Shih Poo puppies and dogs in Tulsa, Oklahoma

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Meet Bob. He radiates “grandma’s-favorite-afghan” energy: the kind of cozy presence that settles onto your lap, sighs dramatically, and suddenly you’re like, ah yes, this is exactly what my soul needed. Bob is the type of dog who could happily live out his days in a nursing home, rotating from lap to lap like a soft, smiling therapy cloud. And yes — he’ll flash that adorable grin...every time, just to make sure your heart grows three sizes. At 12 years old and weighing in at a very portable 19 pounds, Bob is a tiny, gentleman-shaped warm hug. He came to us through no fault of his own—life threw him a heartbreak he absolutely didn’t deserve. Bob’s beloved owner passed away, and he and his friend Theola ended up in the shelter, held with hope that family would come for them. No one ever did, and it wasn’t even clear if any next of kin existed. So the shelter staff did what they could, and then asked us for help. When Bob arrived, he was matted, uncomfortable, and dealing with both skin and ear infections. But now? He’s been treated, he’s on meds, and every day he looks and feels more like the soft, soothing soul he truly is. When it comes to other dogs, Bob is… unimpressed. He’s not here to make friends, start a revolution, or join anyone’s weird group Zoomies Session 2025. He met the whole canine cast and showed absolutely zero aggression—but also zero interest. He is the poster child for dog indifferent. Cats? Bob would likely treat them exactly the same way he treats dogs: share the space, don’t start drama, don’t join drama, and absolutely do not acknowledge drama. As for tiny humans, Bob is a senior citizen with senior citizen opinions. He prefers a home with calm energy—the ambiance of a quiet Sunday morning, not a Chuck E. Cheese birthday party. He’ll be fine with respectful kids once he knows them, but he may initially greet younger visitors with a few barks, which is his polite way of saying, “You startled me, small loud creature.” Babies or toddlers? Hard pass. Let’s not put this gentle old man through that emotional journey. When meeting new adults, Bob is dignified and polite, like a grandpa who still wears button-up shirts “just because.” He’ll accept gentle pets with grace, but he does expect the same level of respect in return. He is not here for chaotic energy, sudden movements, or being treated like a fuzzy wind-up toy. Bob is a gentleman—please act accordingly. Bob operates at an energy level of approximately “2,” which is impressive only because the number “1” already belongs to sloths, retired librarians, and that one houseplant you’re not totally sure is still alive. The only reason he doesn’t dip lower on the scale is because evening strolls are his pride and joy. The man LOVES his evening walks. He trots around like he’s competing in a senior citizen beauty pageant—chin up, ears perked, showing off his freshly groomed self like, “Yes, gaze upon me… I am majestic.” And when he’s not busy being the runway model of sunset sidewalks? He’s following his person around the house with the subtlety of a toddler who thinks disappearing behind a curtain makes them invisible. Just a touch needy, but in an endearing, “please don’t stop loving me” sort of way. Now, adventure-wise, Bob has retired from his mountain-climbing, marathon-running, thrill-seeking era—if that era ever existed. He is absolutely a homebody at heart. But don’t get it twisted: he would LOVE to be your constant companion. Coffee shops? Sure. Car rides? His favorite. He will sit quietly wherever you go, adding a soundtrack of tiny snores that somehow make everything feel cozier. His lifestyle now is less “let’s climb a glacier” and more “let’s sit together and judge people at Target.” Honestly, a mood. Bob’s overall vibe is calm, gentle, sweet, and very ready to become the resident therapy dog of someone’s home. Truly, he could live in a nursing home drifting from lap to lap like a mobile cuddle service and be perfectly happy. His smile should be classified as medicinal. He’s the fuzzy antidepressant Big Pharma doesn’t want you to know about. Favorite activities? Chair. That’s it. Chair. If he can sit next to you in a chair while you watch TV or read, he is living his best possible life. His second favorite activity is prancing around the neighborhood during his daily walks. That’s the whole personality. Snooze and stroll. A simple king. As for living arrangements, Bob does NOT require a yard worthy of a wolf pack. A small space is fine because he goes outside solely to handle business and then immediately clocks out. The only minor concern in apartment life is that Bob does not enjoy being left. He’ll whine and bark a bit when his person leaves—he does settle down but if someone lives next door to you and likes to complain about everything than Bob sadly may not be the best match. Bob is proudly, confidently, and wholeheartedly potty trained—because at his distinguished age, he considers indoor accidents a rookie mistake. Kenneling? Don’t even bother. Bob has informed us that he is far too mature, refined, and emotionally stable to be confined like some sort of common toddler. Chewing things he shouldn’t? Causing mischief? Launching himself over fences like an Olympic athlete? Absolutely not. At this point in life, Bob is far too busy being wholesome and adorable to be problematic. He does not chew, he does not dig, he does not steal snacks, and he does not attempt any daring escapes. He’s not an adrenaline junkie—he’s an elder millennial trapped in a dog body who just wants comfort, stability, and a steady snack schedule. And if there’s one thing a future adopter absolutely must know, it’s this: Bob is pure love wrapped in fur. You can brush him, trim his nails, clean his ears—he’ll take it all with the serenity of a tiny monk. Bob isn’t high-maintenance. He’s heart-maintenance. So if you’ve been dreaming of a tiny, soft, emotionally supportive grandpa who will follow you around like your own fluffy retirement-age entourage…Bob is waiting for you. If your heart is already whispering, “Okay… fine… I love him,” then it’s time to make it official. Fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can pass it along to his foster family and get ready to pick this senior cinnamon roll up in Broken Arrow, OK. Go ahead. Adopt Bob. You deserve a dog this comforting… and Bob deserves someone who understands that he’s basically living, breathing emotional support mashed potatoes.

Meet Noctis — or Max, for those who prefer something that sounds less like he’s about to wield a magic sword and battle a dragon. Max is a walking marshmallow of affection, a soft, sweet, people-loving poodle mix with the emotional depth of a Pixar side character and the comedic timing of a dog who absolutely knows he shouldn’t have whatever is currently in his mouth. He is gentle. He is cuddly. He is tender-hearted. And—because we believe in transparency—he is also a doodle, which means he comes pre-installed with the breed’s most famous feature: The overwhelming belief that everything is a snack. Truly, if you know doodles, you already know the legend: They are adorable. They are smart. They are loving. And they are notorious for eating things they shouldn’t, turning even the most ordinary Tuesday into a thrilling game called “Is this a foreign body waiting to happen?” Noctis, aka Max is a 1.5-year-old, 70lb male Poodle mix who was recently returned to us. His previous family loved him immensely but with a small child around and the financial risk that comes with a dog who thinks socks and mystery objects are tapas, they knew he needed a different type of home where he isn't constantly having to be locked up when they can't watch him. Max moves through the dog world like a perfectly balanced extrovert: friendly enough to mingle, but not so desperate that he’s recreating a frat party in the dog park. He’s not the “let me body-slam you with enthusiasm” type, nor the brooding loner giving off mysterious wolf-energy in the corner. He’s just… normal. Social. Polite. Capable of having friends without turning every interaction into WrestleMania. As for cats? Unknown. Kids? Max has been living with a 2-year-old, and honestly, he deserves an honorary medal. He’s incredibly patient, shockingly gentle, and has developed the elite skill of removing himself from situations before tiny hands push him past his “I’ve had enough juice-box energy for today” limit. He’ll calmly walk away like, “I love you, small human, but I also love personal boundaries,” which honestly makes him more emotionally mature than half the adults you know. And new people? Oh, Max is a star. He meets strangers like they’re all potential best friends, but with admirable decorum. No unsolicited airborne greetings, no full-body enthusiasm slams—unless, of course, you’re Mom or Dad. Then all bets are off. Max runs at about a 7 on the Energy Scale, which means he’s always ready for action… right up until he isn’t. One minute he’s zooming around like he’s auditioning for a dog-version of Fast & Furious, and the next he’s melted into the couch like warm butter. Balance. Car rides? He treats them like his own personal variety show. First act: dramatic window-hanging with ears flapping in the breeze. Second act: flopping onto the seat with the emotional weight of a Victorian heroine fainting on a chaise. As far as adventure preferences, Max is a firm believer in work-hard, nap-hard culture. He’s down for a stroll, a car ride, an outing, or whatever errands you’ve got planned — he loves being included. But he will also happily become a couch crevice, melting into your side like warm bread dough the moment you sit down. He enjoys both lifestyles equally, as long as he gets to be near his humans… and, ideally, near food. Temperament-wise, Max is the quintessential giant, lovable goofball who has no concept of his own size. He has sudden bursts of frantic energy when he’s been stuck inside too long, giving you your daily cardio whether you asked for it or not. And yes, he will absolutely lick your entire face at any given moment with zero hesitation. Affection is his love language, and subtlety is not. Favorite hobbies? Crushing tennis balls like stress toys. Cleaning the kitchen floor like a furry Roomba with a snack addiction. Requesting tribute whenever you eat something. Max basically believes the world is a buffet and he is the honored guest. Housing-wise, this boy would thrive with a secure, roomy yard where he can stretch his long legs, unleash his zoomies, and have fun. Max is proudly, confidently, potty trained. He also has a fairly civilized relationship with the kennel. He’ll stroll in like a gentleman about 95% of the time — that remaining 5% depends entirely on whether he has decided he suddenly has Important Business Elsewhere. Chewing? Oh, Max has opinions. Clothes? Nah. Furniture? Pass. Plastic and rubber? Absolutely, yes, hand it over immediately. He treats every water bottle, container, and stray piece of packaging like it’s a Michelin-star appetizer. He’s not destructive in a “ruin your house” way — more in a “consume the modern world one plastic artifact at a time” way. Barking? Max has a big-boy bark, but he doesn’t use it often. He’ll chime in if another dog starts carrying on, like that neighbor who can’t resist opening the blinds when they hear sirens. He’ll also politely announce when he’d like to exit the kennel or reenter the house because he believes communication is important in a healthy relationship. Sleeping arrangements? Max will happily occupy as much of your bed as physics allows. He does not care that he is large. He does not care that you are also there. So here’s the deal: Max is basically the full package — tall, fluffy, handsome, emotionally available, loves kids, plays nice with dogs, doesn’t judge your life choices, and will absolutely clean the kitchen floor like a living Roomba with feelings. Sure, he has a slight addiction to plastic and thinks anything vaguely chewable is a snack, but hey — perfection is boring. At least with Max, you’ll never forget to take the trash out again. He’s sweet. He’s cuddly. He stares at you like you personally wrote the soundtrack of his life. He will flop into your lap like a weighted blanket that occasionally tries to steal your sandwich. He’s gentle, affectionate, goofy, and loves his people with big, earnest, golden-retriever energy… wrapped inside a doodle body that thinks rubber is a food group. If you want a dog who will adore you with his whole heart… If you want a dog who will snuggle into you like gravity personally requested it… If you want a dog who will make you laugh daily and keep you on your toes… Then Max is your boy. So don’t overthink it. Don’t talk yourself out of it. Don’t wait until someone else swipes this gem of a dog 📍 Pickup Location: Rogers, AR 📝 Fill out an adoption application here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Once you apply, we’ll send your info to his foster family — the people who currently witness his daily shenanigans and will confirm that yes, he is as lovable and ridiculous as advertised. Now go on… make the best decision of your week. Adopt Max.