Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Coweta, Oklahoma

We love our Daisey so so much and it breaks my heart to even make this profile for her. My wife has developed a severe allergy to her after covid where she can't be around her. This is so hard to do, I hope someone with a loving home accepts her. A little about Daisy, she is sweet and is calm and collected. Loves to be petted and has a good soul. Like most GP she loves it when it's cold outside. Daisy is potty trained and doesn't beg or have bad habits.

Meet Asha – the ultimate overachiever in the categories of lounging and loving. Asha is what we like to call emotionally available – she’ll bond faster than your last Amazon Prime delivery and loves hard. She’s sweet, gentle, and will follow you around like she’s on a mission to become your shadow’s understudy. Basically, she’s the safe, soft-hearted sidekick you didn’t know you needed… but now can’t imagine life without. She’s the kind of dog who’ll make you feel like the most important person in the world within 3.5 seconds of meeting you — mostly because she’s already decided you’re her emotional support human. Safe? Absolutely. Sweet? To a fault. And once she loves you (which again, takes about the length of one sneeze), you’re stuck. Forever. Like glitter. Meet Asha — a 2-year-old, 63-pound Great Pyrenees whose gentle spirit and loving heart have remained unshaken, even through some incredibly difficult times. Asha came to us from a shelter, where she found herself on the euthanasia list after being left unclaimed—with a large tumor hanging from the side of her face. Despite the pain and confusion, she remained sweet, calm, and affectionate with everyone she met. Thankfully, one of our wonderful foster families stepped up just in time, and thanks to the skill and compassion of our veterinary partners, her tumor was successfully removed. Her incision is nearly fully healed now, and she’s feeling better than ever.Asha is the perfect blend of laid-back and loving. She’s just as happy curling up for a quiet afternoon nap as she is riding shotgun for a treat run. She forms bonds quickly and deeply, offering the kind of unconditional affection that only a rescue dog can. She’s safe. She’s sweet. And she’s ready to write a new chapter—this time with a forever family who sees her for the beautiful soul she truly is. Asha is basically that one friend who gets along with everyone—dogs included. She’s the type who walks into a room, does a polite sniff-around like she’s reading the vibe, and then settles in like she’s always been part of the group. She doesn’t need to be in the middle of the play session, but she likes to know she’s invited. Now, when she first met Major(the resident dog), things were… let’s say tense. He wasn’t thrilled to share the spotlight, but Asha handled it like a total pro—gave him some space, didn’t take his dramatics personally, and let him come around on his own timeline. (He did. He’s obsessed now.) She met a couple of kids recently—ages 8 and 11—and read the room better than most adults. The younger one was clearly a little intimidated by her size (fair, she is part pony), and Asha immediately softened her approach. No jumping, no wild energy—just a slow flop to the floor and a full tummy display, like, “I’m harmless, I promise. You can pet me now.” Cats? She’s seen one. Didn’t chase it, bark at it, or try to interview it. The cat was probably more concerned than she was. Asha just gave it a side glance like, “You do your thing, whiskers. I’ve got naps to take.” And when it comes to grown-ups? Asha thinks you’re great. All of you. She gives a warm, happy greeting without turning into a caffeine-fueled tornado, then politely parks herself nearby in case you feel like giving her some attention. She’s sweet, respectful, and somehow still manages to make every new person feel like they just met their favorite dog. Basically, she’s the total package—diplomatic, affectionate, and socially savvy. Asha’s energy level clocks in at a solid 3 out of 10—which is basically the canine version of a koala crossed with a sleepy golden retriever. If you’re looking for a dog who treats movement as an optional activity unless snacks or car rides are involved, congratulations—you may have just found your soulmate. She’s not going to be your hiking partner for that sunrise summit, but she will accompany you on a leisurely stroll. Despite her preference for lounging, she’s a surprisingly stellar road trip buddy. None of that “panting at every red light” drama here—she's more of a chill co-pilot, gazing out the window like she’s contemplating life’s deeper questions (like why pup cups aren’t free healthcare). With a little help from her doodle foster brother, she’s now a pro car companion—quiet, relaxed, and very pleased to be included. Leash walking? She’s not going to win gold in the Obedience Olympics, but she’s not trying to drag you down the block like a sled dog in the Iditarod either. Unless there’s another dog nearby—then she briefly becomes the mayor of Excitedville. And yes, if she catches a really interesting smell, expect a full-on stubborn statue moment. She’s only been on two “official” walks, but she strutted her stuff like she was auditioning for Dog Bachelor. As for her hobbies, it’s a pretty short list. Napping, cuddling, maybe trying a toy if no one’s watching. She’s dabbled in playtime—it was adorable and slightly awkward, like someone trying yoga for the first time—but she’d honestly prefer a 24/7 petting schedule. She’s not high-maintenance, but she is very in favor of being adored like the majestic, velvet-nosed queen she is.Her temperament? In a word: sweet. In more words: dangerously sweet. She bonds fast, loves hard, and has that “I will imprint on you like a baby duck” energy. She’s smart—like, “quietly outsmarting the humans and pretending she didn’t” smart. Her memory is suspiciously good, so don’t make promises you can’t keep... especially if those promises involve snacks. She absolutely loves being outside, so if you’re apartment-bound with no yard, she’s probably not your girl. She enjoys sunbathing, supervising passersby from a safe distance, and making sure the wind is doing what it’s supposed to. Bottom line: Asha is a low-drama, high-sweetness kind of dog who just wants a soft place to land, a few short adventures, and a lifetime supply of belly rubs. Asha is, in fact, potty trained. She’s polite, dignified, and far too fabulous to do her business indoors like some kind of heathen. As for kenneling... hard no. If you’re looking for a dog who happily trots into a crate and tucks herself in like she’s checking into a cozy doggy hotel, Asha is not your girl. She gave it an honest try—for two nights—and responded with what can only be described as soul-crushing wails straight out of a Victorian ghost story. Not barking. Not whining. Wailing. Like a heartbroken opera singer who lost her will to sing. She sleeps quietly through the night on her bed, doesn’t wander, doesn’t get into things, and generally acts like she’s been free-roaming responsibly her entire life. She doesn’t need a crate to behave—she just needs a home that understands that not every dog finds comfort behind a closed door. So, if you’re thinking of bringing her home and sticking her in a crate while you’re at work—respectfully, don’t. It simply isn't necessary for her. Asha’s barking style? Let’s just say she’s not out here narrating every squirrel movement like a neighborhood gossip, but she will absolutely sound the alarm if something seems off. Suspicious noise outside? Bark. Mailman approaching? Bark. Ghostly presence from another dimension? Possibly bark, just to be safe. She saves the big, dramatic barks for things she deems truly important(although you may not always agree on the level of importance)—like potential intruders, strange sounds, or, you know, a plastic bag blowing across the yard with malicious intent. When she’s bored or just wants a little attention, she tones it down to more of a low rumble or cute little "notice me" bark—kind of like she’s trying to keep it professional but still get her point across. If you’ve made it this far and are thinking, “Wow, this majestic land cloud sounds perfect”—you’re absolutely right. But before you go planning matching outfits and road trips, there’s one small catch: you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app (yes, we require paperwork—because this girl doesn't just deserve a home...she deserves the PYRfect home), and you'll need to come pick her up in Moore, Oklahoma. That’s right—no shipping, no teleportation, no Uber for dogs. Just you, your car, and the open road leading to the best decision you’ll ever make. Don’t worry—she’ll make it worth the drive.

🚨 INTRODUCING: ELPHABA (yes, like the green one, but fluffier and slightly less dramatic) 🚨 (AKA: Ollie, Queen of Zoomies and Stretchy Naps™) Are you looking for a calm, quiet couch potato who spends her days napping peacefully and contemplating the meaning of life? Cool, so are we. You just won’t find her here. Elphaba is a high-energy, happy-go-lucky whirlwind of joy wrapped in fluff and curiosity. She wakes up each day like she’s just had a motivational speech from a toddler in a superhero cape. She wants to see things. Do things. Sniff things. Preferably all at once. She’s got a PhD in Inquisitiveness, a minor in Zoomies, and she specializes in “Stretchy Naps” — where she elongates her body to impossible dimensions and melts into the floor like butter on a summer sidewalk. If you’ve ever wanted a personal life coach who reminds you that the world is FULL of stuff to explore, Elphaba’s your girl. This 8-month-old, 45lb Great Pyrenees mix has all the makings of a star: high energy, endless curiosity, and an enthusiastic approach to life that includes investigating every corner of your house and then dramatically collapsing in a heap like she just finished a three-act play. Elphaba is what happens when you mix joy, caffeine, and curiosity into one big squishy marshmallow. She's absolutely happy-go-lucky, armed with endless energy and a nose that must investigate everything. Her previous adopters realized they weren’t quite ready for the full Elpahaba experience (puppy energy, grooming needs, you know—the usual fluffy gremlin stuff), so they’re kindly fostering her until she finds the right forever home. In the meantime, she’ll be perfecting her nap stretches and collecting squeaky toys like awards. Elphaba fancies herself a socialite, which is great… unless you’re her older foster sister who just wants to nap without being tackled by 45 pounds of optimism. She absolutely thrives in a multi-dog home—as long as the other dogs don’t mind having their personal space routinely violated by someone who’s just so excited to be here. She means no harm, really. She’ll happily trade her pestering for a plush toy the moment you wave one in front of her face. It’s less “bully” and more “golden retriever in a toddler’s body.” As for cats? We haven’t tested her yet, so for now we’re going to assume she’d either try to adopt them… or accidentally cause a household mutiny. Jury’s still out. Tiny humans? She’s been around them all—from babies to older kids and even a child with special needs—and she’s handled it like a champ. She thinks kids are just funny-looking puppies with snacks and sticky fingers, and honestly? She wants in. Occasionally, she needs a gentle reminder to give the youngest some space, but she’s all love and just wants to be part of the gang. New people are her jam. She greets strangers like long-lost friends, often with the kind of enthusiasm normally reserved for surprise pizza deliveries. After she’s gotten in a few full-body wiggles and a sniff or two, she settles into her “I’m your new best friend” role like it was made for her. Basically, if you’re not into extroverts who love kids, dogs, toys, and literally everyone they’ve ever met… you might want to keep scrolling. If Elphaba’s energy level were a mix of animals, she’d be somewhere between a curious fox and a golden retriever who just discovered tennis balls. She’s not bouncing off the walls 24/7—but she’s no slouch either. We’d give her a solid 8 out of 10 on the energy scale, but it’s the kind of energy that says, “I’d love a backyard adventure… but I also nap like it’s a competitive sport.” She’s got just enough oomph to keep things interesting without making you question all your life choices. In the car, she starts out like a cracked-out Jack-in-the-box, bouncing from seat to seat like she’s checking for treasure. But give her a towel, a solid five minutes, and the vague hope of snacks, and she settles down like a seasoned road-tripper. Long drives? She’s golden. On leash? Believe it or not, this girl has manners. After some good ol’ leash training, she walks like she’s campaigning for neighborhood mayor—confident, polite, and maybe just a little nosey. She’s not dragging you to Mordor or pancaking in protest. She’s just vibing. As for her sense of adventure? She’s still deciding. One minute she’s channeling Dora the Explorer, determined to sniff every inch of the yard, and the next she’s doing her best impersonation of a throw pillow. Right now, we’d classify her as a young, mildly adventurous, and super inquisitive soul. Temperament-wise, she’s the happy-go-lucky golden retriever spirit stuffed into a Great Pyrenees mix body and a strong passion for whatever you’re doing, plus whatever she’s doing, plus whatever might be happening three houses over. She is the dog equivalent of “Yes, and?”—always ready to jump into the next activity with unearned confidence and full tail-wag commitment. Her hobbies? Oh, honey. She is the reigning queen of plush toy destruction. Got a new stuffed squeaky friend? Not for long. She will lovingly carry it to her lair (aka the living room) and perform emergency fluff removal like it’s her life’s mission. Her toy basket is her pride and joy, and yes, she does know when a new toy has entered the premises. She’s not here for apartment life. She absolutely needs a fenced yard to burn off the crazy, no offense to your patio, but Elphaba needs a real yard to thrive. That said, she’s happiest when her day includes a good walk where she can pretend she’s starring in an indie film and sniff every leaf like it’s a potential Oscar winner. In short: Elphaba is your girl if you want a hilarious, high-energy fluffball with equal parts fun, charm, and cuddle. And if you’ve got a sense of humor, a fenced yard, and a plush toy budget, she’s ready to move in. Elphaba? Potty trained like a pro, thank you very much. She knows the difference between your living room rug and the great outdoors, and she’s not about to embarrass herself with any rookie mistakes. At night, she puts herself to bed like the responsible adult she absolutely isn’t the rest of the day. Her crate? Oh, she loves it—treats it like a spa retreat with memory foam. During the day though? She’s out and about living her best uncrated life, supervising your every move like the nosey fluffball she is. Now, let’s talk puppy-proofing—because while Elphaba may sleep like an angel and pee where she’s supposed to, don’t let that fluffy innocence fool you. She’s still very much a puppy. So yes, your house will need to be puppy-proofed unless you enjoy living dangerously. Think of her as a tiny home inspector, but instead of making notes, she just drags the evidence under the bed. Elphaba isn’t exactly the neighborhood gossip. In fact, she’s more of the “silent observer who’s secretly judging everything” type. She rarely barks—like, rarely—and when she does, it’s usually just because her foster sister decided to kick off the drama first. She's not out here announcing every Amazon delivery or wind-blown leaf like she’s on HOA patrol. Inside the house? Practically mute. It’s almost suspicious how quiet she is… like she’s planning something. But rest assured, it’s probably just which toy she’s going to disembowel next. So, if you’ve made it this far and you’re still thinking, “Yes, I do want a plushie-shredding, nap-stretching, low-key genius in a floofy disguise,” then congratulations—you might just be Elphaba’s person. But fair warning: she doesn’t come with a delivery option. You’ll need to physically transport yourself to Tahlequah, Oklahoma to collect your new favorite roommate. No broomsticks, no flying monkeys—just you, a car, and an adoption application. 📝 Apply here: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app Go ahead. Adopt the floof. Your throw pillows were getting too comfortable anyway.

Hi. I’m Princess Elsa.Instead of ice powers, I specialize in emotional support, quiet judgment, and the occasional zoomie that appears out of nowhere. My general vibe? Think “peaceful woodland creature who occasionally remembers she is, in fact, a dog.” I spend most of my time embodying calm, grace, and a level of inner zen most humans are still trying to achieve through yoga and overpriced candles… but every now and then, I will absolutely unleash a surprise burst of playful energy just to keep things interesting. I know what you’re thinking… “Wow, she’s stunning… but what’s going on with her eye?” Rude. But fair. Let me explain before you spiral. I am 3 years old, 80 pounds of majestic Great Pyrenees royalty who somehow ended up on death row in the shelter. (0/10. Do not recommend.) Now, about my eye—yes, I see you zooming in on my pictures like a detective on a crime show. Nothing scandalous, I promise. I have something called entropion, which basically means my bottom eyelid rolls inward and my eyelashes are… how do I put this delicately… constantly betraying me by poking my eyeball. So yes, it waters. A lot. It’s less “mysterious beauty mark” and more “my eye is mildly annoyed 24/7.” BUT PPFT is already getting me fixed up. I’ve got surgery coming up to correct it, and once that’s done? I’ll be good as new and ready to fully embrace my role as your calm, regal, and majestic guardian. So if you were worried I came with “mystery issues”—relax. I come with a minor, fixable inconvenience. When I first meet new dogs, I like to keep things… professional. I enjoy their presence… in the same way you enjoy people existing across the room without speaking to you. I’m not here for a group hug—I’m here for mutual respect, personal space, and a shared understanding that I am, in fact, the main character. I do best with a confident, larger male who understands my leadership skills, or a very chill, older dog who has already retired from drama and poor decision-making. Alternatively, a passive dog who’s perfectly fine letting me run the show also works. (Leadership is a burden, but I carry it gracefully.) Could I be an only dog? Absolutely. I am more than capable of being your one and only fluffy monarch. That said, I do take cues from other dogs and occasionally enjoy their quiet companionship… as long as they remember their place in the hierarchy. In summary: I don’t need a best friend. I need a respectful coworker… or loyal subjects. Either works. Ah yes… the tiny, judgmental house panthers. I recently visited a grooming establishment that came equipped with not one, not two, but three cats. I observed them. They observed me. It was a whole unspoken documentary moment. Did I chase them? No. Did I cause a scene? Also no. I simply… took notes. My official stance? A dog-savvy cat who understands boundaries, respects personal space, and doesn’t go sprinting around like it’s auditioning for a wildlife special would likely be just fine. Ah yes… the small, unpredictable humans. I have met a 6-year-old. A calm one, which I’m told is somewhat of a unicorn situation. He was perfectly acceptable. I did not fear him, I did not object to his presence… I simply chose not to engage. Then… there was the 5-year-old. And how do I put this delicately… she had energy. A lot of it. The kind that makes one reconsider all life choices. I was not aggressive—I’m a lady—but I was very much in the “I would like to remove myself from this situation immediately” camp and opted for the great outdoors where peace and dignity still exist. So here’s my official statement: calm, respectful children who understand boundaries? Acceptable. Preferable, even. Tiny tornadoes of chaos and volume? I will politely excuse myself and go find somewhere quieter… like outside… or another zip code. I’m not anti-kid. I’m just pro-sanity. Energy level? A solid 6. Which means I’m not out here training for a marathon, but I’m also not a decorative throw pillow… although I do excel at that when needed. Adventure-seeker or homebody? I could enjoy adventures with a little more confidence, sure… but my true calling is a refined lifestyle that includes a quality couch, a respectable dog bed, and a backyard to patrol like the majestic guardian I am. I also take my neighborhood watch duties very seriously—front door surveillance is a full-time job, and frankly, I’m the best employee they’ve ever had. Temperament-wise, once I’m comfortable, I am the definition of zen. Peaceful. Grounded. The kind of calm people try to achieve through meditation apps but never quite reach. I coexist beautifully, patrol with purpose, and then return inside for a well-earned nap because balance is important. That said, I do have the occasional burst of playful energy—just enough to remind you I am still fun, just in a tasteful, not-chaotic way. I can be a bit sensitive and reserved at times, but nothing dramatic. I simply prefer to take in the world thoughtfully… like a wise, fluffy philosopher. Let’s discuss my living arrangements, shall we? I treat the yard as my personal sanctuary—my safe space, my kingdom, my place to conduct very important business like staring at squirrels and contemplating life. Could I eventually learn to embrace leash walks? Perhaps. But currently, I believe in private, dignified bathroom access. I do not perform on a leash. Thank you for respecting my privacy during this time. Now, onto my accomplishments, because there are many: I am fully potty trained—not once have I had an accident in the house. Yes, you may applaud. Kennel? Tried it once at the groomer. Walked in, laid down, handled it like a professional. Destructive behavior? Absolutely not. I have standards. At the end of the day, I’m truly the best girl. I can be a little hesitant at times, but give me patience and encouragement, and I will reward you with calm companionship, loyalty, and just enough personality to keep things interesting without turning your life upside down. So here’s the deal… if you’ve made it this far, congratulations—you’re clearly obsessed with me, and honestly? I get it. I am the perfect balance of calm, loving, low-maintenance royalty with just enough personality to keep life interesting (but not so much that you question your life choices). Now for the part where you prove you’re worthy… You’ll need to fill out an adoption application (yes, paperwork, I know—stay strong) so my people at Pyr Paws N Fluffy Tails Rescue can properly review you and pass your information along to my foster family. They take this very seriously… as they should. I am not going just anywhere. Once approved, you will then make your royal pilgrimage to Yukon, OK to pick me up. No, I will not be shipping myself. No, I will not be teleporting. If you want all of this—gestures to entire majestic self—you will come get it. Go ahead… apply at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app I’ll be here, on my couch, waiting to judge your application.

Well, well, well… look who finally found my profile. Took you long enough—I’ve just been over here perfecting the art of being an absolute angel. No big deal. Hi, I’m Mazie Sue—professional heart-melter, part-time shadow, full-time “where you go, I go” enthusiast. If you’re looking for a wild, high-speed, parkour-off-the-walls kind of dog… I regret to inform you, you’ve clicked on the wrong fluffy cloud. I specialize in the finer things in life—like quiet companionship, gentle tail wags, and making you feel like the most important human on the planet just by existing near you. My hobbies include: loving you, sitting near you, following you to the next room (for safety reasons, obviously), and loving you some more. I’m calm, I’m sweet, and I have mastered the ancient art of simply being. So if you’ve been searching for a best friend who doesn’t need to be the life of the party—just the love of your life… congratulations. You found me. 💛 If resilience were an Olympic sport, I’d have a gold medal, a parade, and at least one documentary narrated by someone with a very dramatic voice. I am 3.5 years old, 84 pounds of Great Pyrenees perfection… with a backstory that could make even the toughest humans go “okay wow, she deserves everything.” Let’s recap, shall we? I was picked up as a stray, because apparently someone misplaced 84 pounds of absolute treasure. Then of course there was the “mystery wound situation,” which turned out to be a ruptured tumor. I sat in the shelter, patiently waiting for someone to say “oh yes, that’s my majestic cloud dog,” but shockingly… no one showed up. Their loss. Truly. Then I made my way to rescue, where things got a little intense—in the “intricate mass removal surgery, long healing time, and everyone hovering over me like I’m royalty” kind of way. Turns out I had a grade 2 soft tissue sarcoma (fibrosarcoma, if we’re being fancy), which sounds very dramatic—and to be fair, it was—but here’s the part where I casually remind you that I handled it like an absolute queen. Bandage changes? Nailed it. Wound cleanings? Please, I was the ideal patient. Letting the vet staff do whatever they needed? I basically ran the clinic at that point. And now? My wound is healing beautifully, my lymph nodes are clear, there’s no evidence of spread, and thanks to the very enthusiastic removal of anything suspicious, the chances of it coming back are less than 7%. That’s right—I didn’t just go through the wringer… I came out the other side looking fabulous and statistically impressive. But here’s the real plot twist: through ALL of that… I never stopped being the sweetest, calmest, most loving soul you’ll ever meet. Not once did I decide to be difficult. Not once did I think, “maybe I’ll be dramatic today.” Nope. I chose kindness. I chose love. I chose to gently wag my tail and trust the humans helping me. So if you’re looking for a dog who has seen some things, handled it with grace, and still wakes up every day ready to love her people with her whole entire heart… hi. That’s me. Mazie Sue. Survivor. Sweetheart. Professional “I’ve-been-through-it-but-I’m-still-perfect” girl. 💛 How do I feel about other dogs, you ask? Well… I like to run a thorough background check first. You know, observe from a safe distance, gather intel, make sure they’re not unhinged. Standard procedure.So yes, I get along with other dogs. I just prefer a proper introduction process… and maybe a brief evaluation period where I silently judge them before deciding they are worthy of my friendship. Ah yes… the tiny humans. So far, my experience has been limited to a brief public appearance at the park—think of it as a meet-and-greet tour. A small human approached, likely drawn in by my undeniable beauty and calm presence (understandable), and what did I do? I stood there. Gracefully. Patiently. Like the well-mannered, emotionally stable queen that I am. Now, I haven’t lived with kids full-time yet, so I can’t officially say I’m running a daycare out of my future home—but based on my stellar performance, I’d say I’m off to a strong start. As long as the tiny humans understand that I am not a jungle gym and that my primary role is being adored… we should get along just fine. Ah yes… cats. The rumor. The legend. The species I have not yet had the pleasure of evaluating. Given my general vibe—calm, composed, and far too busy being a perfect angel—I suspect I’d handle the situation with my usual approach: observe, process, and decide whether they’re worth my time. But until I actually meet one, we’ll just call it “to be determined.” Energy level? I’d say a solid 5 out of 10—which in my world translates to: “I enjoy a good walk, but I am absolutely not signing up for a triathlon.” Balance, people. It’s called balance. Now, let’s talk about the car situation. Am I a little unsure about hopping in? Yes. Do I occasionally require a gentle boost, like the royalty I am? Also yes. But once I’m in there, I settle down like a pro. A little nervous at first, sure—but give me a minute and I’m curled up, minding my business, probably contemplating my journey and how far I’ve come. On a leash? Oh, I shine. Truly. I glide. I am elegance. I am grace. I walk like I’ve been professionally trained by someone with a British accent. My foster was “amazed,” but honestly… I wasn’t. This is just who I am. As for my lifestyle preferences—am I an adventure-seeker? Let’s not get carried away. I love my walks. I get excited, I’m ready, I’m thinking “yes, this is the moment.” And then… I come home, settle right down, and return to my true calling: being a peaceful, loving homebody. So if your idea of fun is a nice walk followed by quality couch time with a very devoted, very calm, very perfect dog… congratulations, you’ve found your match. Ah yes… the “what kind of home do I require” portion of my interview. Please take notes. First of all, I would very much appreciate a securely fenced yard. Potty trained? Obviously. I have standards. The kennel situation… I mean, I’ll tolerate it. I’ll be fine. But am I thrilled about being contained like some kind of peasant? No. I prefer my current arrangement, which includes multiple beds and choosing my sleeping location like the distinguished lady I am. Do I chew things I shouldn’t? Also no. I’m not out here redecorating your home with my teeth. Do I bark? Occasionally, yes—when there are suspicious backyard activities. Deer, critters, leaves that look at me funny… you know, legitimate threats. Otherwise, I’m actually quite quiet. So in summary: I’m well-mannered, low-drama, slightly opinionated, and deeply devoted. Truly not asking for much—just a loving home, a secure yard, and a lifetime supply of affection. Should be easy enough. 💁‍♀️ If you’ve made it this far, congratulations—you’ve just read the life story of a dog who has been through more than most, handled it with grace, and still wakes up every day ready to love her people like it’s her full-time job. I’m calm, I’m kind, I’m beautifully behaved, and I have a heart that somehow only got bigger through everything I’ve been through. I don’t need chaos or constant entertainment—I just need you. A soft place to land, a steady routine, and someone who appreciates a loyal, gentle soul who will be by your side through it all. So if you’ve been waiting for a sign… this is it. Hi. I’m the sign. 💛 Now, for the very official process (please read in your most serious voice): You will need to fill out an adoption application—yes, paperwork, I know, devastating. It’s almost like they want to make sure I end up with the absolute best humans. Once you’ve proven yourself worthy, they’ll send your application over to my foster family for review. Try not to be too nervous… I’m rooting for you. And when you inevitably fall in love and get approved, you’ll need to come pick me up in Claremore, Oklahoma. Yes, I will be waiting. No, I will not be shipping myself to you like an online order. Effort builds character. Go ahead… fill out the application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app I’ll just be here, being perfect and waiting for my happily ever after.

If I were a type of dessert, I’d be the marshmallows floating on top of a cup of hot chocolate— soft, white, slightly uncoordinated, constantly shifting around, and somehow always the best part of the whole experience. I am what happens when an emotional-support dessert gains legs and zero awareness of personal space. I bounce through life the way marshmallows slosh around in a mug—no sharp corners, no bad intentions, just vibes and enthusiasm. I love to play, I love my people, and I move with the confidence of someone who does not realize how much space he takes up. I genuinely believe I am a small, delicate creature. This belief is incorrect I am told. But my heart? Massive. My intentions? Pure. My sense of my own size? Absolutely nonexistent. So if you’re looking for a dog who is sweet, goofy, affectionate, and always the best part of your day…hi I am Bean and I am ready to be your next greatest love. I’m a 5 month old, 38lb male Pyr mix, which means I’m basically a baby polar bear who hasn’t yet realized he is going to be…well a big polar bear. I’m part of the Brew Crew, which sounds cool because it is...I mean, who doesn't like coffee-themed names? Anyway, my siblings and I didn’t exactly get the coziest start in life. We were found abandoned, and a very kind Good Samaritan took us in to keep us safe, but couldn’t keep us long-term—so they did the best possible thing and let us come to the fluffy butt program so we could find the happily-ever-afters we deserve. How do I get along with other dogs? Phenomenally. Five stars. Would recommend me. I love my siblings and my foster dog friends. Playing is my passion. Wrestling, running, and general goober activities are my specialty. I am what you might call a chunky monkey, but I remain deeply convinced that I am the same size as everyone else. This belief fuels my confidence. I have not personally met a cat. What can be confirmed is that I am friendly, curious, and generally assume everyone exists to either play with me or love me. If a cat is involved, I would likely approach with enthusiasm and zero awareness of personal boundaries… which may or may not align with cat opinions. Kid-wise, I have been around older teenagers. The tall, loud, fast-moving variety who smell faintly of snacks and sarcasm. I did great. I was friendly, happy, and exactly the same lovable goober I am with everyone else. That said, I am still young, enthusiastic, and built like a clumsy cloud with legs. I don’t mean to be a lot — I just bring a lot of joy at speed. So while teens are totally my vibe, smaller humans may require supervision until I learn that I don't always have to show love with my whole body. Energy Level: 6/10. Let’s be clear — I am not Aussie-crazy. I am not vibrating through walls. I am not herding furniture. I am not scheduling my own CrossFit sessions at dawn. I’m enthusiastic, social, and always ready to participate, but I also know how to chill when the vibe calls for it. I’m not wired. I’m not overwhelming. I’m just a happy, curious, slightly clumsy Pyr mix who wants to be included in whatever you’re doing — even if the action is just you opening the fridge. Especially the fridge. Am I an adventure-seeker or a homebody at heart? Let's just say that I love adventure — running, jumping, playing, zooming around. Outside time is thrilling. Yard time is excellent. Playtime is my calling. If there is space to move and friends to wrestle, I am in my element and living my best, bouncy life. But here’s the thing — once I’ve gotten my fun in, I’m also perfectly content to come back inside and settle. I don’t need constant stimulation or a packed itinerary. I just want to do something exciting… and then do nothing right after, preferably near my people. How would I describe my overall temperament? Hmmm, let's see here. I am, at my core, a giant goober. I love to play, I love to make people laugh (intentionally or not), and I move through the world with the confidence of someone who genuinely believes he is much smaller than he is. Where would I thrive best? A securely fenced yard. Could I technically survive without one? Sure. I am adaptable. But apartments and no-fence situations are a little like asking a toddler to “just sit still.” Possible? Maybe. Ideal? Absolutely not. I am potty trained in theory and schedule-dependent in practice. Listen — I am a puppy. A baby. A small marshmallow learning how time works. When I’m on a good, consistent schedule? I do well. When the schedule gets fuzzy? When humans forget that small bladders exist? Mistakes may occur. This is not rebellion. This is biology. Now, let’s be realistic for a sec. Puppy-proofing is recommended because I am curious, enthusiastic, and still figuring out which objects are toys and which ones are important to you emotionally. Socialization is also key. I want to grow up confident, polite, and well-adjusted instead of a large dog who thinks every situation requires full marshmallow enthusiasm. The more I experience the world (properly, positively, and safely), the better I become. And training? Very important because one day I will be big enough that you’ll want me listening when you say “sit” instead of saying, “Sorry, he’s friendly” while I enthusiastically greet someone. Put in the work now so that later even your grandma can brag about me to her friends like, “Oh yes, he’s so well-trained,” while I sit politely and accept compliments like the gentleman I was clearly meant to be. So anyway… if you’re looking for a sweet, goofy, marshmallow-with-legs puppy who has a personality that will have your friends saying, “Okay but… I love him.”— hi. It’s me. Bean. Your future best decision. All you have to do now is fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so the nice PPFT humans can send it to my foster family and confirm that you are, in fact, ready for this level of greatness. This is the part where you prove you’re serious about adopting an emotional-support marshmallow who occasionally forgets how big he is. Pickup will be in Norman, OK, because I am fancy but not a delivery service. Apply responsibly. I am Bean. And I am worth the paperwork. ☕🤍