Size
(when grown) Med. 26-60 lbs (12-27 kg)
Details
Good with kids,
Good with dogs,
House-trained,
Spayed or Neutered,
Shots are up-to-date,
Story
Oh good. You found me. I was beginning to think my undeniable charm was simply too overwhelming for the algorithm. I’ve got that soft, loving heart wrapped up in a fluffy body that was clearly designed for dramatic entrances and slow-motion hair flips. I will look at you like you hung the moon. I will follow you like you’re the most interesting documentary ever made. I will absolutely convince you that whatever you’re eating should be shared for scientific reasons. So if you’ve been waiting for a loyal shadow with a soft heart, a happy tail, and a face that says, “I would absolutely choose you every single day,” congratulations. You found him.
Well… this isn’t exactly how I planned my sequel, but here we are. I’m a 7.5-year-old, 47-pound male Aussie mix with life experience, emotional depth, and the kind of loyalty you can’t fake. I was adopted back in 2019, and I thought that was my forever. But sometimes life throws plot twists no one sees coming. My family’s living circumstances changed, and even though they loved me, they couldn’t keep me. So now I’m back. I am a refined gentleman in my prime. I know how to live in a home. I understand routines. I appreciate a comfy spot to nap. At 47 pounds, I’m the perfect medium. Big enough to feel substantial. Small enough to fit on the couch next to you (or on you, if we’re being honest). What I’m looking for now is stability. A home that understands that when you bring a dog into your life, you’re making a commitment — not just until it’s convenient, but for the long haul. I’ve already done the “return to sender” thing once. I’d really like my next address to be permanent. If you want a sweet, loving, steady-hearted guy who has already proven he can be someone’s best friend for years, I’m right here.
Oh yes. Let’s discuss my community involvement. I’ve been around middle-sized to larger dogs, and I did very well, thank you for asking. In fact, I even made a friend. Because I am social. I am charming. I am approachable. Basically the mayor of the medium-to-large dog committee. When groups of dogs start getting rowdy — you know, full WWE backyard wrestling match energy — I may step in as the self-appointed Fun Police. 🚨 Not aggressively. Not dramatically. Just a firm, responsible, “Alright, that’s enough, Chad” bark from the sidelines. I see chaos. I restore order. I keep things civil. You’re welcome. Basically, I’m social… with boundaries. Mature. Seasoned. A little opinionated. Like any distinguished 7.5-year-old gentleman should be. Ah yes. Cats. Let’s just say… we do not share the same vision for coexistence. I have met cats. I have evaluated cats. I have formed professional opinions about cats. And my official statement is: this partnership is not aligned with my personal goals. It’s nothing personal. I’m sure they’re fine. Mysterious. Aloof. Judgy. Very into knocking things off counters for sport. I simply… have strong opinions about their existence in my immediate vicinity. So for everyone’s peace — yours, mine, and especially Mr. Whiskers’ — I need a cat-free home. No “he’ll get used to it.” No “but this cat is different.” I am 7.5 years old. I know what I like. I know what I don’t. I’m sweet. I’m loving. I’m mature. I’m not asking for much. Just no tiny, unpredictable house tigers. 🐾 Children. Yes. I have experience with the small humans. In my previous home, there were grade-school-aged kids, and I handled it like the seasoned professional I am. I do not jump up and body-check them like a rookie. I take treats gently — like a gentleman at a tea party. Very mindful. Very demure. I also enjoy a solid game of fetch. I will retrieve the ball. I will bring it back. I may also make you chase me for it because cardio is important and I care about your health. You’re welcome. That said, let’s discuss leash logistics. I am 47 pounds of Aussie mix enthusiasm. When I decide we’re moving with purpose, we are moving with purpose. So while I adore kids, I would not recommend handing my leash to a smaller child and saying, “You’ve got this.” Let’s set everyone up for success, shall we? Older kids who understand that I’m a real dog with real muscles? Perfect. Fetch partner? Excellent.
Energy level? I’d confidently rate myself a 7 out of 10. I love a good game of fetch. I enjoy walks. I’m down for adventures. If you say, “Let’s go do something,” I will absolutely rise to the occasion like the athletic gentleman I am. But after? Oh, after I will happily clock out and become a professional couch companion. I recharge. I relax. I supervise your snack choices. I don’t need a marathon every day, but I also shouldn’t be paired with someone whose idea of exercise is aggressively scrolling on the couch. Let’s meet in the middle. You move your body. I move mine. Then we both nap like champions. Adventure-seeker or homebody? When we’re out on a walk or somewhere new, I am basically a furry investigative journalist. Nose down. Ears up. Gathering intel. I need to know who walked here, when they walked here, what they had for breakfast, and why they made certain life choices. That said, once my curiosity quota has been met and I’ve completed my neighborhood surveillance, I am fully prepared to clock out and return to my couch-based responsibilities. So I’m an adventure-seeker with boundaries. Take me somewhere new? I’m in. Ready to go home and relax after? Also in. Overall temperament? Very sweet and loving. But truly — I am not complicated. I’m affectionate without being overwhelming. I bond deeply. I like my people. I want to be near you, not because I’m clingy (okay, maybe a tasteful amount of clingy), but because I genuinely enjoy your company. Basically, I’m the kind of dog people say they want. Now I just need the people who actually mean it. 🐾
Living situation preferences? Oh good, we’re talking real estate. Look, could I technically live without a fenced yard? Sure. I’m adaptable. I’m mature. I’ve seen things. But would I thrive with a securely fenced yard? Absolutely. I’m a 7-out-of-10 energy gentleman who enjoys stretching his legs, trotting with purpose, and occasionally pretending I’m still in my athletic prime. Having a safe space to run, sniff, and release my playful side without being tethered to you like a furry kite? Ideal. If you don’t have a yard but you do have a solid plan — like regular adventures and a good dog park where I can run and make responsible social choices — we can talk. I’m reasonable. What I’m not signing up for is “we’ll just see what happens” energy. I need outlets. I need movement. I need enrichment. Then I will happily come inside and transform into a loving, couch-adjacent companion. Commands I know? Oh, I’m educated. I respond to sit, because I am a gentleman. I know back, because sometimes personal space is important (for you… not necessarily for me). And I understand leave it, which proves I possess both impulse control and emotional growth. I pick things up quickly. I just appreciate leadership that makes sense and rewards that feel fair. Snacks help. Praise helps. Mutual respect helps. Potty trained? Yes. I am a civilized adult. I can comfortably hold it for about six hours inside. After that, we are entering what I like to call the “let’s make responsible choices” window. I will whine to let you know I need to go out because I believe in communication. So if you work a standard day away from home with no midday break plan? Let’s maybe rethink that. I’m house-trained, not a camel. Now, about the kennel situation. At night? I do well. I sleep. I mind my business. I accept the arrangement. During the day? That’s where things get… interesting. If properly secured, sure. But if you underestimate my intelligence and give me a flimsy setup? I may treat it as a puzzle. And I do enjoy solving puzzles. I’m very smart. You’ve been warned. Give me structure. Give me reasonable expectations. Give me a secure setup if needed. In return, I’ll give you communication, reliability, and a little light Houdini energy if you get cocky about your crate choice. Do I chew on things I shouldn’t? No. I am 7.5 years old. I have maturity. I have standards. I have evolved. Do I bark? Yes. I have vocal cords. I use them responsibly. If I hear someone at the door? Absolutely I bark. That is literally part of my job description as a 47-pound Aussie mix with ears that work. I will alert. I will notify. I will ensure no one enters this home unnoticed. I am not a nonstop background noise machine. I’m not narrating the weather. But I do believe in situational awareness and clear communication.
Alright. Here’s my official closing statement. If you’ve made it this far, congratulations. You clearly have excellent taste. Now — here’s where you come in. If you are sitting there thinking, “Wow. Flash sounds perfect,” then go ahead and do the adult thing and fill out the adoption application. Because that’s how I get introduced to my next chapter. Your application goes to my foster family, they review it, and then magic happens. This is not a “message us ‘interested’ and hope for the best” situation. This is a “put in the effort if you want the very good boy” situation. And when you are approved? You will come pick me up in OKC, OK. Not “can you meet me halfway.” Oklahoma City. I’ll be waiting.
Fill out the app at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app
Come to OKC.
Bring snacks.
Let’s make this my actual forever this time. 🐾
