Australian Shepherd puppies and dogs in Bixby, Oklahoma

Harley is a pint-sized bundle of energy and love who was living the wild country life before we found her. She’s a little shy at first—she spent a lot of her time mastering the art of “stealthy squirrel watching”—but give her a minute, and she’ll melt into your lap faster than you can say “zoomies!” She’s great with kids and other pets, and her little heart is full of loyalty for the right family. Think of her as the perfect mix of “adventure buddy” and “snuggle professional.” Bonus points if you like walks, tossing tennis balls, or just enjoying life with a slightly cautious but totally adorable shadow by your side. Harley is looking for a loving home that will help her feel safe and give her the cozy life she deserves. If you’re ready for laughs, snuggles, and a little bit of border collie sass, Harley is ready to meet you! 💖

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. 🐾

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.

Laney is our dog of ten years. She is a loving and loyal pet who loves belly rubs and naps. We had our fourth child recently and he has medical needs which has required us to be in and out of the hospital and left us with not enough time to properly care for Laney and she deserves to be with someone who can give her the life she deserves.

Blueberry is a mini Aussie who is extremely energetic and active! He is a confident boy & loves hugs. Crate trained & car trained. Thank you so much for your interest in adopting from us! We could not do this without you!! To pursue adoption of your desired pet, kindly send us the following basic info in a private email! Your name, address & phone number 3 personal references (Name and phone number only) 1 vet reference (Name & phone number only) Physical address Phone number  Current pets  Any past pets you have gotten rid of/why  Own/rent Brief description of your lifestyle, pet’s lifestyle & why you’re looking to adopt  An application fee of $35 (via cash app) to https://cash.app/$passionanimalrescue will place a 48 hour hold on your pet of choice & allow you to receive a call from the foster parent of your choice! Happy adopting!!! 🐾

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