Size
(when grown) X-Large 101 lbs (46 kg) or more
Details
Good with dogs,
House-trained,
Story
Ah yes, allow us to introduce the Han Solo—because of course he’d be named after a charming, roguish hero who thinks rules are more like “guidelines” and fetch is the only mission worth accepting. Unlike his namesake, our Han isn’t zooming through hyperspace, but he is zooming across your yard—until he decides it's time to lay dramatically in the grass like he's just returned from battle. Han Solo is what we like to call a “balanced legend.” He’ll wrestle with other dogs just long enough to prove he’s still got it, then he’s ready to vibe like a retired Jedi on vacation. He’s that magical combo of “Let’s play fetch until your arm falls off!” and “Now let’s chill while I dry off from launching myself into the nearest body of water.” Did we mention his undying love for toys and water? Yes, Han Solo would 100% drink from a champagne fountain if given the chance—but since he lives in the real world, your garden hose or a fountain trickling like it's on its last leg will do just fine. He’s not picky. Drama king? Yes. High maintenance? Shockingly, no. Zoomies? Occasionally. Fetch? Religiously. Chill vibes? Most of the time. Basically, Han Solo is your perfect mix of play and peace... with a side of swagger.
Han Solo is a 1-year-old, 102-pound Great Pyrenees, which means he's basically a living, breathing weighted blanket with legs, opinions, and the occasional zoomie. Don’t let the name fool you—this guy is less intergalactic smuggler and more intergalactic snuggler… assuming the planet is covered in fur, slobber, and tumbleweeds of shed hair. He's got a glorious, oversized coat that could probably be spun into three additional dogs and still leave enough fluff to knit you a winter sweater. He loves other dogs and playing with them. However, Han is basically a Great Pyrenees puppy trapped in the body of a woolly mammoth, so lets just say he is not afraid to throw his big ole bum around during playtime. Think bumper cars, but with a tail wag and no brakes. Because while he means well, subtlety is not in his vocabulary. He absolutely needs another dog who can handle his love language (which is apparently "enthusiastic hip checks") and won’t crumple like a lawn chair under his fluff-powered enthusiasm. Now with that said he is currently being fostered with puppies, whom he plays with gently, but ideally, he’d love a canine buddy who can match his “go big or go nap” energy. If you're looking for a mellow, medium-sized lap dog... keep scrolling. But if you want a hilarious, toy-fetching, water-loving goofball who doubles as a sentient throw pillow, congratulations—you’ve found your Han. Also, fair warning: he sheds like it’s a competitive sport. Your black pants will lose. Your vacuum will cry. Han Solo hasn’t been officially tested with cats or kids, but let’s be honest, with his happy-go-lucky attitude and sweet demeanor, odds are he'd get along just fine with both. That said, he’s 102 pounds of fluff and enthusiasm, so any tiny humans or feline roommates should be prepared for the occasional accidental body check, tail smack, or dramatic floof-induced eclipse. He’s the kind of dog who might try to gently boop a toddler with his paw and end up launching them into orbit—or lovingly sniff a cat and unintentionally vacuum it up with one giant nose inhale. So yes, he’d probably do well... as long as the cats are chill, the kids are sturdy, and everyone in the house understands that personal space is more of a suggestion when Han is around.
Han Solo’s car ride etiquette is, dare we say, suspiciously perfect for a 102-pound walking dust mop. He hops right in like he’s got places to be and people to impress, then promptly flops down like he’s settling in for a road trip across the galaxy. Occasionally, he’ll sit up, channel his inner golden retriever, and gaze out the window like he’s pondering the meaning of life—or maybe just judging other drivers. Either way, he’s the ideal passenger: quiet, fluffy, and far less prone to backseat driving than your average spouse. Just don’t expect him to help navigate; he’s far too busy being majestic in the rearview mirror. Han Solo has all the potential to accompany you to any public outing, assuming you enjoy the constant attention of strangers fawning over his majestic fur and oversized physique. He’ll be the center of attention at cafes, pet stores, and social gatherings—mostly because he’s a walking, shedding cloud of "look at me" energy. He’s got the charm to charm everyone, and if there’s an awkward moment where you need to sneak away, just let him stand there, looking like a living room rug with legs, and people will flock to him. Han Solo on a leash? Oh, he’s the epitome of grace... for a 102-pound bundle of fur and awkwardness. He’s well-mannered, doesn’t try to trip you—he’s definitely more of a “slow and steady wins the race” kind of guy, casually strolling along like he’s the undisputed ruler of the block—because, let’s be real, it won’t be long before he does own the whole neighborhood. Soon, everyone in the area will be eagerly waiting for their chance to greet him and score some exclusive Han Solo-level cuddles. Heck, even the dogs will probably be wagging their tails in excitement just to see him on walks. He’s got that “everyone’s favorite giant fluffball” energy. Han Solo’s overall temperament is basically a perfectly balanced cocktail of energy and chill... well, until he remembers that playing is his true calling. He’ll happily play with other dogs for a bit, then, like a true connoisseur of relaxation, he’ll flop down and declare it time to chill, probably on the closest comfy surface (your couch, the floor, your bed—who’s asking?). Water? Don’t even get him started. He loves playing in the water. He even adores my fountain, even if it’s just a sad little trickle, as if that was the original design. And just when you think he’s done surprising you, he’ll jump into the bathtub on his own like it’s his personal spa.
Han Solo in an apartment? Well, let's just say he’s probably not the ideal candidate if you're looking for peace, quiet, and minimal disruption. With his 102 pounds of glorious fluff, he’s more of a "king of the castle" than a "quiet apartment dweller." If his new family is energetic, home often, and perhaps living on the bottom floor (so as not to launch an early morning seismic event for the poor souls beneath him), he might just survive apartment life. And, of course, he’d definitely need a canine buddy to help keep him entertained—after all, someone needs to help him with his highly critical zoomie practice sessions. If you can handle the constant thud thud thud of his every move, the occasional raucous game of fetch, and a dog who believes he has every right to sprawl across your entire couch, then maybe—just maybe—he could adapt. Han Solo is potty trained. He’s got it down to a science, really. He’s figured out that the whole “outside” thing is where you do your business, and he’s graciously agreed to participate in this societal expectation. Han Solo is kennel trained, sure—if by “kennel trained” you mean he’ll grudgingly go in when you tell him to, but will give you the dramatic side-eye like you just sentenced him to life in solitary confinement. Han Solo’s barking strategy is very selective. He’ll bark in the yard if there’s something he deems worthy of his vocal talents—because, of course, he’s the judge, jury, and executioner of what’s important. A squirrel in the distance? Worthy of a full-blown alert. A leaf blowing by? Definitely needs to be barked at. Now, if you agree that these things are truly significant, then you’ll totally understand his dedication to keeping the neighborhood informed. Otherwise, well, you will just have to accept that he's just making sure you’re aware of all the crucial happenings in the yard—no matter how insignificant they might seem to you.
Ready to add a furry whirlwind of fluff and fun to your life? Well, Han Solo is just waiting for you to swoop in and make him the center of your universe. But before you start picturing endless fetch sessions and cuddles, there’s a small detail—you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app. Don’t worry, it’s not like we’re asking for your life story—just enough to send to his foster family so they can officially hand over the keys to their furry little rebel. And don’t forget: you’ll need to pick him up in Tulsa, OK, because, you know, he’s not actually going to fly himself out there. Go ahead and apply, because Han Solo’s definitely ready to take over your heart (and probably your couch).
