Hey there, future human!
I'm Lexa—yes, the 92-pound bundle of beauty and fluff you've been hearing about. I'm a 3.5-year-old Great Pyrenees/Golden Retriever mix, but I like to think of myself as a masterpiece of mystery—part majestic mountain guardian, part golden goddess of the backyard. If you’re ready for a mix of loyalty, love, and some serious shedding (seriously, I'm like a walking tumbleweed), we might just be a perfect match.
Now, if you’re wondering how I ended up in rescue, I’ll be honest—my story’s a bit rough. I have been through more than any dog should ever have to go through. My story, at least as far as PPFT knows, starts when I arrived at the animal shelter with an embedded rope in my neck—yep, someone thought it would be a good idea to leave me with that for who knows how long. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I had a few missing toes. And why? Because someone cruelly left me in a trap. A trap that I had to fight my way out of, losing a part of me in the process. My toes were actually STILL in the trap. Then add in that I was in the shelter, in poor condition and I needed a hero oh so badly. The shelter staff was really nice, but I needed a place to go. More so, I needed a second chance. A chance for a whole new life than the one I had been dealt so far. Thanks to a foster family stepping up for me, PPFT was able to welcome me to their fluffy butt program. Then came the radiographs... and let’s just say, even more of my past was revealed...and not in a good way. There’s blunt force trauma to my spine—what happened, I can't remember anymore and I really don't want to remember because I believe someone was very unkind to me. I may have a little limp in my step now, especially in my hind end, but I still run, I still play, I still love life. So, what’s a little gimpy when you’ve got a heart as big as mine?
So, here’s the deal. I’m not the type of girl who rushes into new friendships. After everything I’ve been through, can you really blame me? I’m a little skittish around new people, and let’s just say—trust isn’t something I give out easily. It’s a process, okay? I’ll need time to warm up to you, especially if you’re a stranger. But don't take it personally, it’s just that I’ve learned the hard way that not everyone has my best interests at heart. When it comes to the outside world, I’m still cautious. I won’t let you pet me out there just yet—remember, we’re still working on the whole “trusting humans again” thing—but inside? That’s my safe zone, my comfort zone, and I’m totally up for some quality time. But you’ve gotta respect my pace. I’m a slow-burner when it comes to opening up, but I promise, I’m worth the wait. There’s not a mean bone in my body though. I’m all heart. I may be a little shy, but I’m not aggressive. In fact, I’m the kind of dog who’s still willing to see the best in people, even though I’ve been let down before. It just takes me a little while to believe again, especially when I’m outside in the big, scary world. But once I trust you? We’re golden(See what I did there? ;)
Okay, so here’s the lowdown on my ideal housemates. I’d definitely do well with other dogs! If you’ve got a well-behaved canine who can show me the ropes and teach me that not everyone is a threat, I’m all in. I tend to follow their lead, so having a dog buddy around would make me feel more secure and comfortable. Plus, I’d love a pal to hang out with when my humans are busy. Cats? Yup, I’m good with them. I don’t plan on starting any interspecies wars or anything—unless that cat steals my spot on the couch, in which case, I’ll give them the stink eye. But no chasing, no drama, just mutual respect (and maybe some shared sunbathing spots). As for kids? Well, I’m more of a "cool older sibling" than the “toddler-friendly” type. Young kids? They move a bit fast and might freak me out. I’m like that one adult who avoids the kiddie play area at the park. But if you’ve got older, calmer kids who can handle my quirks and let me come to them on my terms, we’ll get along just fine. Think more "serene family dinner" and less "toddler tornado."
Okay, let’s talk car rides. First things first, I need a lift. I’m not one of those dogs who jumps in the car with a "let’s go!" attitude. Nah, I need to be buckled in and secured—think of it like my personal safety protocol. Once I'm safely tethered, I’ll sit up and look out the window, probably giving you my best "what’s that?" face as we zoom by. It’s like my little version of sightseeing, except I'm not always sure I’m ready for the next adventure—if you know what I mean. Now, about going on public outings... Not quite yet. I’m a little nervous about new and unfamiliar places. Think of me as the dog who’d rather be curled up on the couch than at a busy café, trying to figure out why people are sitting outside in the cold with a cup of something that smells suspiciously like coffee. If you’re dreaming of taking me to the pet store or a social event, I’ll need a lot of patience, and I might just prefer to stay in my safe space for now. The world outside is a little overwhelming for me right now,. As for being a homebody? Oh, I’m your girl. If you’re all about cozy nights, lounging around, and binge-watching Netflix, I’m on board. My dream day includes some good snacks, a comfy spot to nap, and maybe a little petting from the people I trust. I’m more than happy to stay at home and let my inner introvert shine. When it comes to leash walks, I’m still figuring it out. I’ll walk with you, but I’m a bit nervous—kind of like the dog that wants to go for a walk but is a little unsure if it’s the right time to start trotting. I’m getting better, but we’ll take it slow and steady until I’m totally comfy strutting my stuff on a leash. When it comes to meeting new people... well, let’s just say I’m a little reserved. I’m like the wallflower at the party, watching everyone from the corner and warming up slowly. I need time to suss out new faces and make sure you're on the up and up.
Okay, so here's the real deal with me and my energy level: Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve still got a playful side, but I do have an old spinal injury, so my back end’s a bit weaker than it used to be. I might not be able to keep up with the full-throttle zoomies forever, but trust me, I can run, play, and enjoy myself while it lasts. After a little bit, though, I’ll need to take it easy, maybe give my legs a little rest, and just hang out. You know, "Play hard, nap harder" is basically my motto. Overall though, I’m a balance of playful and chill. I’ll happily run around with my doggy pals for a little bit—toss the ball, chase them in circles, maybe even do some zoomies (yep, I’ve still got it in me!)—but then, after a few rounds, I’m ready to hit pause and just chill. Think of me like a fun, but laid-back buddy. I’m the dog who'll play for a bit, but then I’m all about lounging on the couch and enjoying some quiet time.
So, here’s the thing: I’m not exactly a "city girl" type, if you know what I mean. I’m not a huge fan of leash walks (I mean, who really enjoys that whole “potty on a leash” thing?), so an apartment without a yard might not be my ideal scene. A big, fenced-in yard where I can just waltz out and do my business at my own pace? That’s my jam. The more space, the better. So, I’m definitely more of a "suburban backyard queen" than a high-rise apartment dog. I’m totally potty trained. No accidents here! I’ve got that routine down, so as long as there’s a yard, I’ll make sure to do my business outside, like a civilized pup. Kennel trained? Uhhh... Not so much. I'm just not a fan of being crated. It’s like asking a cat to enjoy a bath—just not happening. I prefer to hang out in the open and relax where I feel safe. Couch time? Sometimes, I’ll jump up there for a little snuggle session, but I get scared easily, and the couch feels like a whole new world sometimes! I like it, but I’m still figuring out how to truly own it. I’m a fan of toys, but only the ones you give me. I’m not into chewing on your shoes, furniture, or anything that’s not a proper chew toy. I know where the boundaries are, and I respect them. When it comes to barking, I’m like a Level 2 Guardian. I only bark when my fellow dog friends start it. If I hear something suspicious (or if they do), I’m all about alerting the troops. But other than that, I’m pretty chill on the barking front. I’ve earned my freedom in the house. You can trust me to have free roam of the house without turning it into a disaster zone. I’m more about quiet time and snuggles than causing trouble.
Okay, here’s the deal: I’m not looking for just any home—I want a forever home. Not an "until" home. I don’t want to just be part of your life for a little while and then sent packing when things get tough. No way. I’m in this for the long haul. I’ve been through enough in my short time here to know that I deserve to be loved, cared for, and accepted for who I am—quirks, scars, and all. So, when I find the right people, I’ll give them everything I’ve got: loyalty, love, and all the cuddles I can muster. But here’s the catch—I need someone who gets that, too. I’m not a "trial run" kind of girl. I want to be your best friend, your sidekick, your forever dog. So if you’re looking for a lifelong companion who will love you fiercely and always have your back, I’m your girl. Forever, not until. 💛
So what happens next? Well, I would hope that you would submit an adoption app for me. You can find the app on the rescue's website, message them for it, or find it in the comments below.
I am being fostered in ✨Kiowa, OK✨ so if you live outside the area..no worries. Just be prepared to pack for a road trip because this rescue doesn't send us on transports. So, both they and I will be expecting you to come pick me up. And what better way to start the bonding process than with a road trip?!
With my heart full of hope and my tail wagging at the possibility,
Lexa
