Sometimes life can be quite sucky...yeah, I said it.
How else can I describe the heartbreak of being abandoned? One day, my owners decided they didn’t want me anymore and thought the best solution was to toss me over a vet clinic gate and drive away. Just like that, I was left behind. The amazing staff at the clinic did everything they could to help me, trying for weeks to find someone willing to take me in. But with every call they made, the answer was the same: No. Time was running out, and they couldn’t keep me forever—an impossible decision was looming. But just when things seemed hopeless, they took one last, desperate shot. And that’s when some incredible people stepped in to network my story. Lucky for me, the folks at PPFT saw my plea, and they didn’t hesitate—they answered the call. Thanks to them, and my amazing foster mom, I found my way into the fluffy butt program and finally got the second chance I’d been waiting for. Now, I’m ready to leave my rough start behind and find the happy ending I deserve!
I never really had a name before, at least not one that I can remember so when my foster mom decided to call me Rollo, I immediately fell in love with it. I am around 13 weeks old now, and probably weigh around 18lbs or so now. I’ll probably never understand why I was left behind, but hey, life’s too short to dwell on the past when there’s so much tail-wagging fun to be had. As far as puppies go, I’d say I’m pretty top-tier material. I mean, I’ve got the whole package: energy, charm, and a pair of baby blues that could make a statue swoon. Playing with other dogs? Oh, that’s my jam! If my forever home comes with a built-in canine buddy, I’ll be over the moon. Not only do they help me burn off my puppy energy, but I’m learning all the best moves from them—like how to perfect the “innocent puppy eyes” or dig a hole just right. Despite my rocky start, I’ve decided to embrace the “happy-go-lucky” lifestyle. Life’s too fun not to smile through it, and I’ve adjusted to my foster home like a pro. Outside, I’m all about adventure—playing, sniffing, and exploring to my heart’s content. Inside, I’m totally cool with chilling. I’ve got the whole “work hard, nap harder” vibe locked down. Now, let’s talk about the outdoors. I haven’t had much time to explore beyond the yard (vaccinations first, nature second), but I just know I’m destined for big adventures. I’m already a pro at car rides—hopping in, window watching, like I’m starring in my own action movie. Take me to the park, the pet store, or even that café where everyone brings their dogs and orders fancy drinks with puppuccino on the side—I’ll be the star attraction. And then there’s this whole thing about leashes. I mean, seriously? You’ve got all this wide-open space, and you want me to stay tethered like a balloon? Sounds like a buzzkill, but if that’s my golden ticket to hikes, trails, and sniffing all the trees, I guess I’ll figure it out. After all, a dog’s gotta do what a dog’s gotta do for a life of adventure, belly rubs, and endless love. I absolutely adore toys—like, if there were a Toys Anonymous, I’d be the president. Fetch? Oh, it’s my jam. I’ll happily bring that ball back to you all day long, giving you my best “ready for round 47?” look. Fair warning though: I’m not great at recognizing when you’re done playing, so be prepared for a few guilt-inducing puppy stares if you try to quit before I do. Let’s just say I take my fetch career very seriously.
You’ve probably already heard the scoop—I’m a total rockstar with other dogs. But here’s the inside info: I’m also a big fan of those tiny humans you call kids. They’re basically just furless puppies who’ve mastered the art of walking on two legs (seriously, how do they not trip more?). I think they’re awesome, but since I’m still learning my puppy manners, the kiddos in my new home should be dog-savvy enough to handle my enthusiasm without spilling their juice boxes. Now, about those mysterious purrinators (you call them “cats”?). I haven’t officially met one yet, but I’m pretty sure I’d see them as friends. Or playmates. Or possibly as aliens in need of immediate sniff inspection. My enthusiasm might be a bit much for their aloof vibes, so if you’ve got one of those four-legged enigmas, I’m going to need some coaching on how to win them over without getting swatted. Bottom line? Everyone’s a potential friend in my book—I just need a little guidance on making sure they feel the same way about me!
Alright, let’s talk living arrangements—because I’ve got some opinions, and I’m not shy about sharing them. First off, I’m a fan of having a doggie door. It’s basically my version of a VIP pass to zoom around the yard whenever the mood strikes (which is often). I’m not so sure I’d thrive in a fun-sized house, aka an apartment, unless my person is super active and ready to commit to my energy-releasing shenanigans. If you’re more of a remote-in-hand, Netflix-on-loop kind of human... well, let’s just say adopting me would be your one-way ticket to a more “adventurous” lifestyle. I’ll have you jogging, playing fetch, and swapping those couch potato tendencies for some good ol’ outdoor fun in no time. Consider me your new personal trainer—fluffy edition. Now, onto my bathroom habits—because, let’s face it, that’s what everyone wants to know. I’m proud to say I’m basically potty-trained. Do I have a little advantage with my trusty doggie door? Sure. But that’s a technicality, really. Some might call it “cheating,” but I prefer to think of it as being resourceful. I’ve also got some kennel experience, and while I might let out a bit of dramatic whining at first, I settle down pretty quickly. However, if you plan on kenneling me at night? Oh, we’re going to have words. I’m all about snuggling up in the bedroom, so do us both a favor and puppy-proof the place so I don't have to be kenneled. Trust me, you’ll thank me later. Despite my young age, I’ve been shockingly well-behaved—minimal mischief, zero shoe casualties. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m still a puppy and could surprise you, but let’s give credit where it’s due: part good boy genes, part excellent puppy-proofing. Indoors, I keep my vocal stylings to a minimum, unless I’ve got something important to share (like dinner time—priorities, people). But outdoors? Oh, I’m all about letting the world know I’m here, patrolling the yard like the pint-sized security guard I am. Am I little young to be patrolling the yard? Yes, yes I am. ;)
So, what do you say? Can we start our forever together, because that sounds like a dream come true to me! Just remember, I am being fostered in Oklahoma City, OK and that is where you will be picking me up from. None of that transport business, I want to start the bonding process as soon as you get me, and what better way to kick it off than with a road trip?! All I ask is that if you adopt me, you be 100% about me. I cannot imagine having to be passed around down the road again because life changed. I will always be there to lend you a paw...and I hope you will always be there with a hand for me! (Cheesy I know, but I couldn't resist, I am a romantic at heart-don't tell my canine companions though, I have a reputation to keep). ;)
Apply to welcome me home at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Once we have your application, the fantastic humans at PPFT will get to work processing it, making sure my foster family gives their stamp of approval (because, let’s face it, they know me better than anyone). They’ll also send over some fun facts about me that you might not have learned yet. Trust me, there’s always more to know. Okay, I am off to have another doggie play session but I will be expecting your app!
Bye for now,
Rollo <3
