If I could have one wish—aside from an endless supply of belly rubs and treats, of course—it would simply be this: to live.
Weird thing for a 9-week-old puppy to say, right? But let me explain. My short life so far has been less of a Disney movie and more of an action-packed drama with a few too many plot twists. It all started when my siblings Glind, Elphaba, and I were abandoned before we even knew how to wag our tails properly. Just three little fluffballs left to figure out life on our own. Thankfully, a kind human swooped in and picked us up off the side of the road, reached out to the fine folks at PPFT, and they us into a foster home faster than you can say “Who’s a good dog?” Things were finally looking up! We had food, love, and even warm beds—a total upgrade. But then, life threw us another curveball: Parvo. Turns out, a belly full of worms wasn’t enough; we also had to deal with that. Cue the dramatic vet visits, sleepless nights for our foster mom, and lots of poking and prodding (seriously, the thermometer is unnecessary). Luckily for me, I’m a little scrappy, and I bounced back like the determined little survivor I am. I didn’t even have to stay at the vet too long—clearly, I’m not one to overstay my welcome. Now, for the first time ever, I get to just be a puppy. No more fighting for survival. No more drama. Just belly rubs, zoomies, and naps that make me look like a croissant. And now, I’m here, putting all my hopes and dreams into finding my happily ever after. I’ve got my paw crossed that you might be the one to help me turn my story into a full-on fairy tale. So, what do you say—ready to be part of my next (and best) chapter?
They say a name is a reflection of your destiny, and let me just say, my name—Fiyero—is as unique as they come. For those of you who aren’t in the know about “trending” movies, it’s a Wicked reference (I know, I know, I’m practically a Broadway star in the making). Anyway, I’ve never had a name before, so I think Fiyero suits me just fine—mysterious, cool, and, best of all, all mine. I’m a Great Pyrenees mix (at least that’s what they tell me), and I weigh around 10lbs—give or take a chew toy or two. I have a stunning white coat dusted in smokey gray. It’s like Mother Nature decided to spice up the classic white fluff with a little drama. If you’re looking for a puppy who’s ready to be your adventure buddy AND your snuggle buddy, well, step right up because we might just be meant to be. I might be too young for full-fledged outings (I’m still figuring out those funny rope things you humans call leashes), but trust me, I’m a good balance of playful and chill. I know how to play hard but also how to crash harder for a nap, which is an essential life skill, if you ask me. I love hanging with other dogs, but let’s be real—I’m not the clingy type. If my new home has no dogs, that’s totally fine, as long as there’s a human around to keep me company. Because a big ole house with no one in it? That just doesn't sound very fun at all.
Speaking of family, if yours includes those mysterious, four-legged, purring ninjas often referred to as "purrinators," don’t worry—I’ve cracked their code. I’ve met a few, passed their ridiculous initiation rituals, and survived the occasional stink-eye with grace. I can’t promise I won’t try to charm them into friendship (because who wouldn’t want to be besties with me?), but I’ll respect their space… mostly Oh, and kiddos? Sign me up! They’re like tiny bundles of energy with snack-sharing potential and A+ cuddle skills. I adore them and think they’re just the best playmates ever. Plus, they usually drop food, so that’s a win-win. When it comes to meeting new people, I’m a total social butterfly. I greet everyone with my signature smile and, if they’re lucky, a sneaky kiss or two. Too soon for smooches? Nah, I say life’s too short to play hard-to-get! Whether it’s cats, kids, or the neighborhood welcome committee, I’m here to spread love and tail wags. Let’s talk about potty training—because, let’s be real, it’s a process, and I’m no “Super Puppy” (though if capes come into fashion, I’m all in). While I can’t claim to have magical potty powers just yet, I’m pretty darn close. I’ve been rocking those potty pads like a pro, and when given the chance to head outside, I almost always take care of business out there. I’d say I’m well on my way to earning my Potty Prodigy badge—just give me a little more time to get it all under my fluff Now about kennels—I’m familiar with them, and so far, I haven’t felt the need to belt out the “song of my people.” However, if the other dogs decide to start a choir, you better believe I’ll be joining in with my own unique vocal stylings. What can I say? I’m a team player, and no concert is complete without my two cents (or two howls). And hey, are you one of those people who leaves their stuff all over the place? Perfect! I can totally help you break that habit. Think of me as your personal "organization coach"—because if you leave things lying around, I might just add my own creative touches. Some call it chewing, I call it modern art. Let’s talk living arrangements, shall we? I’m pretty confident I’d thrive in a fun-sized house, aka an apartment.
Now, whether you're in a cozy little apartment or a spacious house, one thing is for certain: I’m going to be sharing the love in the most dramatic way possible. Yes, that’s right—I’m talking about glorious glipyr (Great Pyrenees fur) everywhere. Seriously, I’m like a walking confetti cannon of love. You’ll find my fur in your clothes, your car, your jewelry, and probably even in your coffee cup if you’re not careful. It’s my way of saying, “I love you SO much, I want you to carry a little piece of me wherever you go.” You’re welcome Also, don’t expect me to be the perfect listener. I’ll hear you just fine, but I might decide to channel my inner football-watching husband. I’ll acknowledge you with a wag of my tail (or a slight glance), but then, I’ll get back to doing my thing. So, don’t be offended if I seem a little... distant. It’s all part of the Pyr charm. And personal space? Yeah, that’s definitely a thing of the past. We Pyrs are all about cuddles, and when I’m big enough to cover half your couch, I’ll still consider your lap prime real estate. No such thing as too close when you’re a Pyr! So get ready for full-on lap invasions and a general lack of personal boundaries. But hey, if you can’t beat 'em, join 'em, right?
Ready to start a magical journey together? One that will last forever, because I am not looking to be anyone's "until" dog. I want to be yours forever and I hope you want me to be yours too! If you believe we are meant to be, you can apply for at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app I know I know...an app what a bore. Why do you have to fill that out to meet me and welcome me home? Well, we need to send it to my foster family to ensure they feel like we are good match (because let's face it, they probably know me better than I know myself right now) and so PPFT can send over some more info on me. I know I shared a lot, but they probably have a few more tidbits of info to give. So, if you are serious about welcoming me to your life forever (and I mean forever) then get that app in and start planning a road trip to Fort Gibson because that is where I will be waiting for you! "Until we meet again, my dear—just remember, I'm always a little bit wild, but I'll be there when you need me!"
Love
Fiyero
