Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Jenks, 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

Meet Shalane, the 90-pound fluffy enigma that’s likely part Great Pyrenees, part Golden Retriever, and maybe just a sprinkle of Collie—like the canine version of a mixed salad that somehow landed in your dog park. This gentle giant isn’t just here to look pretty; she’s on a mission to be the most loyal footrest you’ve ever had, often choosing to station herself at your feet while you navigate the trials of daily life. Think of her as your personal canine companion and motivational coach—whenever you move, she’ll be right there, making sure you don’t forget to share your snacks. Now, let’s address the elephant (or rather, the fluffy cloud) in the room: Shalane takes a while to warm up to new doggy friends. If she were at a party, she’d be the one in the corner, quietly judging the small talk before deciding if she’d like to join the fun. But fear not! Once she feels comfortable, she can be quite the socialite, provided her potential dog pals are male and relaxed. However, when it comes to cats, let’s just say Shalane’s idea of a good time doesn’t include “sacks-of-meow.” Nope, they’re not invited to her party. As for kids, she’s the gentle giant who’s great with well-mannered little humans. Just remember, Shalane isn’t a fan of kids jumping on her like a trampoline, so some boundaries will go a long way. And when it comes to car rides, you’ll need to buckle her in tighter than a rollercoaster rider, as she’s known to chew through leashes faster than a kid demolishing a birthday cake. She is a bit of a homebody, Shalane loves lounging around and will station herself near you, keeping an eye out like the loyal guardian she is. She might even offer you her finest footrest as she lays her head on your foot while you cook. If you’re lucky enough to catch her at her best, you’ll see her playful side emerge in spurts, making your heart just about burst with joy and you see this girl start to open up. On the leash, Shalane is a bit of a power walker. She’ll pull like she’s auditioning for the canine version of “Dancing with the Stars” when she spots another dog, but when she’s not distracted, she’s a perfect lady. Training? She’s got potential! With some consistent guidance, she’s learning the ropes and making strides in her puppy education. Shalane's house manners are top-notch! She’s like the guest who comes over, eats all your snacks, and still remembers to say thank you. A true lady, she knows how to lounge gracefully on the couch without turning it into a crime scene. Sure, she might occasionally eye your favorite shoe like it’s an all-you-can-eat buffet, but who among us can resist a tasty sole? Crate trained and polite, she’ll quietly chill while you’re out, making her the perfect housemate who won’t judge your snack choices or loudly critique your choice of TV shows. Shalane’s past may have left her with a few emotional hurdles, but this big-hearted girl is determined to figure out “how to dog.” She’s ready to tackle her puppy emotions and behaviors with your help. The reward? A steadfast companion who believes that every day is a chance to learn, grow, and maybe steal your heart—along with the occasional shoe. 📍 Pickup Location: Norman, OK

Hi there future human! I’m Navy Wigglebutt, a 9-month-old Great Pyrenees/Husky mix, and let me tell you, life with me is like being the star of a rom-com where every day is a new adventure. I’m a happy-go-lucky pup on a mission to make the world my playground, and I’m looking for a partner-in-crime who’s up for some serious fun! Now, if you’re wondering what I’m like, picture this: I’m like a fluffy cloud with a dash of mischief, always eager to meet new friends—both human and canine! Seriously, I’m the social butterfly of the dog park. If there are other dogs around, I’ll be the one bouncing off the walls with excitement, ready for a game of tag or a good old-fashioned wrestle. I might not need a buddy to have fun, but having one would just make my shenanigans even more epic! I’m great with kids, though I can get a little bouncy, so if you have a little linebacker at home, we’ll be a perfect match! As for the cats, let’s just say I’m a little too curious for their liking. I mean, who could resist the urge to chase something that moves? But don’t worry; I promise I’m not a cat-tastrophe waiting to happen—just a playful soul who thinks every creature could be a potential friend! Let’s talk about my car skills. I may still need a little boost to hop in, but once I’m in, I’ll be the world’s best co-pilot. I’ll lay down in the backseat like a pro while we zoom around town, just keeping an eye on the scenery—and maybe barking at the occasional squirrel. When it comes to walks, I’m basically a canine explorer. I’m all about those leash adventures, soaking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the great outdoors. Hiking? Count me in! I’m the furry version of a GPS—always ready to take the road less traveled! As for my energy level, let’s just say I’m playful but know how to chill too. I love toys, especially the crinkly ones that make all the fun noises. And while I might occasionally dig at the dirt like a treasure hunter, my real mission is to be your loyal sidekick, ready to accompany you on all of life’s adventures. Now, I’m not saying I have a PhD in obedience, but I’m definitely treat-motivated and eager to learn. With a little guidance, I’ll be the star pupil of our training sessions—think of me as the doggie version of a “straight-A” student, but with more wiggles and less homework. Oh, you bet your favorite pair of socks I’m potty trained! You can count on me to make it to the great outdoors for my business—no embarrassing slip-ups here! Oh, and we can’t forget to chat about my current obsession: chewing! Yep, I’m in my “let’s gnaw on everything” stage, which is basically like having a toddler who just discovered the joys of a crayon box—everything looks like a drawing canvas. I’m pretty good at sticking to my toys, but I can’t resist a rogue stick I find in the backyard or, you know, that water hose that’s just begging for attention. I have so much fun playing in the water when my foster mom uses it, so can you blame me for thinking that me chewing on it would yield me some of that lovely water? News flash...it didn't! My foster mom says it’s all part of growing up, and while I’m just trying to perfect my gnawing skills, I’m learning that some things, like your favorite sandals, are definitely off-limits. With a little guidance and patience (and a steady supply of toys), I promise I’ll grow out of this phase and become the well-mannered companion you’ve always dreamed of. Until then, just know that my chewing adventures are all part of the charm that comes with adopting my handsome self. So, if you’re looking for a fluffy bundle of joy who will always be ready for a snuggle session, an outdoor escapade, or even just a Netflix binge with you (and let you know when something exciting happens on screen), look no further. I’m Navy Wigglebutt, and I’m ready to fill your life with endless love, laughs, and tail-wagging happiness. Let’s embark on this journey together, as long as you understand that I fully intend to be your "forever dog" and not just an "until dog". I deserve better than that, and just because life changes doesn't mean you need to toss me out! I would never do that to you, so please don't do that to me. I just don't know that my heart could take it. ❤️🐾 With lots of love Navy Wigglebuttt

Why did you leave me? Did you know that I waited for you? Did you know that I stayed in the same spot that you abandoned me in for THREE days? All I ever wanted was your love. No matter what you did to me, you were my person and I loved you. I had no idea what was happening when you loaded me up in the car and started driving. I tried to be brave though because you were there...and that meant that everything was going to be okay. It was strange to me when we stopped in the middle of nowhere and you took me out of the car. I was curious about all the different smells and tried to stay close...but I guess I didn't stay close enough because suddenly you were hopping back in the car and driving off. I tried to follow...I really did. My legs were too small though, my body was too weak. You had been forgetting to feed me for quite some time but that was okay. You had been letting me get eaten alive by parasites...so much so my fur started to fall out. But it wasn't your fault. Life gets busy. It must have been my fault when you left. Maybe I did something wrong? Maybe had I tried harder to chase after you I would have caught you. Surely, you would come back for me though. So, I waited. I went back to the spot you left me and stayed there. I had no street smarts so I didn't eat and I didn't leave. I just waited for you to come back for me...but you never did. With each day that passed, I felt myself withering away, and it was only because of a good samaritan that I was plucked off the streets and things changed for me. Now, I have found my way to PPFT and a loving foster home. I was diagnosed with mange and a bacterial infection. On top of that, I was severely emaciated and had already started to lose my fur. I was 5 months old when I made it to PPFT and because of you all I have ever known is pain, starvation, and abandonment. Things are turning around for me. I can feel it in my paws. My foster family is helping me heal. With them...I can be myself. I can truly be a puppy and every day that goes by I start to feel better. I can honestly say that I got the short end of the stick in my previous life, but I am not going to let that define me. The time has come to step into a life overflowing with love and boundless possibilities. I have been given a second chance, and I intend to seize it with all my heart. My name is Kalyn, and this may be where my story began but it is not where it will end. Hello future family! I am a 7-month-old, 38lb female Great Pyrenees/German Shepherd mix with legs so long they make me look like I’ve got a little giraffe in my DNA. Let me tell you, my ears are my claim to fame. With these beauties, I can hear every little sound and give you the most expressive looks that say, “Did you really just try to sneak a snack without me?” I know what you are thinking...if I am part Pyr, part Giraffe, and part German Shepherd, I am going to be huuuuuge. But I am going to have to stop you right there. I am only 38lbs right now at 7 months of age. Yes, part of it could be due to being so malnourished during my puppyhood but as of right now....I don't see myself getting bigger than maybe 60-ish pounds? So sure, I’ve got legs and ears for days, but don’t worry about me turning your house into a dog-sized obstacle course. With my calm demeanor and a preference for cozy spots, I’m more likely to blend in than bowl you over. Plus, I’ve got those adorable, floppy ears to distract you from any concerns about space. Trust me, I’m big on love, not on taking over the place! I’m what you might call a “calm connoisseur” – I love to lounge, preferably in a cozy chair I’ve recently claimed as my very own puppy throne. Now, don’t get me wrong, I do have my playful moments, bouncing around on my long legs like a little filly, but I’m really more of a chill girl who enjoys the quieter side of things. So, don’t expect me to turn into a marathon runner anytime soon....or ever. I’m more of a “Netflix and cuddle” type, with maybe the occasional stroll around the block. I’m great with other dogs, friendly as can be, but I’d be just as happy being your one and only fluffy sidekick. Cats? Well, they’re curious little creatures, aren’t they? I haven’t quite figured them out yet, but I’m open to negotiations. And kids? While I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting any yet, I’ve got a feeling I’d be the perfect gentle giant around them. I may need a little boost to get into the car (those legs of mine haven’t quite figured out the whole jumping thing yet). Once in, let's just say I have some pretty bad flashbacks and get worried that I am going to be left behind again and tend to get queasy rather quickly. I am hoping this is something my new family is prepared to work with me on though, because while my scars aren't visible...they are still there and will take time to heal. When it comes to leashes, well, let’s just say I prefer to take my walks at my own pace… like, really, really slowly. Hiking? I might be convinced, but only if it involves a lot of stopping to smell the roses – or anything else that catches my interest. Toys are my jam, though! I might not fetch them back, but I sure do love giving them a good chew. I’m am pretty much potty trained now, but the idea of a kennel isn’t exactly my cup of tea. Currently, I get to hang out in a room of my very own complete with toys, a doggie door, and lots of dog beds. And I’m pretty trustworthy around the house… for a puppy, anyway. I’m not much of a barker, and I haven’t shown much interest in digging or any of those other shenanigans that some pups get into. Really, I’m just looking for a calm, loving home where I can blossom into the best dog ever. So, if you’re ready to welcome a playful, cuddly, and slightly dramatic pup into your life, I’m here, waiting with my floppy ears and big dreams! But here’s the scoop: I don’t want to be an “until dog.” You know, the kind of pup that gets left behind when a new baby arrives, or when life changes, or if a move is in the cards. Nope, I’m looking for my forever home where I can be the center of attention for years to come! I can’t wait to find my perfect human who will love me endlessly—because that’s what I truly deserve. Adopting me means getting a loyal companion for life, and trust me, I’m worth every bit of fluff! 🐾❤️ ****I am being fostered in Sand Springs, OK.**** I am asking that my new family pick me up. I don't want to go on a long transport with strangers. I want to ride home with you...my new family. As long as you’re willing to be my forever, I’d happily travel to the other side of the country with you—just make sure we pack extra towels, because I might, uh, leave a little souvenir in the back seat. Road trips are all fun and games until someone forgets the Dramamine!

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

Hey there, future human! I'm Lexa—yes, the 92-pound bundle of beauty and fluff you've been hearing about. I'm a 3.5-year-old Great Pyrenees/Golden Retriever mix, but I like to think of myself as a masterpiece of mystery—part majestic mountain guardian, part golden goddess of the backyard. If you’re ready for a mix of loyalty, love, and some serious shedding (seriously, I'm like a walking tumbleweed), we might just be a perfect match. Now, if you’re wondering how I ended up in rescue, I’ll be honest—my story’s a bit rough. I have been through more than any dog should ever have to go through. My story, at least as far as PPFT knows, starts when I arrived at the animal shelter with an embedded rope in my neck—yep, someone thought it would be a good idea to leave me with that for who knows how long. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I had a few missing toes. And why? Because someone cruelly left me in a trap. A trap that I had to fight my way out of, losing a part of me in the process. My toes were actually STILL in the trap. Then add in that I was in the shelter, in poor condition and I needed a hero oh so badly. The shelter staff was really nice, but I needed a place to go. More so, I needed a second chance. A chance for a whole new life than the one I had been dealt so far. Thanks to a foster family stepping up for me, PPFT was able to welcome me to their fluffy butt program. Then came the radiographs... and let’s just say, even more of my past was revealed...and not in a good way. There’s blunt force trauma to my spine—what happened, I can't remember anymore and I really don't want to remember because I believe someone was very unkind to me. I may have a little limp in my step now, especially in my hind end, but I still run, I still play, I still love life. So, what’s a little gimpy when you’ve got a heart as big as mine? So, here’s the deal. I’m not the type of girl who rushes into new friendships. After everything I’ve been through, can you really blame me? I’m a little skittish around new people, and let’s just say—trust isn’t something I give out easily. It’s a process, okay? I’ll need time to warm up to you, especially if you’re a stranger. But don't take it personally, it’s just that I’ve learned the hard way that not everyone has my best interests at heart. When it comes to the outside world, I’m still cautious. I won’t let you pet me out there just yet—remember, we’re still working on the whole “trusting humans again” thing—but inside? That’s my safe zone, my comfort zone, and I’m totally up for some quality time. But you’ve gotta respect my pace. I’m a slow-burner when it comes to opening up, but I promise, I’m worth the wait. There’s not a mean bone in my body though. I’m all heart. I may be a little shy, but I’m not aggressive. In fact, I’m the kind of dog who’s still willing to see the best in people, even though I’ve been let down before. It just takes me a little while to believe again, especially when I’m outside in the big, scary world. But once I trust you? We’re golden(See what I did there? ;) Okay, so here’s the lowdown on my ideal housemates. I’d definitely do well with other dogs! If you’ve got a well-behaved canine who can show me the ropes and teach me that not everyone is a threat, I’m all in. I tend to follow their lead, so having a dog buddy around would make me feel more secure and comfortable. Plus, I’d love a pal to hang out with when my humans are busy. Cats? Yup, I’m good with them. I don’t plan on starting any interspecies wars or anything—unless that cat steals my spot on the couch, in which case, I’ll give them the stink eye. But no chasing, no drama, just mutual respect (and maybe some shared sunbathing spots). As for kids? Well, I’m more of a "cool older sibling" than the “toddler-friendly” type. Young kids? They move a bit fast and might freak me out. I’m like that one adult who avoids the kiddie play area at the park. But if you’ve got older, calmer kids who can handle my quirks and let me come to them on my terms, we’ll get along just fine. Think more "serene family dinner" and less "toddler tornado." Okay, let’s talk car rides. First things first, I need a lift. I’m not one of those dogs who jumps in the car with a "let’s go!" attitude. Nah, I need to be buckled in and secured—think of it like my personal safety protocol. Once I'm safely tethered, I’ll sit up and look out the window, probably giving you my best "what’s that?" face as we zoom by. It’s like my little version of sightseeing, except I'm not always sure I’m ready for the next adventure—if you know what I mean. Now, about going on public outings... Not quite yet. I’m a little nervous about new and unfamiliar places. Think of me as the dog who’d rather be curled up on the couch than at a busy café, trying to figure out why people are sitting outside in the cold with a cup of something that smells suspiciously like coffee. If you’re dreaming of taking me to the pet store or a social event, I’ll need a lot of patience, and I might just prefer to stay in my safe space for now. The world outside is a little overwhelming for me right now,. As for being a homebody? Oh, I’m your girl. If you’re all about cozy nights, lounging around, and binge-watching Netflix, I’m on board. My dream day includes some good snacks, a comfy spot to nap, and maybe a little petting from the people I trust. I’m more than happy to stay at home and let my inner introvert shine. When it comes to leash walks, I’m still figuring it out. I’ll walk with you, but I’m a bit nervous—kind of like the dog that wants to go for a walk but is a little unsure if it’s the right time to start trotting. I’m getting better, but we’ll take it slow and steady until I’m totally comfy strutting my stuff on a leash. When it comes to meeting new people... well, let’s just say I’m a little reserved. I’m like the wallflower at the party, watching everyone from the corner and warming up slowly. I need time to suss out new faces and make sure you're on the up and up. Okay, so here's the real deal with me and my energy level: Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve still got a playful side, but I do have an old spinal injury, so my back end’s a bit weaker than it used to be. I might not be able to keep up with the full-throttle zoomies forever, but trust me, I can run, play, and enjoy myself while it lasts. After a little bit, though, I’ll need to take it easy, maybe give my legs a little rest, and just hang out. You know, "Play hard, nap harder" is basically my motto. Overall though, I’m a balance of playful and chill. I’ll happily run around with my doggy pals for a little bit—toss the ball, chase them in circles, maybe even do some zoomies (yep, I’ve still got it in me!)—but then, after a few rounds, I’m ready to hit pause and just chill. Think of me like a fun, but laid-back buddy. I’m the dog who'll play for a bit, but then I’m all about lounging on the couch and enjoying some quiet time. So, here’s the thing: I’m not exactly a "city girl" type, if you know what I mean. I’m not a huge fan of leash walks (I mean, who really enjoys that whole “potty on a leash” thing?), so an apartment without a yard might not be my ideal scene. A big, fenced-in yard where I can just waltz out and do my business at my own pace? That’s my jam. The more space, the better. So, I’m definitely more of a "suburban backyard queen" than a high-rise apartment dog. I’m totally potty trained. No accidents here! I’ve got that routine down, so as long as there’s a yard, I’ll make sure to do my business outside, like a civilized pup. Kennel trained? Uhhh... Not so much. I'm just not a fan of being crated. It’s like asking a cat to enjoy a bath—just not happening. I prefer to hang out in the open and relax where I feel safe. Couch time? Sometimes, I’ll jump up there for a little snuggle session, but I get scared easily, and the couch feels like a whole new world sometimes! I like it, but I’m still figuring out how to truly own it. I’m a fan of toys, but only the ones you give me. I’m not into chewing on your shoes, furniture, or anything that’s not a proper chew toy. I know where the boundaries are, and I respect them. When it comes to barking, I’m like a Level 2 Guardian. I only bark when my fellow dog friends start it. If I hear something suspicious (or if they do), I’m all about alerting the troops. But other than that, I’m pretty chill on the barking front. I’ve earned my freedom in the house. You can trust me to have free roam of the house without turning it into a disaster zone. I’m more about quiet time and snuggles than causing trouble. Okay, here’s the deal: I’m not looking for just any home—I want a forever home. Not an "until" home. I don’t want to just be part of your life for a little while and then sent packing when things get tough. No way. I’m in this for the long haul. I’ve been through enough in my short time here to know that I deserve to be loved, cared for, and accepted for who I am—quirks, scars, and all. So, when I find the right people, I’ll give them everything I’ve got: loyalty, love, and all the cuddles I can muster. But here’s the catch—I need someone who gets that, too. I’m not a "trial run" kind of girl. I want to be your best friend, your sidekick, your forever dog. So if you’re looking for a lifelong companion who will love you fiercely and always have your back, I’m your girl. Forever, not until. 💛 So what happens next? Well, I would hope that you would submit an adoption app for me. You can find the app on the rescue's website, message them for it, or find it in the comments below. I am being fostered in ✨Kiowa, OK✨ so if you live outside the area..no worries. Just be prepared to pack for a road trip because this rescue doesn't send us on transports. So, both they and I will be expecting you to come pick me up. And what better way to start the bonding process than with a road trip?! With my heart full of hope and my tail wagging at the possibility, Lexa