smart. But I will treat commands as collaborative suggestions unless you make them worth my while. Be consistent. Be patient. Be committed. If you’re looking for a calm, sweet, oversized baby bear who will grow into your loyal shadow… I’m your guy. I’ll be the one sitting beside you during hard days, leaning into you during quiet nights, and standing tall when it matters. I’m playful but thoughtful. Gentle but sturdy. Sweet without being over-the-top dramatic. Now, here is the deal. You cannot simply show up and yell, “That’s my polar bear!” There is a process. You must fill out an adoption app at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app But once you complete the adoption app, the rescue will send it over to my foster family for approval. And when you are approved? You will need to pick me up in Warr Acres, OK. I will not be Ubering. I do not drive. And I am too majestic for public transportation. So fill out the application. Commit to the process. Come get your gentle giant-in-progress. I’ll be here. Growing. Waiting. Possibly sitting on a foster sibling's head. Love, Val 🐾

Ah yes. Donald Pup. Valentine’s Day is approaching, and Donald is very much the shy, nerdy kid standing in the hallway clutching a crumpled note that says “Do you maybe possibly want to be my Valentine? Circle yes or absolutely yes.” At first glance, he’s a little reserved. Polite. Quiet. The type who needs a moment to assess the situation, make sure the vibes are good, and confirm you’re not about to laugh at him in front of the whole cafeteria. He takes things slowly, watches carefully, and works up the courage one deep breath at a time. But once those nerves settle? Oh buddy. Game over. Because the second Donald decides you’re safe, he transforms into a full-blown teddy bear with zero concept of personal space. He loves being held. Pick him up and he doesn’t just relax—he melts. Like warm chocolate. Like a puppy-shaped weighted blanket. Like he’s been waiting his whole life for someone to scoop him up and say, “You’re mine now.” And just when you think he’s all soft glances and gentle cuddles, he sprinkles in a little silliness—just enough to keep you smiling and wondering how you got this emotionally attached so fast. The longer you look at him, the harder it gets to stop. First it’s his cute face. Then it’s his sweet, cautious nature. Then suddenly you’re in love with his whole personality and planning your future together. Let’s talk about Donald Pup, because the audacity of his backstory needs to be addressed. Donald is a 7-week-old, 8-lb male Pyr/Lab mix who somehow—somehow—ended up in the shelter with his sister Daisy. Yes. A literal baby. A marshmallow with legs. A creature whose only crimes include being unbearably cute and possibly not knowing what taxes are yet. And yet, there he was. In the slammer. For the absolutely unforgivable offense of someone deciding they didn’t want him. We would like to formally state for the record that this is an absolute offense against humanity, and we will be pressing charges emotionally. Because look at him. This is not a dog who should know what a shelter is. This is a dog who should only know warm blankets, gentle cuddles, and being told he’s perfect approximately 47 times a day. Thankfully, that chapter is closed. Donald is with us now, and his future is bright. We’re talking a lifetime of “awwww” reactions, soft kisses, and people falling in love with him five seconds after meeting him. He’s sweet. He’s gentle. He’s got that soulful, tender energy that makes you look at him and immediately think, “Yep. That’s my soul dog.” And listen—we already know. When we reach out for an update someday, this will be the dog whose adopter sends us photos with captions like “I can’t imagine life without him". Around other dogs, he starts off in polite introvert mode. A little shy. A little “I’m just going to stand over here and observe the vibes.” But give him a minute, and suddenly he’s clocked in for puppy playtime, happily bouncing around with the other puppies in his foster home. Cats remain an unconfirmed mystery. He has not met one yet. We cannot confirm whether he will be respectful, confused, or simply assume it is a strangely shaped dog. Kids, on the other hand, are likely to get the absolute best version of him. Donald is calm, gentle, and surprisingly polite for someone who still fits in the “tiny potato” category. He does technically possess sharp puppy teeth—because biology—but so far he has chosen to use them responsibly. Donald’s personality can best be described as soft-spoken sweetheart with a very strong cuddle agenda. He’s a little shy at first—the kind of guy who needs a minute to read the room and make sure no one’s about to hurt his feelings. He prefers to take things slow, build trust, and then… boom. Once he’s comfortable, he flips the switch and turns into pure affection. Pick him up and he doesn’t just relax—he fully dissolves. Like a puppy-shaped marshmallow. Resistance is futile. Energy-wise, he’s sitting comfortably at about a 5 out of 10. Calm. Laid-back. Not here to cause problems. He’s mostly content to exist peacefully, soak up affection, and vibe. That said, this rating may increase slightly as he settles in and discovers the full range of his puppy powers—but for now, he’s more “gentle teddy bear” than “chaotic gremlin.” Right now, Donald is a shy little gentleman with excellent intentions and absolutely no life experience. Your job is to help him grow into the kind of polite, well-mannered, emotionally stable dog who makes your family member—yes, the one who once said “you do not need another dog”—suddenly show up unannounced “just to say hi” and then stay for two hours to cuddle him. You will need to show him the world is not scary, the floor is not lava, and strangers are just future admirers he hasn’t met yet. People, dogs, kids, new places, weird noises, and yes—that suspicious trash bin that appears every week and deserves side-eye until proven harmless. Training? Yes, that too. Donald is not secretly studying obedience while you sleep. He’s a blank slate. A soft little sponge. A puppy with great intentions and absolutely no idea what’s expected of him yet. With guidance, consistency, and kindness, he’ll soak it all up and turn into the kind of dog you can take anywhere So here’s the deal: if you’ve read all of this and thought, “Wow. I would absolutely rearrange my life for this puppy,” then congratulations — you are Donald Pup’s target audience. He’s sweet, gentle, cuddly, emotionally available, and already practicing his future role as someone’s soul dog. Now for the slightly less romantic part. If you want to adopt this tiny heart-stealer, you must fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app This is not optional. This is how we make sure Donald ends up with the right human and how we send your info to his foster family. Please do not attempt to telepathically claim him. We’ve tried. It doesn’t work. And yes — pickup will be in Skiatook, OK. No, we cannot beam him directly to your house. He will not Uber. He is eight pounds and has no credit card. Do the application. Come to Skiatook. Meet Donald. Fall hopelessly in love.