Size
(when grown) Large 61-100 lbs (28-45 kg)
Details
Good with kids,
Good with dogs,
House-trained,
Spayed or Neutered,
Shots are up-to-date,
Story
Introducing Sherlock Holmes—because apparently someone ordered a giant teddy bear, selected the toasted-marshmallow color package, added a pair of dark velvet ears, and then gave him the kind of soulful eyes that make you apologize even when you have done absolutely nothing wrong. Sherlock is a 2-year-old, 83-pound male Great Pyrenees, possibly mixed with Anatolian Shepherd. Yes, we see the beautiful brown-and-white patches. Yes, we see the white stripe down his face and the dramatic eye makeup that most of us could not recreate with professional assistance and a very forgiving mirror. He looks like someone crossed a cozy autumn afternoon with a stuffed animal that won first prize at the fair. We wish we could give you his exact list of breeds, but he arrived without an ancestry report, and “sir, who were your parents?” has yielded absolutely nothing except a handsome face and the expectation that we should probably pet him. So, Great Pyrenees with a possible helping of Anatolian Shepherd is our best guess. What we know for certain is that underneath all that handsome packaging is a happy, affectionate, wonderfully goofy boy who loves people, loves to play, and would very much like to be included in whatever his family is doing. He is essentially a family-sized s’more with feelings—and he is hoping your family has room for one more.
👉 Apply to adopt:
https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app
📍 Yukon, OK — approved adopters must pick me up in person. No transports
Sherlock has the heart of a marshmallow, the enthusiasm of a kid being told school is canceled, and a slightly optimistic understanding of how much room 82 pounds of dog requires. He is essentially a family-sized helping of sweetness with legs. Someone named him after one of the world’s greatest detectives, but his true calling appears to be making friends, enjoying life, and occasionally investigating whether the dishwasher has permission to make that noise. His résumé may lack solved mysteries, but his qualifications for being somebody’s beloved goober are excellent. Sherlock’s story almost ended before he had the chance to show anyone that side of himself. He was found as a stray and brought to a shelter, where nobody came to reclaim him. When the shelter ran out of space, he ended up on death row. There was no family arriving at the last minute, no familiar voice calling his name—just a good dog whose time was running out because there was nowhere for him to go. Thankfully, he got another chance. Now he is in a foster home, enjoying the ordinary things every dog should get to have: companionship, playtime, a safe place to sleep, and people who know he matters. We would love for his next chapter to come with a family who makes all of that permanent.
Sherlock has been spending his canine social time with his friend John Watson, and he absolutely loves him. Together, they enjoy wrestling, running around the backyard, and conducting the sort of very serious detective work that mostly involves chasing each other in circles. One assumes they are gathering evidence. So far, the evidence suggests that having a friend is wonderful and the yard should probably be run across again, just to be thorough. Watching Sherlock enjoy himself with Watson gives you a lovely picture of the playful, happy dog he is. A compatible large dog who enjoys a similar style of play would be a wonderful companion in his forever home—someone to share adventures, trade wrestling moves, and help investigate whether there is anything interesting happening at the other end of the lawn. Cats are currently an unanswered question. Sherlock has not been tested with them, so his feline compatibility remains unknown. We realize those eyes look like they belong to a dog who should be sharing a blanket with a kitten in a greeting-card display, but we do need actual information before writing that particular love story. Sherlock has been around children ages four and six and does well with them. He likes to run up and invite them to play, because apparently small humans look like excellent candidates for the entertainment committee. If they are not interested, he typically leaves them alone, which is a sweet and useful quality in a dog who has enough enthusiasm to organize an entire recess. He enjoys their company and wants to join the fun; he simply does not always remember that he is arriving in the body of a small horse. His heart is gentle, but his understanding of his dimensions occasionally resembles someone trying to park a moving truck using instructions intended for a bicycle. Excited greetings could accidentally knock a little one over, so supervision and continued guidance are important. When meeting new people, Sherlock starts with a bark while he figures out who has arrived. Once he knows they are safe, his friendly, playful side comes through, and he is happy to make their acquaintance. He goes from announcing a visitor to enthusiastically welcoming one, often at a distance best described as “closer than you anticipated.” He loves people and attention, and once comfortable, he is eager to participate in the friendship. Personal space is still a developing subject, but the motivation underneath it is wonderfully simple: he likes you, you are here, and that seems like an excellent reason to spend time together.
Sherlock comes in at a 7 out of 10 on the energy scale. Think oversized teddy bear with a healthy appreciation for recess. He loves to play, explore, wrestle with Watson, and see what the day has to offer. An active family who enjoys the outdoors would be a great match for him. He would love people who are excited to take him on walks, explore new places, and give him regular opportunities to stretch those legs. His idea of a good day includes having things to do and someone to do them with. You do not need to summit a mountain before breakfast, but Sherlock would appreciate an itinerary that occasionally extends beyond watching other people hike on television. He enjoys toys and is happy to have approved outlets for his playful side. Fetch, however, has not inspired him. Apparently he reviewed the game and felt there were some unresolved questions about why the human keeps throwing away a perfectly good toy. He is delighted to play; he just has his own ideas about the format. His interest in water is still unknown, so we cannot yet tell you whether he will become a splash enthusiast or prefer to supervise aquatic events from a conveniently dry location. Sherlock can get into the car himself. Remembering that he is supposed to get into the car is where the plot develops. Sometimes he steps outside and his original thought immediately floats away like a balloon at a birthday party. You are standing beside an open door, holding the leash, presenting an entire automobile. Sherlock is busy noticing that the outdoors has smells in it. For someone named after a world-famous detective, he can overlook a fairly substantial clue. “Come on, buddy, we’re going for a ride.” Wonderful news. Has anyone looked into this grass, though? Eventually, once he remembers the plan and decides he is ready, he climbs in—like a very sweet husband who said he was ready to leave twenty minutes ago and has somehow started a project in the garage. Sherlock enjoys walks and walks well overall, although sometimes his excitement gets ahead of his manners and he pulls. In his defense, he is named Sherlock Holmes, and you keep trying to walk him past active crime scenes. That bush has been visited. That mailbox knows something. Someone named Biscuit was here at approximately 7:42 this morning, and his story is full of holes. Sherlock cannot simply stroll past this information wearing a little harness and pretending everything is fine. His leash manners are still developing, but his enthusiasm for a shared adventure is downright precious.
Sherlock has shown no food or resource guarding in his foster home, and no particular fears have been reported. His overall temperament is happy, goofy, affectionate, and playful, with that familiar independent streak that reminds us he did, in fact, read the Great Pyrenees portion of his paperwork. He enjoys his people and wants their attention, while occasionally reserving the right to consider a request before acting on it. There is a mind of his own tucked behind those beautiful eyes, along with an impressive amount of sweetness. Sherlock is also a vocal boy who occasionally feels called to sing the song of his people. Somewhere, generations of Great Pyrenees stood on hillsides announcing important developments, and he would hate to disrespect his elders by allowing a suspicious noise to go entirely unmentioned. A neighborhood dog barks? Sherlock offers a reply. He may not know the topic, but apparently his ancestors did not raise him to leave someone on read. Household noises can earn an announcement too, especially when his people are not nearby. The dishwasher at night is particularly deserving of commentary. Everyone else is comfortable sleeping through the sound of silverware being rearranged by an unseen force, but Sherlock has some follow-up questions. When his people are together in the living room, he is much less inclined to bark at noises, and he can enjoy long stretches of quiet outdoor play when the neighborhood dogs are quiet too. His musical career is very much influenced by the company. Sometimes he is simply a happy boy enjoying his afternoon; sometimes the dog three houses over hits the opening note, and Sherlock remembers he comes from a proud tradition. A securely fenced yard is required for Sherlock. He loves room to run, explore, and enjoy a good romp with a compatible big dog. There is a particular kind of happiness that occurs when a large, fluffy dog realizes he has both a friend and enough lawn to make questionable athletic decisions, and Sherlock would like regular access to that experience. He has not shown escape-artist tendencies. His outdoor ambitions currently center on playing, exploring, and seeing whether Watson would like to wrestle again despite having wrestled approximately eleven seconds ago. A secure yard gives all that joy somewhere safe to unfold, preferably at a distance from the coffee table. Inside the house, Sherlock has some genuinely lovely habits. He is potty and kennel trained, and does relatively well inside the house.
Sherlock’s ideal home includes active people, a securely fenced yard, and another compatible large dog who enjoys running and wrestling. He would love a family whose idea of quality time includes getting outside together, playing, exploring, and making ordinary days feel like something worth getting excited about. Children can be part of his world with supervision around his enthusiastic greetings; he has plenty of affection to share and occasionally distributes it in bulk. Overall, he is a young dog with a few things to learn, a wonderfully happy outlook, and an impressive amount of sweetness available for immediate use. His next great discovery could be a family who looks at him and thinks, “There you are. We’ve been missing you.”
To apply for Sherlock, complete the adoption application here:
https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app
Yes, the full application. “Interested!” gives us a promising opening sentence, but even Sherlock needs a few more clues. Once submitted, we can send it to his foster family to see whether you could be the right match for their sweet, oversized investigator. The form takes a little time. So does standing in the pet aisle deciding which toy your dog would like, and we suspect you are about to become exceptionally qualified at that. Approved adopters must pick him up in person; we do not offer transport.
