Halden Hound puppies and dogs in Tulsa, Oklahoma

Am I a Pyr? Nope. Am I a polar bear? Not quite. Am I white? Definitely not. Am I fluffy? Well, let's just say, I'm not rolling in the clouds of fluff like my Pyr cousins. But am I stubborn? Oh, you bet I am. Do I have a guardian spirit? Absolutely. I'll protect you from all those nasty dyes and questionable ingredients in your food by taking the bullet... and eating it myself. You're welcome! My name is Howie. Now, I may not fit the "typical" fluffy butt profile you usually see in PPFT’s rescue, but that’s exactly what makes me one of a kind. In fact, I’m the first Beagle to ever grace the rescue, and oh boy, are they learning a lot from me! Like, for example, how much I love my food (it’s serious business). And don’t even get me started on rabbits. The moment I spot one, I transform from a regular dog to a full-fledged expert hunter, sniffing every blade of grass like my life depends on it. Now, I might only weigh 28 pounds, but when a rabbit is in my sights, I’ll pull like I’m a 100-pound polar bear who hasn’t eaten in days. Yep, don’t underestimate the power of a Beagle on a mission! Oh, and did you know we Beagles are serious jumpers? I mean, I could jump on the countertops if I really wanted to. I try not to, well, most of the time… but living with a Beagle like me? Let’s just say there’s never a dull moment. Expect some antics, some charm, and maybe a little mischief along the way! Let me tell you, my life used to be a little different than it is now. I was unceremoniously cast outside with a few of my housemates when my owner went into a nursing home(that is how I ended up in rescue because I happened to be with a bunch of fluffy butts and PPFT couldn't leave me behind). And let me tell you, we were not outdoor dogs. We’d never even touched grass before. So, imagine my surprise when I was suddenly left to fend for myself outside. It was like starring in my own nature documentary, but without the training or skills. Now, I know you’re probably thinking, “Well, if he was inside all his life, he must have some great house manners!” Haha, nope. See, I was never really taught anything—I just was. So when it comes to things like, oh, I don’t know… a leash? Well, we’re still figuring that out. I love walks, don’t get me wrong—they’re like mini adventures, full of exciting smells—but when it comes to walking properly, let’s just say I’m more of a zig-zag, loop-de-loop, pull-you-right-off-your-feet kind of guy. I’m out here hunting scents like it’s my full-time job. As for house manners? Well, here’s the thing—I’ve never been locked up before. I know, I know, sounds a bit funny coming from a guy who’s been literally locked up most of his life, but I’m not a fan of small confinements. Kennels? Oh, no. Not only do I not like being locked up in a kennel, I’ll actively work on breaking out of it. I’m like Houdini. I also have no love for being in small spaces by myself. Nope, I’m all about free-roaming, couch-napping, and keeping an eye on everything around me. Bottom line? No one puts a Beagle in a corner. ;) I guess you could say I’m a bit of a walking contradiction because, believe it or not, I actually think I could rock apartment living. Now, my future owner would need to be a serious walker who enjoys getting outside—oh, and probably needs to be strong too. But as long as I’ve got my people around and some space to move, I think I’d be pretty content in my “cozy” new world. I’ve also mastered the art of not pottying in the house. No accidents here, folks! But here's the thing—if my new family has a house with a backyard, it’s gonna need a tall, non-see-through fence. Why? Well, because if I see a rabbit, there is no stopping me. I’ll find a way over that fence faster than you can say “bunny!” I refuse to be bested by those pesky rabbits. Once I’ve thoroughly surveyed the yard to ensure it’s bunny-free—and don’t forget, I’ll also be letting everyone know that the yard is protected by my handsome, brave self through serenade—I’m totally down for a good snuggle session on the couch. Oh yes, I’m not shy about it—I’m a professional cuddle bug. If you’re looking for a cuddle buddy while you watch movies or read, I’m your guy. I’ll be the one napping right next to you, ready to listen to all your secrets. And don’t worry, I’ll keep them safe and sound—100% confidentiality guaranteed. Also, just a heads-up: if you adopt me, I’ll be following you everywhere. My nose is like a magical GPS, and even if you tried to run away from me, I’ll track you down. So for both our sakes, don't even try. ;) I’m the kind of guy who could spend hours sniffing around outside—seriously, I won’t even potty if I catch a whiff of something interesting. I’ll just stop, take it all in, and try to figure out what it is. But don’t get me wrong, I also love playing and having fun outdoors. When I’m inside, though, I’m all about the naps. You could say I’m a laid-back guy with a side of silly antics. I’m not super energetic, except for the occasional zoomies, but other than that, I’m pretty chill. Now, while I’m a sniffer, I’m definitely not a retriever. So, if you throw a toy, don’t expect me to chase it. I’ll saunter over, give it a quick sniff, and then go on my merry way for a new sniffing adventure, leaving the toy all alone. Hey, it had it coming for trying to run away. I do love toys, though—anything soft is mine, even if it technically belongs to the kids. It’s not my fault dog and kid stuffed animals look so similar! ;) Oh, and chewing on a good bone? Big fan. To sum me up: I’ve got a one-track mind when it comes to rabbits, and I’ll sniff, search, and track until every last lead is exhausted. Once that’s done, I’ll play with the other dogs for a bit, then curl up in a tiny ball with my people for a nap. Oh, and somewhere in between, expect me to hit you with some serious puppy dog eyes when food is involved. Mealtime makes me the happiest boy in the world! Surprisingly, I’m a big fan of car rides and will hop right in without hesitation. I might try to snag the front seat, but if that doesn’t happen, I’m perfectly content passing out in the backseat or gazing out the window. Adventure is my middle name, so I’m pretty sure I’d love tagging along with my new family on trips out in public. Just a heads-up, though—I can be a little reserved around new people at first. If they kneel down and give me some space to sniff them out, I’ll warm up pretty quickly. But I’m definitely not the type to want strangers running up to me. I might be adorable, but those pets? You gotta earn 'em! I do well with other dogs and have even started to play with them. However, I’m not totally dependent on doggy companionship, so if my future family spends a lot of time with me, I’d be perfectly happy as the only dog. As for purrinators... well, I haven’t met any yet, but I’m guessing that would be a hard “no.” To me, they probably look like bunnies in disguise, and I’d go full detective mode to track them down no matter where they tried to hide. So for their safety, I’m probably not the best roommate for them. But when it comes to kids? Heck yeah, bring them on! I’m a big(err that might be the little dog syndrome talking), loveable guy, and I think I’d make the perfect best friend for a kiddo. I’m sure we’d be thick as thieves, giving and receiving all the love. Who could resist me? So, I ask again—who could resist me? I’m on the lookout for my forever family, and while I know I might not be exactly what you had in mind when you came to this rescue, I hope you’ll take a moment to look into my eyes, read my story, and realize I’m exactly what you never knew you needed! I’m the kind of dog who will keep you on your toes, love you endlessly, and drag you into some wild, bunny-chasing adventures every now and then! Oh, and don’t worry about trying to fit me in around all the holiday chaos—I tested positive for heartworms, which was a bummer, but it’s to be expected when I wasn’t on prevention. The good news is that I’m already undergoing treatment and will be ready to go home by the second week of January. So, if that timeline works for you, well... I think we might just be the perfect match! Now, a little heads-up: I’m currently living it up in Oklahoma City, and that’s where my pickup will be! My new family will need to come scoop me up because we don’t do transports around here. So, if you're ready to meet me, pack your bags and get ready for the adventure of a lifetime! That is all for now! Love Howie

Introducing Remmie, the adventurous 8 year old Beagle mix who's still full of energy, and has a heart of gold! This charming gal is on a quest to find her forever family - could it be yours? Remmie gets along well with even the littlest humans. She walks very well on a leash and knows basic commands. She is well housebroken and just loves to be petted. She was raised in a house with cats and humans. What she doesn't love is other dogs. It took 2 weeks before she started to tolerate the other two hounds in her foster home. Remmie wants to be your one and only love ❤️ Alas, Remmie's always ready to shower her human companions with affectionate cuddles. Adopt Remmie!!

Some confuse Savannah for a young doberman but she is a coonhound! Having a rough start, she has had her tail amputated and her wounds are healing. She has gone from being terrified of even having music playing or the tv playing while muted, to a confident and goofy girl. After just 5 minutes of playing with her toys, she is ready to crash on the couch and binge her person’s favorite shows. We are still working on leash walking and not jumping but she is eager to please and it shouldnt take too much for her to be easy to handle. She does well with cats, especially if they dont mind her. If they hiss or bat at her, she will get excited and bark at them. I have one declawed cat that doesnt mind her one bit and they can pass each other with no incidents. My girls are a little more opinionated and she gets excited. Well socialized, enjoying the cool mornings sniffing around the park or trotting along her husky friends. Her foster sister likes her space but Savannah listens to the social cues given, without incident.