Bernese Mountain Dog puppies and dogs in Tulsa, Oklahoma

Introducing Han Solo, the fluffiest space cadet this side of the galaxy! At 6 months old and 58 pounds of pure fluff, this Great Pyrenees is ready to make the jump to light speed—right into your heart. With a coat as white as Hoth snow and a personality that’s out of this world, Han Solo is the ultimate co-pilot for all your adventures, whether you’re exploring the backyard or cruising through the neighborhood. Han came to us after a brief stint at the shelter where, for reasons that boggle the mind, he went unclaimed. Their loss is definitely your gain because this boy is ready to bring his mix of charm, fluff, and a little bit of swagger into your life. Han Solo has a special talent for making your home feel like the Millennium Falcon. He’s got a knack for finding the coziest spots in the house—whether it’s at your feet while you’re working or right in the middle of your kitchen floor (because who doesn’t need a fluffy speed bump while cooking?). And don’t worry about the Dark Side—Han’s as good as they come, with no resource guarding in sight. He’ll gladly share his toys, his space on the couch, and even his favorite spot by the fountain, which he’s transformed into his personal splash zone. When it comes to car rides, Han Solo is the epitome of chill. He hops right in, ready for the next adventure, and spends the journey either taking in the sights or lying down like the seasoned traveler he is. Public outings? Han’s got potential. He’s still figuring out the whole “don’t jump on people” thing, but with a little training, he’ll be the most charming sidekick at any café or pet store. Han Solo’s leash manners are as smooth as his coat—he doesn’t pull or try to trip you up, which makes him the perfect walking buddy. And while he’s still working on his potty training and learning that shoes are not chew toys, he’s making great strides. He’s already mastered the art of sleeping in his crate and happily goes in for treats, so you know he’s a quick learner. But there’s one other thing Han’s new family should be prepared for: this Jedi-in-training can be a bit mouthy. Whether it’s a playful nibble or a reminder that you’re late for playtime, Han Solo likes to communicate with his mouth. So, if you’re ready to channel your inner Yoda and work with him on this little quirk, you’ll be rewarded with a loyal companion who’s eager to please—once he’s done trying to nibble on your fingers to get your attention that is ;) . Now, about his guardian duties—Han Solo takes them seriously. He’s a Level 3 Guardian Barker, which means he’ll patrol your yard with the dedication of a Jedi Knight, letting you know if a squirrel dares to enter his territory. But don’t worry, he’s not one to bark without reason; he’s just making sure your home is safe from any intergalactic threats. And as a true Great Pyrenees, he’s got a few quirks you’ll want to prepare for. First, understand that Han Solo hears what you say—he just doesn’t care. He’ll acknowledge your recall request with a regal ear twitch, but don’t expect eye contact or immediate compliance. He’s got 3,000 years of independent thinking in his DNA, so getting him to sit might feel like negotiating with Jabba the Hutt. Let’s talk about shedding—if you’re the type to ask if he sheds, just know you’re not adopting Han Solo; you’re adopting a fluffy snowstorm that will cover your floors, your furniture, and quite possibly, your entire wardrobe. Embrace the fur, or prepare to be outsmarted by a dog who truly believes he’s the ruler of his own galaxy. Han Solo is a social butterfly with other dogs, especially puppies, and while he’s not had much experience with kids or cats, his happy-go-lucky nature suggests he could adapt with the right guidance. He’s a mix of playful and calm, enjoying a good game of fetch as much as he loves a quiet moment by your side. He’s also got a thing for water, whether it’s splashing in a fountain or joining you in the shower—yes, you read that right, he’s a water-loving Pyr! This fluffy rebel is still figuring out his place in the universe, but one thing’s for sure—he’s ready to bring a whole lot of love, laughter, and a bit of light-speed energy to a home that’s ready to embrace his big personality and even bigger heart. So, if you’re looking for a loyal co-pilot who’s equal parts playful and cuddly, Han Solo might just be the one to lead your family to a galaxy of fun and adventure. 📍 Pickup Location: Tulsa, OK 📝 Adoption App: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app

Oh, hey there! Name’s Socks, and I'm a dapper 4-month-old Great Pyrenees mix with enough fluff to stock a winter coat factory. At 31 pounds and counting, I’m growing fast and have big plans to keep my family safe from all the invisible dangers (like butterfly sneak attacks and phantom crickets). Alright, here’s the backstory (cue the dramatic music): My brother, Ghost Bear, and I had a bit of a rough start. We somehow ended up in the shelter together, just a couple of fluffballs trying to figure out what happened. It was loud, cold, and honestly pretty scary for a pair of sweet pups like us. But then, we got our lucky break—we landed with the awesome folks at Pyr Paws N Fluffy Tails Rescue, and now we’re on the lookout for our forever homes! Here's the rundown: I’m a certified sweet boy who loves affection but won’t demand it 24/7. In fact, I'm the type of pup who appreciates a little me time here and there—I’ll even stroll over to my kennel and settle down all by myself, like a proper gentleman. But don’t worry; I still keep an eye on you because someone has to make sure you don’t sneak off without me! I’m happiest when I'm within eyesight of my humans. You want to go outside? Great, let’s go. Hang out inside? Yep, I’m in. I’m flexible like that, just as long as I’m part of the action. And if you’re busy, don’t worry—I’ve got a bone-chewing hobby to keep me occupied, though I might take a break to see if you’ve dropped any snacks. Now, I’m not gonna lie—I approach life with a healthy dose of skepticism. New places? Hmm. Gonna need a minute. New things? I’ll take a hard pass at first, thank you very much. Bathtubs? Nope. That’s where I draw the line. Water might be nice in a bowl, but in a tub, it’s basically lava, and I will absolutely fight you on that one. But put a treat in front of me, and suddenly, I’m ready to conquer the world! Did someone say “sit”? Oh, I know that one. I can sit for a treat like a pro… though staying seated might be a challenge when my puppy energy kicks in. I've got moves that could rival a pogo stick, especially when my brother and I get into a wrestling match—playtime is the best time, after all! Now, if you’re more of a homebody, don’t worry—I’m totally good with that too. Whether we’re kicking back on the couch or watching TV (I hear dogs in shows are endlessly entertaining), I’m right there with you. Alright, here’s the deal on my potential future roommates—furry and otherwise: I’m a pretty chill dude when it comes to other dogs, especially if they’re cool with my play style. My brother and I have wrestling matches that look like they belong on pay-per-view, so if you’ve got a playful pup at home, I’d be happy to team up. But if you’re more into the single-dog lifestyle, that’s fine too! I’m good at entertaining myself (give me a bone, and I’m set), and I’ll gladly soak up all your attention without needing a tag team partner. Now, about cats… that’s a mystery to me. I haven’t met one yet, but I hear they’re pretty tiny and fast. If your cat has a “no dogs allowed” policy, fair warning: I might need a little practice in respecting feline boundaries (hey, I’m a curious pup!). As for kids, the same story. I haven’t spent time with any mini-humans, so I can’t promise I know all the kid rules yet. If your household includes younger ones, I’d be happy to give it a try. I’m gentle at heart, but a little patience would go a long way as I learn the ropes. Alright, let’s get to the heart of the matter—my vibe. I’m what you might call a “happy-go-lucky, play-hard-then-chill” kind of guy. I’ll jump into playtime with other pups, wrestle for a bit, and throw my best puppy moves. But once I’ve had my fill, I’m just as happy to lay low and recharge my batteries (preferably somewhere cozy with a good bone). Energetic? Sure! I’ve got a solid dash of spunk, and I do best with a buddy who can match my play style or a family who’s ready to keep my brain working with all the right toys and games. Now, full disclosure: I’m still figuring out this thing you humans call “fetch.” I mean, I’m happy to watch you throw the ball, but me bringing it back? Not so much. I’m more of a “you throw, I cheer you on” kind of guy. Could I do apartment living? Sure… with some fine print. I’d need a schedule packed with walks, playtime, or maybe a doggy daycare hookup to keep my energy in check. Otherwise, I might get a little stir-crazy without all my usual backyard exploration. As for potty training, we’re almost there! I’ve got the hang of most things, but every so often, I’ll still surprise you with a little pee accident (usually just a couple of times a week). But hey, no indoor pooping for this guy—I’ve got standards! I can sleep a solid 6 hours in the kennel before I need a bathroom break, so we’re getting close to the potty-trained finish line. Now, here’s my one mischievous quirk… I’m a bit of a shoe thief. Don’t worry, I won’t destroy them—I just think they make great collectibles. Barking? I’m a Level 2 Guardian: I’m cool as a cucumber until the other dogs start barking. Once they sound the alarm, I’ll join in, just to make sure everyone knows I’m on the job too. One thing you should know about me: I’m not looking to be a part-time pal. Nope, I’m here for the long haul! I’m what you’d call a forever dog—the kind who wants to be part of the family through every chapter, not just for the easy ones. So, if you’re thinking of adding me to your life, know that I’ll be there through all of it—the moves, the new babies, the changes, and every wild and wonderful thing in between. I’ve already had my fair share of uncertainty, and I’m ready for a home that sees me as family. If that’s what you’re looking for, too, then we might just be the perfect match. 📍 Pickup In Yukon, OK

My life hasn't always been the easiest...... You see, I was born to a family that has a lot of other dogs (think around 20 or so) and we were all allowed to do out own thing. Which wasn't bad when I was a young and playful pup still new to the world, but as I got older some dogs decided they wanted to be bullies and sadly I was one of the dogs they had set their eyes on. I wasn't fond of that life anymore. I wanted something more. The thing is...I had no idea what "more" was. This was the only life I had ever known. I knew I could not stay there anymore though, and ended up wandering off. I have to admit, I didn't get too far before I started feeling defeated. I had no home, no family, and no shelter. I was truly on my own. I ended up hanging around in a certain area for days. So long that a kind family who saw me thought I had been dumped. Turns out, I did have a family nearby but they didn't want me back...I could have told them that but I guess it was worth a try. That is when they ended up working out a plan to earn my trust and as soon as they caught me, they reached out for help. PPFT ended up answering their call thanks to an amazing foster family stepping up for me. And before I knew it, I was on my way to something "more". They estimate me to be around 3 years old, time has passed rather quickly for me so I guess that sounds about right. I am around 72lbs so am a bigger girl, but I wouldn't say I am too big...compared to some of those Pyrabears. I am more like a mini Pyrabear...wouldn't you agree? I have to say life’s been one big plot twist after another for me! I’m pretty sure I had a name with my former family, but they must have had a serious case of forgetfulness because they never used it. Then came my foster mom, who dubbed me Harmony, and oh, the joy of having a name that actually gets spoken! It’s like winning the doggy lottery. But wait—there’s more! When I arrived at my foster home, I was not left out in the cold (literally). Instead, they opened the doors to the Great Indoors, and let me tell you, it was weird at first. Walls? Furniture? A roof? I didn’t know what to do with myself! But now? I’m all about that inside life. Potty in the house? Not on my watch! I’ve got standards, people. My foster family lets me outside frequently, and I appreciate the reminders because this indoor living gig is still new to me. They also introduced me to this thing called a kennel, but let’s be real—it’s not my vibe. I mean, would you want to be cooped up after living life as a free spirit? I tried whining my case, but when that didn’t work, I begrudgingly settled down. Luckily, my foster folks saw my good manners and said, “You know what? Free roam it is!” Now, let’s talk about the real villain in my story: the TV. Imagine this—you walk into a room, and suddenly, there are people talking, strange sounds blaring, and you can’t see a soul. Witchcraft, I tell you! For now, I’m steering clear of the couch because that’s where the TV monster lives. Maybe someday I’ll figure out its secrets, but for now, I’ll stick to safer territories. On the bright side, I’ve discovered the pure magic that is toys. Whoever invented these deserves a medal. The other Pyrs in the house give me the side-eye for playing fetch—they say it’s “beneath us.” But you know what? If chasing after a thrown toy and bringing it back makes me happy, I’ll just let them judge. More fun for me, less effort for them. Win-win. Now, about my ideal home: apartments (aka “fun-size houses”) aren’t my thing. I need a proper yard where I can sunbathe, patrol for intruders (both real and imaginary), and occasionally nap ​o​n the deck. Oh, and one thing you should know about me—I’m quite the vocalist. From suspicious squirrels to the injustice of a falling leaf, I’ll make sure you’re always in the loop. Neighbors who don’t appreciate my protective serenades? Pfft, they clearly don’t recognize raw talent when they hear it. My vocal performances are chef’s kiss, but let’s just say I might not win "Neighbor of the Year" if your street prefers peace and quiet over my soulful ballads. If your neighbors have a low tolerance for my guardian nature (a.k.a. protecting you from sneaky squirrels, delivery drivers, and the occasional suspicious leaf), you might want to think twice before rolling out the welcome mat for me​ And let’s talk about glipyr. Oh, you’re not familiar? Allow me to educate you. Glipyr is my artistic contribution to your household—a fine sprinkling of fur that will decorate your floors, your furniture, your clothes, and, occasionally, your snacks. I call it personalized fluffy seasoning. If you're not ready to embrace the joys of vacuuming on a near-daily basis, I might not be your match. But hey, welcome to Owning a Fluffy Dog 101: where the love is endless, and the fur is, too! So, let’s get this out of the way—my old digs? Not exactly a five-star resort. Imagine living with 20 dogs and no adult supervision. It was like a canine version of a bad reality show: “Who’s the Boss?” (Spoiler: it wasn’t me.) Some of the bigger personalities didn’t exactly roll out the welcome mat, which is how I found myself packing my kibble and heading for greener pastures. When I first got to my foster home, I saw there were more dogs, and let’s just say I was not thrilled. I was on high alert, ready to guard my dinner and my dignity. But then I noticed something shocking—they weren’t trying to steal my food or stage a hostile takeover. They were... nice? Who knew that was even an option? I’m still warming up to the whole “dog friendship” thing, and while I’m okay with calm, chill types, the overenthusiastic ones who bounce around and want to play in my face? Yeah, no thanks. I’m more of a “you do your thing, I’ll do mine” kind of gal, at least at first. I've officially graduated from "defensive mode" to "social butterfly" with my foster's other dogs. You could say we're like a puppy band now—playing in harmony! But, just a heads up: while I've made some great strides, I'm still working on my "let's be friends!" playlist with new dogs, so my new family will need to keep their cool and be okay with taking things slow. You know, just in case I need to hit the pause button and regress a little with all the new changes. It’s all part of my "learning to love the pack" journey, and I promise I’ll get there with a little patience As for those mysterious creatures called "purrinators" (cats to you humans), I’ve only had a brief encounter with one, and it went something like this: they existed, I existed, and neither of us cared. So, I’m pretty sure we’d get along just fine. Little humans? There aren’t any in my foster home, but I’m a gentle, sweet soul who loves attention, so I think we’d be cool—if they can promise to skip the stampeding and climbing. I’m all about soft pets and whispers of how pretty I am, not a rodeo, thank you very much. Now, let’s talk about the holidays. My foster family threw a little shindig, and guess who turned out to be the surprise star of the show? That’s right, yours truly. I was on my absolute best behavior—making friends, soaking up pets, and dazzling everyone with my charm. Turns out, I’m quite the social butterfly when it comes to humans. Let me paint you a picture: Imagine stepping into a world full of strange, giant things—like leashes (seriously, who invented that?), big metal beasts with wheels, and places that aren’t your cozy home. That’s my life right now. If you were to suddenly experience the outside world as an adult for the first time, you’d be just as wide-eyed and curious as I am. It's all new to me, but don't worry, I’m taking it one step at a time (literally). Now, I’m not exactly a “go, go, go” kind of gal. I mean, I could be if I wanted to, but why rush when I can take my time soaking in the sights, sounds, and smells of this brand new world? The whole “Stop and smell the roses” thing? Yeah, that’s my vibe. If we’re out on a walk, don’t expect to be breaking any speed records. In fact, I’ll probably be stopping every two seconds to sniff things—so we’ll get really acquainted with the neighborhood. And hey, don’t say I didn’t warn you, because I’m quite the looker. I have this gorgeous mask and some seriously adorable freckles that will have people stopping you to gush over me. You might even end up being known as “Harmony’s parents,” instead of being called by your respective names and honestly? I think that has a nice ring to it. Think of it as an honor. You’re welcome. 😉 I’ve learned a lot from my foster family, and I know there’s still more to figure out, even after I’ve officially found my forever home. So, I’m on the lookout for a family that’s patient, kind, and willing to help me keep growing into the best dog I can be. The thing I want most in this world now is a forever home. I don't want to be your until dog. I don't want to be someone that is with you for a little bit and then when a new job or baby comes along, you send me packing. I want to be your forever and I hope you want me to be yours too. I hope you will consider adopting me and apply to welcome me to your family 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 Now, I’m not against a road trip, even if you live out of state. However, I do have one little request: you’ve got to come pick me up yourself. Why, you ask? Well, if I’m going to embark on this grand adventure, I’d rather already be with my forever family, so we can start bonding right away. And really, what better bonding experience is there than being stuck in a car together for hours, navigating traffic, and sharing snacks? It’s basically the ultimate puppy/parent team-building activity. So, what do you say? Let’s make this forever thing happen! 🐾💖 Harmony