Size
(when grown) Med. 26-60 lbs (12-27 kg)
Details
Good with dogs,
House-trained,
Spayed or Neutered,
Shots are up-to-date,
Story
Hello. Neal here. The handsome gentleman currently taking applications for the prestigious position of My Forever Human. Please note: this is a highly sought-after role that includes benefits such as daily companionship, gentle supervision of your household activities, and the occasional soulful stare that will make you question every life choice that didn’t involve adopting me sooner. Let’s address the obvious right away. I am a calm guy. While some dogs are out there treating life like an extreme sport, I prefer to treat life like a comfortable Sunday afternoon. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not boring. I simply believe in conserving energy for the important things — like affection, snacks, and making sure you never feel alone while doing extremely important human tasks such as watching TV or opening the refrigerator.
Some dogs seem to get the long, golden road in life… and some of us get the scenic route with a few extra detours thrown in. I’ll admit it — having to pack my bags and come back to rescue for the second time in my senior years isn’t exactly the retirement plan I had in mind. A guy likes a little stability when he reaches the distinguished gentleman phase of life. The first time I came back to rescue was about two years ago. My family had a little kiddo join the household. Now listen, kids are great if you enjoy constant movement, high-energy games, and what I like to call chaotic enthusiasm. Unfortunately, I am more of a “let’s sit quietly and contemplate snacks” type of fellow. They loved all the energy and silliness, but that just wasn’t really my speed, so they made the tough decision to return me so I could find a home that better matched my vibe. Then I got adopted again, and for the past two years things have actually been pretty great. I settled in, enjoyed the good life, and thought I had finally locked down my forever retirement plan. But sometimes life throws another curveball. As the farm here has grown, more and more small critters and cats have joined the property. Chickens, cats, little scampering things… basically a buffet of creatures that my herding instincts insist are very important to monitor. Unfortunately, my definition of “monitoring” and their definition of “peaceful coexistence” are… not the same. So my owner made the difficult and loving decision to surrender me back to the rescue so I can find a home where both I and the tiny farm residents can live our best lives without ongoing negotiations about personal space. For the record, I am a 9-year-old, 59-pound male Aussie mix, which basically means I am the perfect size for companionship, couch supervision, and gentle strolls where we both pretend we’re exercising but really we’re just enjoying the fresh air. And personality-wise? I’m a pretty calm, easygoing guy. I’m not looking for a circus. I’m not looking to herd a daycare. I’m not trying to run a poultry management facility. I would simply like a peaceful home where I can enjoy the good life — some companionship, a comfy place to nap, and humans who appreciate the quiet dignity of a seasoned gentleman. I’ve done the busy household thing. I’ve done the farm management thing. At this point in life, I’m really hoping my next stop is the forever one — somewhere calm, stable, and full of the kind of love that senior dogs like me truly appreciate.
How do I get along with other dogs? I absolutely adore the big fluffy Pyrenees I live with. Those are my people. My giant, majestic, cloud-shaped colleagues. We understand each other. We share the same appreciation for personal space, quiet companionship, and occasionally supervising the household like the wise elders we are. They are, without question, my second favorite thing in the world. My first favorite thing, obviously, is my humans. Priorities. Now… there is also a small dog that lives here. And listen, I try to be very mature about this situation. Most of the time I tolerate him just fine. We coexist. We share the air. We both pretend the other one isn’t slightly annoying. But overall, I do quite well with other dogs — especially the large, calm, respectful variety who understand that life doesn’t have to be a constant WWE match. So if you have a nice big dog or two who also enjoy peaceful living and mutual respect, and the occasional playful romp, we are going to do great together! Back to the cats, I have been living with a cat for a couple of years. So on paper it sounds like we’ve been peacefully coexisting in some kind of wholesome interspecies buddy comedy but lately it has become more and more apparent that I am not meant to share a home with those judgmental little counter ninja's. How do I do with kids? My current family has mostly avoided putting me in situations with kids, which honestly I respect. Children are unpredictable little creatures who move quickly and smell faintly like crackers and sticky fingers. I have briefly met my foster’s 3-year-old niece. I walked up to her calmly like the polite gentleman I am. Everyone decided that was a perfectly good stopping point considering I was returned because kiddos were a little too much for me in my last home. So while I can behave like a civilized adult in passing, I would probably do best in a home without young children running around. At this stage in life, I’m really looking for a calm household where the loudest thing happening is someone opening a bag of snacks.
Energy Level: The official rating given for my energy level is a 7, which I feel is a little misleading without proper context. This is not a “runs marathons and parkours off the furniture” kind of seven. I’m not out here auditioning for the Olympic zoomie team. Let’s be reasonable. My version of a seven means I enjoy being active, I like going outside, I’ll happily explore the yard, go for walks, and keep myself busy doing important dog activities like supervising the property and checking on things that may or may not need checking. But I’m also 9 years old, which means I have the wisdom to balance my activity with professional-level lounging. I’m not looking for constant chaos or a household that expects me to entertain myself by running laps for six straight hours. Think of me more as “pleasantly active with strong couch appreciation.” I’ll join you for adventures. I’ll patrol the yard like the responsible Aussie gentleman I am. And then afterward, I will very happily return to my primary life passion: relaxing near my people and pretending I worked much harder than I actually did. It’s called energy efficiency, and frankly more dogs should try it. How do I handle car rides? I am an excellent travel companion. I simply hop right in like a civilized adult because I understand that vehicles lead to important destinations such as adventures, errands, and possibly snacks. Once we’re on the road? I settle into the backseat, lay down, and take a nap like the seasoned professional I am. No pacing, no screaming, no window acrobatics. Just a calm, relaxed passenger quietly enjoying the ride. Basically, if you’re going somewhere… I assume I’m invited and am ready to go. I would describe my leash skills as “pretty respectable with occasional enthusiasm.” When I first head out, I might pull a little because, you know… the outside world exists and it’s very interesting. But I redirect pretty well. According to my family, I’m way better than most dogs they’ve had on a leash, which I feel deserves recognition and possibly a small trophy. Am I an adventure-seeker or a homebody at heart? I’m perfectly happy staying home. Home is great. Home has couches. Home has pillows. Home has humans who occasionally drop snacks. It’s a very strong system. But if you happen to be going somewhere? I’m also 100% willing to accompany you. Errands, rides, yard work supervision, casual outings — I’m flexible like that. My general philosophy is: “Whatever my human is doing seems like the correct plan.” If my humans are going somewhere, I’m in. If my big dog buddies are doing something outside, I’ll go see what the meeting agenda is. If everyone settles down to watch TV… well, now we’re really speaking my language. At that point I’ll either find a nice corner where I can nap while keeping a respectful supervisory eye on things, or I’ll locate the nearest couch pillow and settle in like the distinguished gentleman I am. And just so we’re clear, I don’t simply lay next to the pillow. I like to curl up directly on top of it, like a fluffy decorative accent that also occasionally snores. How would I describe my overall temperament? I would say I’m a pretty calm, easygoing gentleman most of the time. Sure, I can get excited when I’m playing with my big dog buddies. A little friendly roughhousing, some running around, maybe a few “I am clearly the fastest one here” moments. But the important part is that I cool back down pretty quickly. I’m not one of those dogs who gets wound up and stays that way for hours.
Would I do best with a fenced yard, or could I handle apartment life? Historically speaking, I’ve lived the large yard, free-range lifestyle. You know — plenty of space, time outside with my big dog buddies, the occasional patrol of the property to ensure everything remains exactly where it should be. Very important work. So yes, a securely fenced yard is something I’m already very comfortable with. It gives me room to stretch my legs, check the perimeter, and occasionally join my dog friends for a little recreational nonsense before we all go back to lounging like respectable adults. That said, I’m not one of those dogs who requires a personal ranch to survive. I could probably do just fine in an apartment as long as my human understands that “apartment dog” still means regular walks, exercise, and time together. Because at the end of the day, my main priority isn’t the size of the yard — it’s being around my person. If I’m getting my outings, some activity, and a nice place to relax afterward, I’m a pretty adaptable guy. Do I know any commands? I know sit, lay down, speak, and shake, which I personally feel is a well-rounded skill set. Sit and lay are useful for general life management, shake is excellent for charming humans, and “speak” is reserved for moments when I feel the room could use a little more drama. Am I potty trained? I am a grown man, not a toddler. I know where the bathroom is, and I prefer to keep my living quarters clean like the dignified adult that I am. How do I do in a kennel? I’m kenneled for meals and bedtime, and overall I do just fine. Do I bark? I prefer to think of it as participating in important neighborhood communications. For example, when the coyotes start howling, I feel it is only polite to respond. It would be incredibly rude to ignore them. So yes, I will join in with a little howl of my own. Just a brief “Hello, I hear you, please stay over there.” Then there are my Pyrenees housemates, who take neighborhood security very seriously. When they bark at cars or people driving by, I occasionally join the conversation. Not because I’m overly concerned… but because teamwork is important. And when I first go outside, if the goats or cows are hanging out near the fence, I may run over and yell at them for a few seconds. This is mostly to remind them that I see them, they see me, and we should all respect each other’s boundaries. But after that quick announcement? I stop. Message delivered. Situation handled. So no, I’m not barking nonstop like a malfunctioning alarm system. I simply voice my opinions when the moment calls for it, then return to my regularly scheduled calm gentleman lifestyle. 🐾
Alright, so here’s the situation. I’m nine years old, which means I’ve officially reached the stage of life where I know who I am, what I like, and that naps are an extremely underrated hobby. I’m calm, loyal, pretty easygoing, and perfectly happy being your sidekick while you go about your daily life. Need a co-pilot for car rides? I’m in. Someone to supervise TV watching? I’m excellent at it. A loyal buddy who will happily hang out with you without turning your living room into a demolition derby? Also me. Basically, if you’re looking for a steady, devoted, good-natured companion who’s past the nonsense stage of life, I am ready to apply for the role. If you have fallen in love with me, you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so the rescue can send it over to my foster family. Yes, paperwork. I know. Very official. Very adult. But apparently they don’t just let handsome senior gentlemen like me go home with the first person who shows up with snacks. Once that’s done and everyone agrees you seem like a responsible human capable of appreciating a distinguished dog such as myself… you’ll get to come pick me up in Norman.
That’s right. I’m not shipping myself via Amazon Prime. You’ll have to come get me.
But honestly? I think I’m worth the drive.
— Neal 🐾
Calm guy.
Professional pillow enthusiast.
Currently accepting forever homes.
