Briard puppies and dogs in Bristow, Oklahoma

Hi, I’m Schnapps—yes, like the drink, but I promise I’m a little smoother and way more fun than that shot you took last Friday! I’m about 6-7 years old and weigh a solid 91 pounds—definitely not your typical "foo foo" dog, despite my fabulous mane. Some folks have guessed I might be a Briard, and honestly, that sounds about right. I think I remember hearing that from my former family, but it’s been so long since I had one. I started life as a cute, lovable puppy, with everyone telling me how adorable I was. I was the dog equivalent of a "star on the rise"—until I got too big, and suddenly, I wasn’t as "cute and cuddly" anymore. Life got busy, and my status went from "everyone's favorite puppy" to "that big guy who doesn’t fit on the couch." So, naturally, I was left outside to roam the world like a furry nomad. No fence, no rules—just me and the wide open space. It was like a doggy adventure movie, except with more mud and fewer plot points. Things got a little out of hand when my owners moved away, and without anyone to call my own, I started making some questionable decisions. One of my biggest mistakes? Stepping out in front of a car—something I’ll never forget. I was left stranded for days, unable to move, as people passed by, probably thinking I was either already gone or just a forgotten figure nobody cared to help. It was an agonizing wait, and in those long hours, I couldn’t help but wonder if anyone would ever come for me. But then, out of nowhere, a few incredible people reached out to PPFT, and my luck finally began to change. They had been looking for me all along, and when they found me, they took me in, got me the care I desperately needed, and gave me a second chance. Now, I’m here, starting fresh, ready to show the world that I’m still that lovable, goofy dog—just with a little more wisdom and a lot fewer mistakes. I’m the kind of boy who knows how to enjoy the finer things in life—like long naps, some good pets, and just being part of the family. I absolutely love attention and will happily stroll up to anyone, even if they’re strangers, to lean my big ol’ head on them and soak up some head scratches. But once the pets stop? No problem—I’ll gracefully wander off in search of the perfect napping spot. I mean, who doesn’t love a good nap, right? Now, I’m not exactly the life of the party, but if there’s a lot of commotion, you can bet I’ll be right there, leaning against my person for support—basically acting as their emotional bodyguard, just in case things get too wild. And when I’ve done my duty as the “silent supporter,”—basically, I’m just here to give you moral support (and a lot of fluff). But once I’ve done my duty, I’ll retreat to my nap zone because, let’s be real, naps are life. Overall, I’d say I’m more of a homebody, though. While I could totally handle being out and about with my people, the car is still a bit of a mystery to me. I mean, how does that contraption even move? Are we sure it’s safe? I’ll get in with a little help and encouragement, but let’s just say I’m not exactly the biggest fan—drooling, giving you the “Are we there yet?” look, and probably wishing I could just teleport instead. I’ll make it work though... Speaking of making things work, I’d say I’ve done a pretty fantastic job adjusting to my new life. I’ve got impeccable house manners—seriously, I should probably teach a class. I don’t have accidents in the house, I’m 100% potty trained, and I don’t chew things up. Heck, I haven’t even picked up a toy yet. I can be trusted to free-roam the house like a pro, and the only thing you might have to worry about is where I’ve decided to leave a little extra fluff lying around, but hey, I’m just spreading the love. Oh, and don’t worry about me turning into a barking machine—I haven’t even barked once with my foster family! Now, will I always be totally mute? Probably not. But at least you won’t have to worry about your neighbors complaining about me singing the song of my people every day unless you consider the occasional sigh or dramatic sigh of contentment a performance. I’m a pretty well-mannered boy, and I don’t mind sharing my space with the other dogs at all. In fact, I’ve even been caught playing and hopping around with them outside, looking like I’ve got a little spring in my step! Indoors, though, I’m more of a “live and let live” kind of guy—I let them do their thing while I do mine. I also get along just fine with the purrinators. I don’t pay them any mind, and they don’t pay me any attention—it’s a perfect, unspoken agreement, like a well-choreographed dance, but without the actual dancing. As for kids, I’m not being fostered around any, so I can’t say I’ve had much experience. I’m a bit on the independent side, so I’m not sure how I’d feel about spur-of-the-moment hug attacks, getting dressed up in silly outfits, or being the center of a jumping-around frenzy. But, I can totally see myself being an amazing protector for a kiddo who just wants a buddy to hang out with, follow around for a bit, and be their confidant when they need to talk about their day. I’ll listen to all their stories—no judgment, just a lot of nose nudges and fluff to lean on. Oh, and when it comes to treats, I’m kind of like one of those old-school money machines—you know, the ones where you have to gently insert the treat into my mouth after I give it a good sniff and open my mouth just a tiny bit. It’s like a game of "Will he or won’t he?" I do seem to enjoy them once they’re in my mouth, but I’m still a little unsure about taking them directly from the hand. I mean, what if it’s a trick, right? But if you set the treat down on the ground, you’ve got my full attention! It’s just my way of making sure I’m not getting tricked into anything suspicious. You know, trust takes time! But don’t worry, I’m warming up to the whole treat thing. Just have a little patience with me, and I’ll be the treat-taking pro in no time! Last thing on my list to discuss is that I need entropion surgery, which is a fancy way of saying that my eyelids aren’t quite doing their job, and they’re rolling in a bit too much. This means my eyelashes are poking my eyeballs, and that’s no fun! So, I’ll be getting that fixed up soon, and I may look a bit like Frankendog for a little while. I know, I know, Halloween was last month, but I guess I just didn’t realize it had already passed. Guess I’m a little late to the spooky season party! But don’t worry, I’ll be all healed up soon, looking as handsome as ever—just with a few extra stitches for character. So, if you adopt me with my “post-surgery” look, just know that my fur will grow back, and while this might not be the best time to submit headshots for modeling, I’ll be back to my handsome self in no time! Think of it as a limited edition—one-of-a-kind, Frankenstein-chic phase. But don’t worry, once I’m all healed up, I’ll be strutting my stuff and looking as dashing as ever, minus the stitches and with plenty of charm to go around! If you’re looking for a laid-back, big-hearted boy who’s got a lot of love to give (and some serious napping skills), I might just be the one for you! I promise to be your loyal companion, ready to support you emotionally, share some cuddles, and maybe even let you give me treats on my own terms. If you're ready to add a bit of fluff, a dash of charm, and a whole lot of love to your home, let’s make it official—adopt me, and I’ll show you just how wonderful life can be with a big ol' boy like me by your side! Pickup will be in Kiowa, OK—so what are you waiting for? Let’s start our new chapter together! Schnapps