Saint Bernard puppies and dogs in Pryor, Oklahoma

Our adoption fees have dropped until March 1, 2025 in honor of puppy love, and we're practically bursting with excitement to introduce you to your new best friend! 💕 🐾 Seniors – Now a sweet $125 (was $150)! Looking for a laid-back cuddle buddy? These golden oldies are all about giving love and getting belly rubs. Oh look, another senior dog abandoned like last year's New Year's resolution—how original. If you've been following along, you already know that nothing boils my blood quite like people dumping their senior dogs. I mean, really? These dogs dedicate their entire lives to their humans, only to get kicked to the curb when they need love the most? It’s like canceling your grandma’s birthday party because she got too many wrinkles. And then there’s sweet Patsy. Not only was she abandoned, but she was literally skin and bones when she arrived at the shelter—so emaciated that you could count every rib without even trying. She was lethargic, barely interested in food, and just done. And can you blame her? She was found wandering alone, and when animal control picked her up, she tried to go inside a house—because, bless her heart, she probably thought her people were there. A note was left, but no one ever came looking for her. By the time she made it to her foster home, she was so sick that we and the vet genuinely weren’t sure if she’d pull through. But here’s the thing about Patsy: she’s a fighter. And despite being let down in the worst way possible, she’s still got so much love left to give. As for Patsy’s previous owners? We’re leaving them in the dust where they belong. They don’t get another ounce of power over her life. Instead, we’re on the hunt for the absolute best home for this girl—the kind that will spoil her beyond reason, shower her with love, and actually deserve the privilege of having her. Because Patsy deserves to live her golden years like the queen she was always meant to be. 💖 Patsy is a 9-year-old, 90lb Saint Bernard, which, if you know anything about Saints, means she’s probably about 30lbs underweight. She’s been slowly putting on weight, but trust me—once she’s back to her full glory, she’ll be tipping the scales well over 100 lbs, as nature intended. Now, let’s talk about Patsy’s personality. This girl is an angel of a dog, and by angel, I mean she spends most of her time peacefully lounging like a divine being that has transcended all earthly concerns. She’s great with other dogs, as long as they respect her life goal of maximum relaxation. If you're looking for a buddy to keep your hyperactive dog entertained—yeah, that’s not Patsy. Your zoomie-loving pup is going to be sorely disappointed when she gives them one slow blink before going back to sleep. As for cats? She hasn’t officially met one, but based on her general attitude toward life, we suspect she’d give them a look of pure indifference and then return to doing what she does best—lounging. Kids? Sure, she’d be fine with them, but let’s get one thing straight: while Saints have a reputation as nanny dogs, Patsy has no interest in babysitting your tiny toddler. If your child thinks “playing” means screaming, bouncing off the walls, and trying to get Patsy to engage in chaos—please, for the love of all things fluffy, keep scrolling. Patsy is here for peace, gentle pets, and admiration. Patsy wants to love car rides, but right now, she’s mostly just confused about why the giant rolling box is making so much noise. She’ll need a lift into the car because, let’s be honest, she’s not about to make that jump herself. Once inside, she’ll immediately try to ride shotgun because, clearly, she is the most important passenger, and why would she sit in the back like some commoner? She does need to be buckled or tethered unless you enjoy the thrill of a 90lb backseat driver trying to navigate for you. And while she’s still a bit nervous and pants like she just ran a marathon (which, let’s be real, would never happen), she might warm up to the idea once she realizes the car leads to fun things like treats and adoration. Public outings could be a thing for her eventually, but for now, she’s more of a “let’s stay home and avoid the chaos” kind of girl. If you’re looking for a social butterfly to parade around town, she’s probably not your girl. A homebody life suits her just fine, and honestly, she’s not looking to change that any time soon. Leash walking? Yeah, no. That’s still a work in progress. Right now, the leash is just a weird rope humans insist on attaching to her, and she’s not entirely sure why. If she must go for a walk, expect some hesitation, some nerves, and possibly a look of betrayal when she realizes she has to participate in this whole “exercise” thing. Meeting new people is more her speed, though. She’s reserved but polite, like an elderly woman who tolerates social gatherings but really just wants to go home and put on her comfy slippers. She won’t be jumping all over strangers like an attention-starved golden retriever, but she’ll happily accept gentle pets and compliments—because obviously, she deserves them. Patsy’s overall vibe is what you’d expect from a dog who’s been through some things—calm, laid back, and conserving her energy for the truly important things in life, like naps and mealtimes. She’s basically a retired queen who has no interest in drama, chaos, or unnecessary movement. So far, her daily recreational schedule consists of napping, more napping, and the occasional repositioning to optimize her comfort level. If she were a human, she’d have a collection of orthopedic slippers and an unreasonable attachment to her favorite recliner. Every now and then, though, there’s a glimmer of something more. A little tail wag, a brief moment of what could be playfulness—like she’s debating whether it’s worth the effort before deciding, “Nah, maybe later.” It’s as if she remembers a time when running around was fun, but now she’s just here for the soft blankets and a quiet life. One day, she might fully commit to the idea of play, but for now, her top hobby remains perfecting the art of looking effortlessly elegant while snoozing. Patsy could absolutely live in an apartment—as long as it’s on the lower level and doesn’t involve stairs because, let’s be real, she is not about that climbing life. If there’s an elevator, she might consider it, but otherwise, she’s putting in a formal request for ground-floor accommodations. She is potty trained because, despite her rough past, she still has standards. Kennel trained? Technically, yes. But does she like it? Absolutely not. She tolerates it the way we tolerate slow WiFi—begrudgingly and with a dramatic sigh. She does get on the couch, because obviously, that’s where she belongs. If you were expecting a Saint Bernard that respects “no furniture” rules, you’re in for a reality check. She is not a destructive chewer, nor is she interested in landscaping—your yard will remain hole-free under her reign. She won’t be scaling any fences either, because that would require far too much effort. Patsy is also a rare unicorn in the world of large breeds—she does not bark just to hear herself talk. While other dogs may feel the need to narrate every little thing happening outside, Patsy has taken a vow of silence, only breaking it for the truly important moments (probably food-related). She can be trusted with free roam of the house because, quite frankly, she doesn’t have the motivation to get into trouble. If you’re looking for a dog that will redecorate your living room or unstuff your couch cushions, you’ll have to look elsewhere. Patsy is far too dignified for that nonsense. So, if you're looking for a dog who won’t destroy your house, bark your ear off, or require you to run a daily marathon just to keep up—congratulations, you’ve found her! Patsy is the perfect mix of low-maintenance and high-class, and she’s ready to bless your home with her presence. Now, before you get too excited—yes, you do have to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app. No, she will not just magically appear on your doorstep like a fluffy Amazon Prime delivery. Once you’ve proven you are worthy of being her personal butler—I mean, loving adopter—we’ll send your info over to her foster family for final approval. And yes, you will need to come to Purcell, OK to pick her up. Patsy does not do shipping. Apply now, and let’s get this girl the forever home she actually deserves!

Is personal space overrated? Do you dream of a life where a 109-pound, drooling love machine is constantly by your side? Well, congratulations—the perfect match has arrived! Maggie Marie, a 2-year-old Saint Bernard, originally graced the rescue with her presence back in October and was quickly adopted because, well, look at her—she’s basically a living, drooling teddy bear. But Maggie, being a connoisseur of friendships, decided she had standards when it came to her canine companions. She adored the family’s Golden Retriever—cuddling, playing, probably sharing deep secrets—but the Lab? Hard pass. In her expert opinion, he was unworthy of her royal companionship. Despite everything else being picture-perfect, Maggie made it very clear that this particular Lab would never be getting a seat at her lunch table, Mean Girls-style. And because world peace wasn’t on her agenda, her adopters had to make the heartbreaking decision to return her. Maggie Marie gets along well with other dogs and absolutely adores kids. She has proven it time and time again in both her former foster home and her adoptive home. So why, then, does she insist on treating the Lab in her current home like that one coworker whose very existence is offensive? No one knows. Maybe he chews too loudly. Maybe he looked at her funny. Or maybe, like the rest of the world, she’s just selective about who makes it into her inner circle. One thing is for sure—she has no issues cuddling, playing, and being besties with the other dog in the home. As for cats—Maggie has been around them before, and let’s just say she finds them very interesting. If given the chance, she will absolutely chase them, though her intentions remain a mystery. Is she just being playful, or is she applying for a role in the next National Geographic special? The office cat, having mastered the art of staying one step ahead, has yet to provide a definitive answer. On the bright side, Maggie doesn’t actively seek him out or treat the litter box like an all-you-can-eat buffet, so honestly, that’s already a win. Kids, however, are 100% Maggie-approved. She loves playing tug-of-war, wrestling, and acting as the self-appointed trampoline referee. She walks beautifully on a leash for a 7-year-old and spends her nights flopping dramatically onto the 12-year-old’s bed like she’s claiming her rightful throne. The kids adore her, and she soaks up every second of attention like it’s her life’s purpose. When it comes to new people, Maggie is a total extrovert. She goes to work every day, meets strangers like they’re long-lost friends, and generally assumes all humans exist to adore her. Maggie’s energy level is a solid 7 out of 10—essentially, she’s the perfect mix of “let’s go on an adventure” and “let’s binge-watch an entire season of something and forget about it in a week.” She has enough pep to keep up with whatever is happening but also has a deep appreciation for the fine art of napping. She rides to work like a seasoned commuter—no leash needed, just hops in like she has an important meeting to attend (which, let’s be honest, is just her daily performance review of belly rubs). In the car, she’s either fully committed to the “ears flapping in the wind” aesthetic or sprawled out in the back like she’s on a long-haul flight. Either way, she’s a fantastic co-pilot—assuming actual navigation assistance isn’t needed. She loves walks, and here’s the kicker—a 7-year-old can walk her with zero issues. No pulling, no dramatic flopping, no impromptu squirrel-chasing detours. She just happily trots along like the very good girl she is. Now, she hasn’t encountered other dogs on walks yet, but based on her personality, there’s a solid chance she’d want to charge over and introduce herself. Bottom line? Maggie is up for anything. Road trips? Yes. Walks? Absolutely. Couch potato life? Sign her up. She’s not picky—she just wants her people, wherever they are. Maggie Marie is the ultimate oversized lap dog—completely unaware of her size and fully convinced she can curl up like a five-pound Chihuahua. Personal space? Never heard of it. She has the perfect mix of playful chaos and professional-level snuggling skills, making her both a personal gym partner (thanks to endless games of tug-of-war and backyard zoomies) and a built-in weighted blanket for nap time. Now, for those thinking, Oh, I’ll just take her on some nice leash walks instead of having a yard—yeah, no. Maggie requires a securely fenced yard. Without one, her adopters will either become the fittest people in the neighborhood from chasing her down, or they’ll find themselves making awkward introductions to neighbors as they explain why a giant Saint Bernard is now lounging in their flower bed. Leash walks are great, but they won’t cut it—Maggie needs room to roam, explore, and occasionally pretend she’s in an Olympic sprinting event for absolutely no reason. Maggie Marie is a well-mannered lady. She knows basic commands like sit, stay, and lay down. Potty trained? Absolutely—she’s a classy gal. Kennel trained? Her previous foster used one, and she did fine, but in her current home, she’s living that free-range lifestyle. As for the couch—that’s her throne. She loves it, claims it, and will absolutely act offended if anyone even thinks about suggesting she move. It’s basically her happy place, so future adopters should just accept that they now own an oversized pillow that occasionally snores. Mischief? Not her thing. No chewing, no counter surfing, no trash diving—a true lady does not partake in such uncouth behaviors. Barking? She’s more of a casual commentator—only speaking up when she needs to go out or when she feels obligated to alert her humans that, yes, the Amazon package has arrived (you’re welcome). Sleeping arrangements? She alternates between the bed and the couch, depending on how generous she’s feeling with her snuggles. Either way, she stays close, because her people are her people. And when left alone? Maggie free-roams the house like a responsible adult. No separation anxiety, no chaos, no surprises—just a very good girl waiting for her favorite humans to come home. Listen, if you’ve made it this far and haven’t already decided that Maggie Marie is your new best friend, I’m honestly a little concerned. What more do you need? A billboard? A skywriter? A PowerPoint presentation detailing why she’s amazing? Lucky for you, adopting her is way easier than all that—just fill out an adoption app at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app, and we’ll get it over to her foster family faster than she can claim a prime spot on your couch. But fair warning: Maggie Marie isn’t about that “doorstep delivery” life. If you want to make her yours (and let’s be real, you do), you’ll need to head to Norman, OK, to pick up your new ride-or-die. So what are you waiting for? An engraved invitation? This is it! Go fill out that app before someone else swoops in and steals your future cuddle buddy. You’ve been warned. 🚀🐾