Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Oklahoma

Meet Fletcher. The one-eyed wonder pup who’s got more personality in his fluffy little paws than most people do in their entire existence. He’s four months old, still figuring out how to operate those oversized puppy feet, and navigating the world with the confidence of someone who definitely didn’t just walk into a wall. (It was strategic, okay). This kid is an enthusiast—for life, for playtime, for naps that hit like a tranquilizer dart. He’s the definition of happy-go-lucky, which means he will absolutely fling himself into whatever adventure is happening, even if he’s not entirely sure where “straight ahead” is. Now, while Fletcher adores everyone and everything (seriously, this kid would probably be besties with a houseplant if given the chance), it’s important to note that as ridiculously handsome as he is… he won’t be for everyone. If you’re looking for an aesthetically perfect dog—Fletcher’s blind eye is clouded over, giving him a permanently mysterious, pirate-y vibe. If you need a dog with two pristine, symmetrical peepers for your Instagram aesthetic, keep scrolling. He’s not here to be anyone’s “before” picture. If you want a pup who’s mastered personal space—Fletcher believes in close proximity cuddles and will absolutely use you as a pillow. If you expect a dignified, serious dog—oh, bless your heart. Fletcher is a professional goofball, 100% down for belly rubs, awkwardly big puppy hugs, and flopping dramatically mid-play when his energy reserves hit zero. Fletcher may not be “perfect,” but if you ask him, he’s exactly what a dog should be—fun, loving, and always up for a good time. If you’re looking for a pup who makes life better (and funnier), he’s ready to be your one-eyed sidekick. 🏴‍☠️ Fletcher is a 4-month-old, 40lb male Great Pyrenees mix. Fletcher came to us from… well, let’s just say a less-than-ideal situation, which left him with an untreated eye injury. But don’t worry—our vet squad says his eye is healing, the pressure is normal, and for now, the plan is to let him keep rocking his ruggedly handsome look. Of course, it’ll need to be monitored to make sure it’s not causing him any pain, but at this time, it’s not recommended for removal. Now, Fletcher? He loves everyone. Dogs, people, cats—he’s an equal-opportunity friendship enthusiast. Strangers? Nope, those don’t exist in his world—just future besties he hasn’t licked yet. He desperately wants to play with the cats, who, in true cat fashion, would rather file a formal complaint. He’s also become quite fascinated by the house rabbit and is fully convinced that if we just let him out, they’d be the best of friends. (The rabbit disagrees.) He hasn’t been around young kids, but given his unbridled enthusiasm for life, he’d probably be a little too much for small children. Fletcher loves big, which is adorable but also a bit overwhelming if you’re under three feet tall. Older kids, teens, and adults, though? Prime candidates for his excessive affection. Now, let’s talk energy levels. On a scale from sloth in a food coma to squirrel on an energy drink bender, Fletcher lands somewhere around overfed house cat who occasionally gets the zoomies. He enjoys a good play session, but he’s also a firm believer in the art of napping. Fletcher is what we like to call a selective adventurer—he’s totally down for an outing if (and only if) there is an adoring audience waiting at the destination to shower him with love and attention. Hiking for the sake of nature? Hard pass. A trip to the pet store where every human within a 10-foot radius will tell him he’s the most handsome boy they’ve ever seen? Now we’re talking. Fletcher is not the dog for someone who wants an instant adventure buddy who leaps into the car and embraces spontaneity. If you’re looking for a pup who will gleefully hit the trails and chase the wind, he’s going to need some convincing. But if you want a dog who enjoys outings only when there’s something in it for him (i.e., adoration, snacks, and the chance to be told he’s a very good boy), then Fletcher is your guy. He’s perfect for someone who appreciates the balance of loving attention in public and lounging like a king at home, occasionally judging the world from the window like a retired celebrity. Fletcher is the golden retriever energy trapped in a Great Pyrenees(ish) body—big, goofy, and blissfully unaware of his own size. He hasn’t quite mastered the mechanics of using his back legs to gracefully climb onto the couch, so instead, he just kind of hops around and hopes for the best. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn’t. Either way, he takes it in stride, because Fletcher is the definition of a happy-go-lucky optimist who firmly believes life is just one big play session interrupted by occasional naps. This pup bounces between three distinct modes: 1) Floppy lounge lizard, draped dramatically across the floor, 2) Fluffy gremlin, zooming through the yard at full speed, ears flapping, occasionally tripping over his own enthusiasm, and 3) Relentless playtime promoter, enthusiastically trying to recruit his foster dog aunt and uncle into his grand plans. Whether they actually want to play? Irrelevant. Fletcher believes in persistence. Now, if you’re looking for a perfectly poised, refined dog who delicately interacts with his surroundings like a well-mannered gentleman—keep scrolling. Fletcher is not for you. He’s still figuring out how to exist in his ever-growing limbs, and his version of affection is slightly enthusiastic. Small children or fragile pets might find his well-intentioned love a bit much. However, if you want a dog who will keep you entertained and keep you laughing...this boy is it! Fletcher has a strict no water policy. Baths? Offensive. Rain? How dare you. Puddles? Absolutely not. He firmly believes he is a majestic, land-dwelling creature and should remain dry at all times. If you’re looking for a dog to frolic in the sprinklers with your kids, keep scrolling—Fletcher would rather stay inside and file a formal complaint. What does he love? Chew and tug toys. If it can be gnawed, chomped, or yanked in an epic battle of strength, he’s all in. But if you think for one second that he’s going to chase after a ball like some kind of retriever, think again. You yell "fetch," and he assumes you’re summoning the neighbor’s dog—because clearly, you can’t be talking to him. Fletcher views leashes and harnesses with the same enthusiasm a toddler has for putting on pants—completely unnecessary and an affront to his personal freedom. That being said, once he finally accepts that the leash isn’t some diabolical plot against him, we suppose he could make a decent apartment dog. Now, let’s be real—size matters. If your apartment is roughly the size of a shoebox, prepare to spend your days playing a never-ending game of “excuse me, Fletcher,” as you attempt to navigate around his large, sprawled-out self. He’s got a big ol’ bum, and he will place it exactly where it’s least convenient. However, if you’ve got enough space for him to flop dramatically, zoom occasionally, and nap without being constantly disturbed by your inconsiderate need to walk around, he’ll be happy. Thinking about adopting Fletcher? Fantastic! But let’s be clear—he is not for the faint of heart, the easily frustrated, or anyone who thinks puppies arrive pre-programmed with manners. Fletcher is a baby, which means his current skill set includes looking adorable, causing minor chaos, and thinking the world revolves around him. If you’re not prepared to raise a puppy (not just own one), then he is not your guy. First, socialization—Fletcher needs to meet new people, see new places, and learn that the world is not out to get him. If your idea of socialization is waving at your neighbors from the window while avoiding all human interaction, that won’t cut it. Fletcher needs exposure, not a lifetime of being a hermit. Next, training—Fletcher is not born knowing sit, stay, or that your expensive shoes aren’t chew toys. He will need structure, guidance, and someone willing to repeat commands. Oh, and potty training—it’s happening on his schedule, not yours. There will be accidents. If a little pee on the floor sends you into a meltdown, perhaps reconsider. Fletcher needs someone who understands that house training is a process, not an overnight miracle. And finally, let’s talk about puppy proofing. If the idea of a chewed-up phone charger(that you left out) sends you into a blind rage, then perhaps a puppy isn’t the right fit for your delicate soul. But if you’re ready to put in the time, effort, and patience to help Fletcher grow into the amazing dog we know he can be—congratulations! You may just be worthy of this big, lovable, slightly uncoordinated, and totally wonderful fluffball. Ready to add some fun, fluff, and lots of pirate jokes that only you’ll find funny? Fletcher’s your guy! But first, before you can start the never-ending supply of dad jokes and 'arr matey' references, you’ve gotta fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app —because obviously, we can’t just hand him over to anyone who stumbles across him on the internet (we know, bummer). Once that’s done, we’ll send it over to his fabulous foster family, who will then tell you how to scoop him up in all his derpy and lovable glory in Midwest City, OK.

Calling all ladies! Sick of men who promise the world but can’t even text back? Tired of falling for the “good ones” just to find out they still live with their mother and can’t commit to a fitted bedsheet? Have you sworn off the male species entirely, but maaaybe still want one around who worships you properly? Well, allow me to introduce Mumford—the only man who will never ghost you, never leave his socks on the floor, and never “forget” to take the chicken out of the freezer. He’s devastatingly handsome, a world-class cuddler, and will always be overjoyed to see you (unlike Chad from Tinder, who took six hours to reply with “lol”). He’s ready to be your ride-or-die—no red flags, no commitment issues, just pure, unconditional love. Interested? You know where to find him. 😏 I know, I know—Mumford sounds too good to be true. A loyal, loving man who actually listens, never forgets a date, and worships the ground you walk on? There has to be a catch, right? Well, ladies, here’s the tea: Mumford comes with a little baggage. Specifically, the kind that makes him immediately bark at men like he just found out they still text their ex. We don’t know what happened, but we’re pretty sure some guy did him real dirty in the past—maybe he promised him belly rubs and long walks, then bailed like a bad Hinge date. Maybe he called Mumford a “good boy” but didn’t mean it. Either way, Mumford is done with men. Like, full-on, "I’d rather live in a convent" done. He knows some men are decent (probably), but he’s not willing to risk it. What he is willing to do is pledge his undying love to a ladies-only household, preferably one where no guy is going to swoop in with empty promises and a lack of emotional maturity. If you and your bestie/roommate/mom want a man who actually loves you unconditionally (and won’t leave hair in the sink), Mumford is ready to commit. He’s been abandoned before—left in a shelter and almost lost his life because someone couldn’t see what a treasure he is. He just wants to fall for someone who won’t throw him away when the next “good one” comes along. If you’re ready for a love that lasts, Mumford is waiting. And trust us, he’s so worth it. Mumford is a 2 year old, 88lb male Great Pyrenees mix. Mumford is basically the perfect gentleman—if that gentleman occasionally forgets he’s not lap-dog-sized and has no concept of personal space. He gets along with all the dogs, though he’s a little shy at first—kind of like the new kid at school who waits to see if the cool crowd is accepting applications. He plays well with the resident Pyr (because, let’s be real, Pyrs have a “take it or leave it” attitude, and Mumford respects that). But instead of getting lost in the backyard zoomie chaos, he prefers to be inside near his humans, because what’s the point of having people if you’re not following them around like a shadow? As for kids? He does great with the tiny humans (ages 4 and 6), doesn’t mind their chaotic energy, and has yet to file an official complaint about being smothered in hugs. He’s gentle, but he does occasionally forget he’s not a teacup poodle and might bump into them like a fluffy linebacker. Oh, and speaking of personal space—he will put his paws on your shoulders and hug you like a long-lost lover in a rom-com. So, if you value things like “breathing room” or “not being lovingly tackled,” just be prepared. Mumford isn’t one of those guys who’s going to sit around gaming all day while you do all the emotional labor in the relationship. No, he’s down for whatever. Want to have a lazy movie night? He’s in. Want to go somewhere? Say no more—Mumford will never hit you with a “nah, I’m good.” In fact, just thinking about going somewhere has him sprinting to the garage like he’s late for a flight. He jumps in the car without hesitation and then refuses to come back inside unless you physically drag him away from his vehicular dreams. He lives for car rides—staring dramatically out the window like the lead in a coming-of-age film, or snoozing in the back seat like a seasoned road trip veteran. He tried being a co-pilot once, quickly realized that wasn’t his calling (navigation is hard), and demoted himself back to passenger status. However, when you stop the car, be ready, because he will find a way out—whether it’s squeezing past you like a fluffy torpedo or straight-up launching himself over your lap. If a car door is open, consider it an open invitation. Leash manners? Let’s just say he has places to be and sniffs to sniff, and your arm strength is simply not his problem. A harness would probably help, but honestly, he’s got a one-track mind when he’s on a mission. That said, he’s actually more of a homebody—he loves the adventure of a car ride but doesn’t need to be out socializing with the general public. If he were in a crowded place, he’d be that guy loudly expressing his opinions about everything. Mumford is the perfect mix of energy and laziness. He gets excited for a leash, but also considers naps a top-tier hobby. He loves playing with his foster brother, enjoys a good bone now and then, and has remained shockingly indifferent to toys (fetch remains an untested theory). However, if you have human food, he is absolutely down for an impromptu game of “let’s see if I can steal this before you notice.” Whether it’s from the counter, your plate, or literally your hand, he will attempt to acquire it. Bath time? Not a fan. He tolerated a trip to the self-serve dog wash but spent the entire time leaning dramatically against his foster like a man being forced to go to brunch with his girlfriend’s friends. Blow dryers? Hard no. We had to bring in some ear protection because apparently, that was the final straw. Apartment life? Possible. Backyard? Preferred. Bathroom habits? Let’s just say he values privacy—if you’re watching, he’s not performing. Unlike most guys, he doesn’t see this as a bonding moment where eye contact is necessary, and he certainly won’t try to hold a full conversation while doing his business. You can trust that Mumford is in fact potty trained, unlike some of the men in your past, he actually knows where to go and doesn’t leave messes for you to clean up. Mumford tolerates the kennel once he’s in it—kind of like how we all tolerate taxes and waiting for the microwave to hit zero. But getting him in there? That’s a different story. It requires strategy, speed, and a well-placed bribe. Toss a treat in, and he falls for it every time, charging in like he’s won the lottery—until he realizes he’s been bamboozled. That’s when you have approximately 0.3 seconds to close the door before he pulls a full-on reverse escape maneuver. Mumford isn’t just a dog—he’s an upgrade. Unlike your ex, he actually listens (sometimes), always wants to be around you, and will never ghost you for a “boys’ trip” that suspiciously includes his female coworker. Shoes? Okay, sure, he might steal them, but at least he’s upfront about it—no lame excuses like “Oh, I thought those were mine.” Trash diving? Yes, he treats your garbage like a buffet, but at least he appreciates the things you throw away, unlike your ex who never appreciated you. Counter surfing? Okay, so he helps himself to your food, but unlike your ex, he’s not pretending he wasn’t the one who ate your leftovers. And while he may be a little messy (yes, he does shed and does drool—think of it as free glitter and an organic moisturizer), Mumford will never leave his dirty socks all over the floor, forget your birthday, or claim he “just isn’t ready for commitment” while simultaneously moving in and eating all your snacks. In fact, he’ll gladly share snacks—okay, steal them, but at least he’s honest about it. He’s loyal, he’s affectionate, and most importantly—he will always be happy to see you. No mixed signals, no last-minute cancellations, just unconditional love. So, if you’re ready to upgrade from disappointing exes to a 10/10 good boy who actually deserves your love, Mumford is waiting. No games, no ghosting—just loyalty, cuddles, and a little bit of drool. Fill out an adoption app at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can pass it along to his foster fam, but fair warning—he’s in high demand (because duh, he’s perfect), so don’t drag your feet like your ex did when you asked him to define the relationship. And yes, you’ll need to pick up this handsome heartthrob in Yukon, OK. No, we will not be delivering him to your doorstep like an Amazon Prime package—this level of perfection requires effort. So, get that app in, gas up the car, and come meet your new favorite man.

Koda is a medium-sized Great Pyranees mix that showed up at a friend's door. We had him vet checked and neutered and made a part of our family. We have another dog, a Husky mix that Koda gets along great with. We also have cats, and he's perfectly fine with them. My adult daughter has a pit bull mix that Koda loves and plays with well when they visit. To the family members, he's the sweetest, most loving, gentle dog that you could imagine. However, he is reactive to new people into the home, but once he learns that they aren't a threat, he's good with them. He is reactive to cars coming up the driveway, delivery drivers, the mailman, and neighbors passing by on the street, We live on a 3 acre lot, over 100 yards from the street, but if he's not on a leash or trolley cable, he's at risk of charging passers by and barking very aggressively. We don't have a fenced yard. Koda would be a great dog in a fenced yard. He's very alert, not at all food motivated. He's good indoors and on lead.

Sandy and her brother, Oreo, came to our rescue after their family devastatingly lost their home to a fire. One of 7 puppies, Oreo and Sandy have been in a foster home since they were 9 weeks old. They are now big enough for adoption! This little cutie is so sweet and so playful!!

Oreo and his sister, Sandy, came to our rescue after their family devastatingly lost their home to a fire. One of 7 puppies, Oreo and Sandy have been in a foster home since they were 9 weeks old. They are now big enough for adoption! This little cutie is so sweet and so playful!!

Meet Blanco. This Handsome Great Pyrenees mix was picked up as a stray and went unclaimed. We think he is 1 or 2 years old. He is ok with cattle and has been around dogs and cats. He is a true gentle giant though he does like to give hugs so he will need some manner classes because at 102 pounds he could knock someone over if he isn't careful. Blanco is Neutered, microchipped, vaccinated and is Heartworm Negative. You can adopt him for $85.