Size
(when grown) Med. 26-60 lbs (12-27 kg)
Details
Good with kids,
Good with dogs,
House-trained,
Story
Toji here, aka your future daily dose of serotonin with paws. If I were a drink, I wouldn’t be one of those dramatic, complicated, five-syrup, oat-foam-on-top situations. No ma’am. I’d be that perfect cup of coffee you didn’t know you needed. You know the kind. The first sip makes your eyes open a little wider. The warmth hits your chest. Suddenly the day feels manageable. That’s not marketing fluff, that is truly just who I am. I’ve got that “let me try my best” energy. I will look at you like you personally invented snacks. I will follow you around just in case you need emotional support while opening the fridge. I will wag my entire body when you say my name. I do not do anything halfway. If we’re loving, we’re LOVING. Oh — and you know those Pyrs who treat your commands like gentle suggestions? The ones who give you that slow blink, dramatic sigh, and internal eye roll before deciding whether you’re worthy of their cooperation? Yeah. That’s not me. I am eager to please. Like… embarrassingly eager.
I am a 13-week-old, 20lb female Aussie mix who somehow found myself briefly homeless and in need of a safe place to land. Which is honestly very rude, because have you seen me? I am clearly meant for couches and admiration. Now I’m here. Safe. Loved. And ready to find my happily ever after.
Oh, you want the tea on my social life? Excellent. I love talking about myself. I live with two Great Pyrenees. Yes. Two. Large. Fluffy. Majestic. Slightly dramatic cloud bears. And guess what? I fear nothing. I LOVE playing with them. Wrestle? Absolutely. Bitey face? Obviously. Full contact backyard Olympics? Sign me up. I go in confident and come out victorious (or mildly flattened, but still enthusiastic). But — and this is important — I’m not a heathen. When my big fluffy sisters say, “Okay small child, that is enough,” I actually listen. I pick up on their cues. They give me the look, and I’m like, “Understood, your majesty.” I disengage. I pivot. I find something else to do. Emotional intelligence? You betcha. Full disclosure: I have not yet had the honor of meeting a cat. Based on my personality? I would absolutely be curious. Like… “Oh hi what are you? Do you bounce? Do you wrestle? Are we friends now?” levels of curious. Children? I have not officially met any yet. Because I haven’t been around kids yet, any introductions would need to be supervised and sensible. I’m still a puppy. Which means I’m bouncy. I’m wiggly. I sometimes forget my body is attached to the rest of me. I would do best with humans who understand that training and structure are their responsibility, not mine. But overall? I love being where the fun is. If your household has energy, laughter, movement, and things occasionally being tossed across the yard, I will likely assume I’ve found my people.
Energy Level Scale? I’m an 8. I wake up ready to participate in life. I have bounce. I have enthusiasm. However. After I have properly expressed myself? I can settle. I can exist indoors like a civilized member of society. I can nap. I can cuddle. I am energizing, not exhausting. Adventure-seeker or homebody? I am absolutely built for backyard adventures, hikes, exploring, and generally supervising the outdoors like I personally pay property taxes.Now… about car rides. We are still in negotiations. I’m not anti-car. I’m just… evaluating. It’s loud. It moves. The world zooms past the windows in a way that feels mildly suspicious. I’m still deciding if it’s magic or a trap. But I’m young, I’m smart, and with positive experiences and patient humans, I’ll likely figure out that car rides = fun places = snacks. Overall temperament? Oh, I’m delightful. Truly. Playful? Obviously. Sweet? Painfully. I wake up every day ready to love. So in summary. Sweet. Playful. Overachieving in the “please love me” department.
Would I thrive in an apartment with three polite leash walks a day? Let’s be realistic. I need a yard. I love being outside. Not in a “sit quietly and admire nature” way. In a “CHASE MY SISTERS, INVENT A GAME, PATROL THE PERIMETER, WRESTLE UNDER THE SKY” way. I was not built to casually trot around one city block and call it enrichment. Could I technically survive without a yard if you are extremely active, consistent, and committed to giving me real exercise and mental stimulation? Probably.
But if you’re thinking, “We’ll just see how it goes,” I would like to gently suggest… no. Am I potty trained? Yes. With terms and conditions. I go outside every time… as long as my humans remember that I am 13 weeks old and not a mind reader. I am smart, playful, and embarrassingly eager to please. I am also 13 weeks old with a fully operational curiosity module and convenient access to my own teeth. So my new family needs to come prepared. Prepared to puppy proof. Prepared to socialize. Prepared to train. Not in a “we’ll just see how it goes” kind of way, but in a “we understand that raising an amazing adult dog takes actual effort” kind of way Prepared to socialize me thoughtfully and intentionally. I need positive experiences with new people, new environments, new sounds, and (when appropriate) other animals. That doesn’t mean throwing me into overwhelming situations and hoping for the best. It means guiding me, building confidence, and helping me understand that the world is a safe and exciting place. I have the temperament for it. I just need leadership. Prepare to train consistently. If you’re consistent, I will absolutely rise to the occasion. If you’re inconsistent, I will be confused — and we both know I’m not the one with the fully developed frontal lobe here.
And now for the part where I pretend to be humble. If you’ve made it this far, congratulations. You clearly have excellent taste. I promise big love, big personality, and a whole lot of loyalty. Put in the work with me, and I will grow into the kind of dog people stop you on walks to compliment. I will be your adventure buddy, your couch companion, and your professional compliment collector. Now, let’s talk logistics. If you are serious about being blessed with my presence, you will need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app My foster family will need to review your résumé to determine if you are worthy of my greatness. Once approved, you will also need to pick me up in Mustang, Oklahoma. I am not teleporting. I am not being DoorDashed. I will be waiting for you in Mustang like the prize that I am.
So go ahead. Fill out the app. Impress the humans. Clear your schedule.
I’ll be here — being adorable, being brilliant, and waiting for my forever family to get their act together.
Love and Kisses
Toji
