You know what’s absolutely tragic?
When a drop-dead gorgeous, practically perfect gentleman of a dog ends up homeless. Like, seriously—Maverick should be sipping puppuccinos on a velvet chaise, not stuck in a shelter. There is zero reason a dog of his caliber should have found himself in need, yet here we are. And, of course, he didn’t just land in any shelter—no, he ended up in one that’s always overflowing. Thankfully, his foster mom took one look at his ridiculously handsome face and said, “Nope, not today, fate!” So, while we may never know what kind of questionable life choices or human failings led to Maverick needing a second chance, we do know one thing: It’s time to find this boy the absolute best home because anything less would be a crime against dog-kind.
Maverick is a very handsome, very dapper, and completely oblivious 2-year-old, 83lb Great Pyrenees mix. Essentially, he’s a giant toddler in a fluffy suit who loves everyone and firmly believes that personal space is a myth. If you ever dreamed of having an 83lb weighted blanket that breathes directly into your face, congratulations—Maverick is your guy! He's the overenthusiastic type, the kind of dog who sees a new friend in every living creature (whether they like it or not). He’s currently enrolled in a crash course on "Not Everyone Wants to Be Your Best Friend Immediately" courtesy of his foster sibling, who is patiently teaching him that not every dog appreciates being steamrolled by 83lbs of unfiltered excitement. As for cats? Well, he hasn’t officially met one, but based on his very strong opinions about them during walks, let’s just say he’s not lining up to join the Cat Appreciation Society. Would he chill out if he had to live with one and be forced into a peace treaty? Probably. But we’re not making any promises on behalf of the feline delegation.
Now, onto Maverick’s unforgivable crime against humanity—the reason he was surrendered. Brace yourself. He got mouthy with the family’s kid. Did he cause bodily harm? Nope. Did he likely just give a warning because tiny humans can be, well, tiny menaces? Most likely. But instead of working through it, his former family decided to send him packing. So, while we’re fairly certain it was more of a “Hey, tiny human, knock it off” moment rather than an act of pure malice, it’s probably best that he goes to a home where kids aren’t the grabby, climb-on-dogs-like-they're-playground-equipment type. Maverick is a total social butterfly—the kind who flutters into your life at full speed with all the grace of a wrecking ball. He loves meeting new people and assumes every human he encounters has been put on this earth specifically to adore him. Personal space? Never heard of it. If he could physically merge into your body just to be that much closer, he absolutely would. We’re currently working on the whole “maybe don’t launch yourself at people like an 83lb torpedo of love” thing. Progress is being made…slowly.
Maverick’s energy level sits at a solid 8 out of 10, which means he has just enough fuel to power through a day of adventure but might eventually decide that napping is acceptable. If he were your road trip buddy, he’d be the overexcited co-pilot who starts out staring thoughtfully out the window like he’s contemplating the meaning of life but quickly shifts into the role of slightly anxious backseat acrobat. While he typically hops into the car just fine, he sometimes pauses, dramatically waiting for a boost before finally accepting that his legs, in fact, do work. When it comes to leash walking, Maverick falls squarely into the “strong-willed explorer” category. He zigzags like he’s tracking invisible treasure, occasionally pulling like a wannabe sled dog but getting better every day. A prong collar helped give him a reality check, and now he can even be walked alongside his foster sibling without too much chaos. However, he does have a rather strong opinion about unusual street activity—if someone is acting strangely or revving up a chainsaw, Maverick’s first instinct is to channel his inner racehorse and attempt a swift exit. Maverick thrives on outings and is not the kind of dog who will just lounge around the house and entertain himself. If you work from home and think he’ll be content just existing in the same space as you, think again. After about an hour or two, he will remind you that you are, in fact, neglecting your duties as his human activity coordinator. His foster sibling's presence does nothing to help this—because Maverick doesn’t just want a buddy, he wants you. If you’re looking for a dog who will be thrilled to accompany you on hikes, coffee shop visits, and any adventure where he can insert himself into the action, he’s ready to ride shotgun. If you’re hoping for a couch potato who silently judges the world from the window, you might want to keep looking.
Maverick’s temperament? Oh, he’s definitely the main character—the kind of dog who assumes the world revolves around him, and honestly, he’s not wrong. If you’re looking for an independent, low-maintenance pup who will entertain himself quietly in the corner, Maverick is not your guy. This dog is here for attention, admiration, and playtime—whether it’s with you, another dog, or, in moments of desperation, his own tail. He’s a total goofball, flinging sticks and toys into the air like a one-dog circus act. If he’s feeling particularly jazzed, he’ll throw in some enthusiastic chomping (on nothing in particular, just a signature chomp chomp of excitement). As for hobbies, Maverick’s all about walks—long, exciting, let’s go see the world walks. He’s a certified social butterfly, greeting dogs and people alike with the enthusiasm of someone who just won the lottery. Toys? Meh, they’re cool if you’re playing too, or if another dog has one (because obviously, that makes it way more interesting). Water is still an unknown, but given his enthusiasm for just about everything else, there’s a 50/50 chance he’ll either be a majestic water-loving creature or act personally offended by the mere suggestion of getting his paws wet. Living arrangements? He’s flexible. A fenced yard is nice but not required—mostly because he doesn’t seem to care about being outside unless you’re out there too. He’s not the type to entertain himself in the yard for hours; he’d much rather be wherever his people are, preferably in the middle of whatever they’re doing. Apartment life? Totally doable, as long as his social calendar is full of daily walks and quality time with his adoring fans (a.k.a. everyone he meets).
Maverick is technically familiar with commands—he’s got “sit,” “shake,” and “come” down, but “stay” and “down” are still pending review. Whether he chooses to follow them at any given moment? Well, that’s between him and his mood. Let’s just say he’s got selective participation skills. What did you expect though, he is a Pyr not a zoned in Border Collie waiting for your every command. ;) Potty trained? Yep, nailed it. But kennels? Oh, kennels are the enemy. Maverick doesn’t just dislike the crate—he actively plots against it. He’s broken out of multiple, even with carabiners reinforcing the locks. He’s also cracked the code on childproof gates, making them look about as effective as a wet paper towel. If containment is your thing, Maverick is not your guy. I suspect he had a less-than-pleasant crate experience in the past, so we’re working on rebuilding his trust. For now, his stance is clear: No walls shall hold me. As for the couch, you’d think a dog with his level of rebellion would be all about claiming the best seat in the house, but nope—Maverick is a floor guy. Despite seeing other dogs lounge in comfort, he remains steadfast in his belief that the ground is where he belongs. Maybe he’s humble, maybe he’s just weird, but at least you won’t have to fight him for couch space. Chewing? Not a huge problem—unless you happen to be a rain gutter extension. Maverick has taken it upon himself to liberate my gutter multiple times, treating it like the ultimate DIY tug toy. Despite my repeated attempts to reattach it and gently suggest he choose literally any other hobby, he remains committed to his cause. He also tried his paw at landscaping, digging a single hole before deciding the whole “excavation” thing wasn’t for him. Barking-wise, Maverick takes the role of casual commentator. He’s not out here reporting on every single leaf that falls, but if he sees or hears something worth noting, he’ll chime in. Unlike some dogs, he doesn’t feel the need to join in every barking frenzy, which makes him at least slightly more refined than your average Pyr. At night, Maverick believes in companionship, but on his own terms. He’s not a blanket thief or a bed hog, but he must sleep in the same room as a person. You know, for supervision purposes. He’ll happily take his own bed, just as long as he’s within optimal human proximity. Because at the end of the day, he’s just a big ol’ softie who just wants to be close to his people.
If you’ve made it this far, congratulations—you’re officially in too deep to turn back now. The only logical next step? Submitting an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app. Seriously, why are you still reading this? Maverick isn’t going to adopt himself. Fill out the app, send it our way, and we’ll pass it along to his foster so they can give you all the important details—like how soon you can come scoop him up in Norman, OK. Don't delay; Maverick is patiently (okay, impatiently) waiting for his ride to forever! Apply now! 🚀🐾
