Size
(when grown) Large 61-100 lbs (28-45 kg)
Details
Good with dogs,
House-trained,
Spayed or Neutered,
Shots are up-to-date,
Story
Hi, I’m Shadow Felix—professional personal space invader, part-time “lap dog” (no need to fact check my size, thank you), and full-time joy distributor. I’ve decided—based on absolutely no input from you—that your lap, your shoulder, and occasionally your entire existence are all mine now. I’ve made it my life’s mission to convince every human I meet that I am, in fact, a small, delicate baby who belongs draped across your lap like a weighted blanket you didn’t ask for but now can’t live without. They say I’m “a joy to be around,” which feels accurate. I’m delightful, charming, and just the right amount of clingy to make you feel like the most important person on earth. I will follow you, lean on you, sit on you, and occasionally attempt to merge souls with you. Basically, if you’ve been missing a large, affectionate shadow who thinks boundaries are more of a suggestion… I’ve been waiting for you.
I am a 2-year-old, 90-pound Bernese Mountain Dog/Poodle mix (aka a professionally fluffy, emotionally intuitive, oversized “lap dog” who did not get the memo about personal space). I ended up in rescue because my family had to move unexpectedly and couldn’t take me with them. Yeah… I was a little confused at first. One minute I had my people, the next I was trying to figure out what on earth just happened. But hey — life throws curveballs, and I’ve decided I’m not going to dwell on it. I’ve got important things to focus on now… like securing my next couch, my next human, and my rightful place as the center of someone’s universe. So here I am — fresh start, big heart, zero interest in being anything other than your extremely devoted, slightly-too-large shadow.
Other dogs? Oh, I love other dogs. Big, small, fluffy, not fluffy — if it has four legs and a face, I would like to politely (and by politely, I mean enthusiastically) introduce myself… directly to their face. I’m a big fan of the classic “hello, let me just lick your entire face like we’ve been best friends since kindergarten” approach. It’s my signature move. Some call it a lot, I call it excellent social skills. The good news? I’m not out here trying to start drama. If another dog gives me the ol’ “hey buddy, take it down a notch” growl, I actually listen. I’ll back it up, recalibrate, and then probably try again in a slightly less enthusiastic way. If your current dog is more of a “please don’t mess with me” type… or barely tolerates other dogs on a good day… I am not going to be their cup of tea. In fact, I will be their personal nightmare wrapped in fluff. What I do need is a dog sibling who matches my vibe — someone who wakes up every day ready to play, wrestle, run around, and fully embrace having a built-in best friend who will absolutely adore them (and occasionally sit on them… lovingly, of course). Basically, I’m looking for a home where my enthusiasm is appreciated, not side-eyed. Cats… ah yes, the tiny, judgmental roommates. Current situation: my foster home does not come with cats. However, my last family reported that I was good with them. That said, let’s be realistic. I am a 90-pound, very enthusiastic, “HELLO FRIEND” kind of guy. So if your cat prefers a quiet, invisible existence and would like to never be perceived… my presence may feel like a bit much. But if your cat has seen things, fears nothing, and is open to having a large, fluffy admirer who may occasionally attempt to befriend them… we could potentially make it work. Kids? I’ve only been around older teenagers, and I handled it beautifully. Very polite, very charming, very “yes, I will accept your attention and also lean my entire 90 pounds into you as a sign of affection.” Now, tiny humans? Unknown territory. And given that I am essentially a large, fluffy bowling ball with feelings, I might accidentally introduce myself with… enthusiasm. The kind that could knock over a small child who wasn’t emotionally or physically prepared. So I’d likely do best with older, sturdier humans who won’t tip over when I come in for a full-body hug or decide their lap looks available. Basically, if your household includes teenagers who want a built-in best friend and personal weighted blanket — excellent. I’m great with kids who won’t accidentally become one with the floor during a cuddle attempt.
Energy level? I’d rate myself a solid 7 out of 10. I’ve got a nice balance — I enjoy playing, going on walks, hanging out with my dog friends, and generally being involved in whatever you’re doing. But once I’ve burned off that energy? I am more than happy to clock out and transition into full-time Professional Cuddler. A perfect mix of adventure buddy and oversized emotional support floof. Getting in the car? I’ve got it handled. I will load myself like the independent adult I am. Once I’m in? Absolute professional. I lay down, mind my business, and vibe. So if you’re looking for a road trip buddy who won’t scream, climb on your head, or question your driving choices… congratulations, you’ve found him. Adventure or homebody? Obviously both. I contain multitudes. Want to go on a walk, explore, be outdoors, pretend we’re very active people with our lives together? Perfect. I’m in. Let’s go do things, see stuff, sniff important smells, and look like a wholesome, well-adjusted duo. Want to stay home, avoid the outside world, and rot on the couch together like emotionally stable adults? Also perfect. I will absolutely support that lifestyle and enhance it by laying directly on you. As long as I’m with my people, I’m happy — whether we’re out having adventures or inside conducting very important couch research. Water? Love it. Toys? Also love them. Honestly, if it involves fun, I will be participating. Now, about my living situation — I would really prefer a securely fenced yard. I enjoy having space to stretch my legs, play, and exist as the majestic, slightly oversized creature that I am. Could I technically do leash walks only? Probably. Would I thrive like the glorious, happy, zooming cloud I was meant to be? No. Let’s not limit my potential. Give me a yard, some toys, maybe a splash zone, and I will give you peak happiness… with a side of damp fur and questionable life choices that will make you crack up laughing.
Let’s talk about my résumé, because clearly I’m very qualified for the position of “Best Dog You’ve Ever Had.” Commands? I know sit and shake — which, if we’re being honest, are the two most important ones anyway. I can be polite and charming. Multitalented. Potty trained? Obviously. I’m a gentleman. Chewing things I shouldn’t? No. Causing problems? Also no. Being mischievous? Again, no. Do I bark? Yes, but I have standards. Front door, doorbell, people coming in — you know, important announcements. I take my role as Head of Security very seriously. At night, I sleep on the floor like the humble king that I am. Kennel? Haven’t really needed one with me, so I haven’t been using it. I tend to just… exist like a well-behaved member of society. When you’re gone, I hang out in the living room with my dog friends, not plotting anything, just being… amazing. And if you’re wondering if there’s anything else you should know about me — yes. I am, in fact, incredible.
So here’s the part where you stop pretending you’re “just looking” and accept the fact that I am clearly the best decision you could make this year. If you’ve been searching for a big, affectionate, emotionally supportive, slightly-too-large-for-your-lap-but-doing-it-anyway kind of dog — congratulations. You found me. I’m sweet, social, well-mannered, love other dogs, enjoy adventures and couch time, and I will absolutely make your life better just by existing in it.
Now for the part where you prove you’re worthy of all this excellence…
You’ll need to fill out an adoption application (yes, I know… paperwork… how will you ever survive). Once you’re approved, they’ll send your info over to my foster family so they can make sure you’re up to my very high standards.
Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app
And then — assuming you pass inspection — you’ll need to come pick me up in Norman. I will not be shipping myself, I will not be teleporting, and I will not be accepting excuses.
Go ahead… apply. I’ll be here, being a perfect, fluffy masterpiece and waiting for you to catch up.
