Australian Shepherd puppies and dogs in Tulsa, Oklahoma

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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.

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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.

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! 💖

Aurora is a 7 month old Australian Shepard mix. She has been with our family around other dogs, cats, and kids of all ages since birth. She is very well behaved and house broken. She is up to date on vaccines and wont’t need any more until age 1 year. She gets wormer and flea and tick prevention every month. We are rehoming her because she is picked on by some of our other dogs. She needs a home where she can be safe. She is a very intelligent, gentle, fun dog. She has been easy to train and will make an excellent family dog.

Meet Richard Dawson. Named after a Hollywood heartthrob, built like a walking serotonin dispenser, and fully convinced the world exists solely to love him back. If you’ve ever wondered what would happen if you combined a charming 1960s game-show host, a golden retriever’s optimism, and a puppy who wakes up every day genuinely thrilled to exist — congratulations, you’ve just met him. Richard is sweet, happy, and operating under the firm belief that the world is mostly made of friends he simply hasn’t greeted yet. He’s the kind of pup who smiles with his whole body. Richard is a 5-month-old, 30ish pound male Border Collie mix with a rescue origin story that includes grit, survival, and narrowly avoiding becoming a snow-covered popsicle. Richard and his siblings were left to fend for themselves — outdoors, on their own, doing their best impression of rugged survivalists despite being… babies. Thankfully, a kind samaritan stepped in and kept them safe as long as they could. Still, they were living outside, and Mother Nature was fully preparing to drop her Arctic weather special complete with bitter cold and a whole lot of snow. Thanks to some amazing foster families, we were able to scoop him and his brothers up right before Mother Nature did her thing. Despite his rough start, Richard is shockingly sweet, happy, and still deeply convinced that people are wonderful and life is good. Richard likes other dogs.He gravitates toward the old souls. The mentors. The dogs who understand naps, boundaries, and minding their business. So yes, he’s young. As for people — Richard is shy at first, because he is a gentleman and not a golden retriever who throws himself at strangers for validation. He likes to observe. Assess. Decide if you are worthy. Once you pass the vibe check, though, he’s all in. As for kids, he hasn’t been around little ones, but given his overall vibe, he’d probably be fine — especially if the kids are the type who understand that not every dog wants to be grabbed like a stuffed animal at Target. Cats? Richard Dawson has not yet participated in a formal Feline Evaluation Program. At this time, cats exist purely as a concept to him — like taxes or parallel parking. Richard Dawson runs on a 5/10 energy setting. He’s active enough to have fun, chill enough to respect a nap schedule, and absolutely not interested in being a nonstop adrenaline machine. Adventure dog or homebody? Richard is adaptable. He can go places. He can stay home. He can supervise errands or supervise naps. His main requirement is snacks and moral support. Location is negotiable. Temperament-wise, Richard is sweet, happy, and gentle — with a shy, sensitive side that needs a moment to warm up. Once he decides you’re safe, though? Congrats. You’ve been promoted to Trusted Human. Benefits include loyalty, affection, and him quietly choosing you as his emotional support person. Water play? Absolutely not. He would like to be excluded from that storyline entirely. Toys? Yes. Toys are sacred. Toys are life. Housing-wise, Richard Dawson is very flexible and shockingly non-judgmental about square footage. Apartment? Sure. House? Great. Fenced yard? Love that for him. No fence but committed leash walks? Acceptable, as long as you mean it and aren’t lying to yourself. Richard Dawson is politely potty-training, which means he’s doing his best but still needs a solid schedule and a human who understands that “just vibes” is not an acceptable bathroom plan. He is kennel-trained and totally fine about it. Chewing? Shockingly innocent. He is not destroying shoes, furniture, or your will to live. Barking? He’s a casual commentator. Mostly quiet, but will absolutely join in if the rest of the dogs start a group discussion about nothing. Overall, Richard is a sweet, sensitive pup who started off shy, warmed up beautifully, and continues to improve with routine and structure. So here’s the deal — if you’re looking for a sweet, sensitive, ridiculously charming heartthrob who just needs a little structure and a lot of love, Richard Dawson is ready for his happily-ever-after. BUT. You cannot simply declare that you want him. This is not a drive-by adoption situation. You must fill out an actual adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send it to his foster family — because yes, paperwork exists and yes, it matters, even when the puppy is extremely handsome. If approved, you will then need to pick him up in Hutchinson, KS. Richard does not ship. He does not teleport. He does not come with free delivery. This is part of the commitment, and frankly, he’s worth the trip.

Hi. I’m James Dean. Yes, that James Dean energy… just significantly fluffier and with way fewer bad decisions. I’d like to formally clear my name of any rumors suggesting I’m a wild rebel without a cause. I am, in fact, a rebel with a nap schedule. I’m calm, docile, and overall very go-with-the-flow. I love to play, but I don’t need to run your household or scale the furniture like a caffeinated raccoon. I’m easygoing, sweet, and genuinely just happy to be here. I’m the kind of guy who enjoys company, appreciates a good routine, and believes life is best when it includes snacks, soft places to lie down, and people who think I’m perfect (because I am). I’m a 4–5 month old, ~36-lb male Border Collie mix, which means I was genetically engineered to be fluffy, thoughtful, and quietly judging your life choices from a comfortable distance. I’m calm, docile, and very much an easygoing guy… until playtime happens and I briefly remember I am, in fact, a puppy. Then it’s a little bounce, a little zoom, a little “wow I love being alive,” followed by an immediate return to chill mode. Before all this luxury foster life business, my siblings and I were abandoned and left to fend for ourselves. Not ideal. A very kind Good Samaritan made sure we were fed and safe as best they could, but we were still living outside—and let me tell you, outdoor living hits different when Arctic weather and aggressively cold snow show up uninvited. Thankfully, rescue swooped in just in time, and now I’m warm, safe, and fully committed to never seeing winter from the outside again. I love other dogs. Love them. Adore them. Think they are the absolute best invention since treats. If there is another dog in the vicinity, I will happily engage in professional-grade playtime that includes wrestling, zooming, and the occasional dramatic flop for effect. I have not met a cat. That said, I’m a pretty calm, easygoing guy with excellent vibes and zero interest in unnecessary drama. I have not been around kids yet. What I can tell you is that I’m calm, gentle, and generally operate on “easygoing old soul” settings—so with proper introductions and supervision (because, again, puppy), I’d likely approach the situation with curiosity and polite confusion rather than chaos. On the official Energy Level Scale, I clock in at a very respectable 5. This means I enjoy playing, exploring, and having moments where I remember I am a puppy with legs that go fast… but I am not interested in turning your house into a 24/7 obstacle course. I do a little fun, a little frolic, and then I sit down like a gentleman. I would like to go on record as equal parts adventure-seeker and professional homebody. I enjoy adventures in reasonable doses, followed immediately by being inside. Warm. Safe. Preferably on furniture. In fact, I was the first among my siblings to locate the couch, recognize its importance, and claim it as a key resource. A natural leader, really. So I’ll happily join you for some playtime or exploring, but my heart belongs to indoor living, soft surfaces, and strategic couch naps. I like balance. I like comfort. My overall temperament? Calm. Docile. Surprisingly well-adjusted for someone my age. Don’t get me wrong—I am still pure puppy. I love to play, I enjoy a good romp, and I will absolutely entertain you just by existing because apparently I’m “funny to watch” and “so cute it hurts” (your words, not mine, but I’ll accept them). Water? I have not officially tested my feelings about pools, sprinklers, hoses, or any other suspicious wet situations. HOWEVER—I would like it noted for the record that I loved the snow. Now, let’s talk real estate. While I could theoretically adapt to many living situations, my ideal setup includes a yard. Yard playtime is my jam. I like being outside on my own terms, supervising the perimeter, casually existing near other dogs, and then wandering back inside when I’ve had enough fresh air. I don’t need constant human micromanagement, but I do appreciate having space to stretch my legs and enjoy some peaceful outdoor time. I am a puppy. A very good one. A calm one. A charming one. But still—a puppy. Which means my future family will need to come prepared to do some very normal, very responsible human things such as: potty training, puppy-proofing, socializing, and training me to become the excellent adult dog I am clearly destined to be. I need positive experiences with people, dogs, sounds, places, and everyday life things so I can grow into the confident, well-adjusted adult I am clearly destined to become. Clear expectations, gentle structure, and consistency will help me shine. I’m not here to run your household—I just need you to explain how it works. And now, the grand finale, brought to you by me—James Dean, professional heart-stealer and extremely reasonable puppy. I’m affectionate, laid back, funny without trying, and honestly just a very easy puppy to love. All I’m asking is that you fall in love (this part will happen automatically), fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app (this part requires effort), and then we’ll send it along to my foster family so they can confirm that yes, I am exactly as charming as advertised. Once approved, you will need to pick me up in OKC. I will not be shipping myself. I will not be Ubering. I will, however, be waiting patiently So go ahead. Apply. I promise to be worth the drive, the paperwork, and the lifelong commitment.

Hi. I’m Regina George. Yes, that Regina George. Except instead of ruling North Shore High, I currently rule the backyard, the toy basket, and your personal space. You’re welcome. I’m a happy-go-lucky girl with the emotional range of a golden retriever and the confidence of someone who absolutely knows she looks good in every light. Sunlight? Glowing. Kitchen lighting? Ethereal. Mud? Fashion statement. I’m an 9-week-old, 11lb female Border Collie mix who was part of an “unexpected litter.” Don’t worry, though — my mama is getting spayed. My siblings and I suddenly needed somewhere safe to go, and now here I am. Tiny. Fluffy. Slightly dramatic. Entirely adorable. Long story short, guys, if you want a puppy who stares into your soul while calculating how to outsmart gravity? That’s me. If you want a puppy who is sweet, playful, and already showing signs of being eager to please? Also me. If you want a puppy who will need you to actually engage your brain, I have one too? Definitely me. So yes, I may have started as an “unexpected” surprise… But I fully intend to be the best decision you ever make. Other dogs? Let's just say I don't just get along with them, I elevate the entire social atmosphere. I love other dogs. Big, small, fluffy, awkward — I assume everyone is my friend until proven otherwise. I come in confident, playful, and ready to mingle. No wallflower energy here. If someone is shy, I gently encourage them. If someone is playful, buckle up. If someone is grumpy… well, I will probably try once more just to be sure. Now let’s be honest. I am probably not for a grumpy old dog who believes fun was outlawed in 2009. If your resident dog prefers quiet reflection, herbal tea, and judging the youth from across the room… I may be a lot. I respect my elders, but I also believe in cardio and enthusiasm. I am eight weeks old. My hobbies include bouncing, initiating games, and assuming everyone wants to participate. Cats? Excellent question. The answer is… we have no idea. If you have a confident, dog-savvy cat who isn’t offended by enthusiasm, we could probably negotiate. If your cat prefers a quiet, statue-like existence? We would need to take things slowly and respectfully. Kids? Oh absolutely. I am being fostered with a 16 year old and I love to play, and kids who want an enthusiastic, zoom-ready companion are my kind of people. I match energy. If they’re laughing, I’m bouncing. If they’re running, I’m herding— I mean, accompanying. Very supportively. Now, let’s remember I am eight weeks old. I am small, wiggly, and occasionally forget that teeth are sharp. So supervision is key because I’m still learning manners and appropriate excitement levels. I’m not wild — I’m just new. Energy level? An 8. I wake up ready. Ready to play. Ready to learn. Ready to investigate why that shadow moved. I’ve got that happy, busy, Border Collie mix brain that likes to do things. Sitting around staring at walls is not my brand. But let’s be clear — I’m not unhinged. I’m not bouncing off drywall. I just have enthusiasm. Structured play? Yes. Training sessions? Love them. Backyard zoomies? Obviously. Snuggles after I’ve properly exercised my brain and body? Absolutely. Adventure-seeker or homebody? I would absolutely thrive on outings. New smells? New places? New people to charm? Sign me up. I have a curious little brain and I’d love to see what the world has to offer (with proper training and guidance, obviously — I’m not freelancing). But I’m also perfectly content turning your backyard into my personal enrichment center. Toss a toy, set up a little training session, let me zoom in circles like a tiny athlete — I don’t need a passport to be fulfilled. I just need engagement. I’m not a couch ornament. I’m also not demanding skydiving every weekend. I’m that sweet spot in the middle — active, curious, and happiest when I get to do life with you. Overall temperament? Picture a tiny motivational speaker with paws. I am happy-go-lucky in the most unapologetic way. I wake up assuming today will be amazing. I assume you are amazing. I assume the toy basket is amazing. I assume the wind is amazing. It’s a gift, really. I am powered by curiosity, playtime, and the deep belief that every moment is an opportunity to do something fun. But here’s the important part: that energy is paired with sweetness. I’m affectionate. I’m people-oriented. I genuinely like being near my humans. I’m not just busy — I’m engaged. I want to interact, learn, connect. Best living situation? Let’s not overcomplicate this. Secure. Fenced. Yard. I am an 8-week-old Border Collie mix with an energy level of “let’s do something productive.” A securely fenced yard gives me space to zoom, train, play, and burn off that brilliant little brain power safely. Could I technically live somewhere without a fence? Maybe. With a very committed, very active, very consistent human who understands that leash walks alone are not the same as structured play and mental stimulation. Now let’s be very clear about something: I am a baby. A fluffy, intelligent, rapidly learning baby. Which means my future family needs to be prepared. Potty training? I’m capable. I just need consistency. A schedule. Puppy-proofing? That’s on you. I explore with my mouth because I don’t have hands and Google isn’t accessible to me yet. Socialization? Crucial. I need to see the world in positive, structured ways. New people, new environments, new experiences — all introduced thoughtfully so I grow into a confident, well-rounded adult. That investment happens early. Training? Oh please, I’m a Border Collie mix. I want to learn. Use my brain. Teach me things. Challenge me. If you put in the effort, I will absolutely show off later and make you look good. But potential only turns into greatness if my family is ready to step up. If you’re excited about raising a smart, joyful, energetic girl into an amazing adult dog? We’re going to thrive. And now, the part where I gently remind you that your life could be significantly improved by adding me to it. I am sweet. I am playful. I am smart. I am the perfect blend of “let’s go do something fun” and “okay now let’s snuggle like we pay bills together.” If you are feeling emotionally moved (as you should be) about adopting me, here’s how this works: You don’t just message “is she available?” and hope I magically appear in your living room. No. You fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app. A real one. With effort. With intention. With the understanding that my foster family will be reviewing. Once approved, you will need to pick me up in Hutchinson, Kansas. I am not being shipped. I am not hopping on a Greyhound. I will be waiting in Hutchinson like the prize-winning, four-legged treasure I am. So go ahead. Submit the app. Clear your schedule. Gas up the car. I’ll be here — being adorable, being brilliant, and waiting for my forever humans to make the best decision of their lives. “Get in, loser. We’re going shopping.” — Regina George 💅🐾