Great Pyrenees puppies and dogs in Oklahoma

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Introducing Lancelot: the knight in fluffy armor who’s definitely ready to conquer your living room... one stuffed animal at a time. This noble warrior spends his days rounding up every single plush toy in sight and stashing them in his kennel—because who needs to leave the kingdom of toys when you can hoard them all in your fortress? By sunset, you'll find him surrounded by an empire of 20 stuffed animals, each with their own story of daring rescue (or maybe just squeaky fun). When he's not on his royal mission to collect the fluffiest of creatures, you can find him happily chasing after his ball outside, living the dream of a knight who knows how to play... and nap in between conquests. Lancelot is a 4-month-old, 30lb male Great Pyrenees mix, and let’s just say, this little knight is really living his best life. He’s totally chill with other dogs, but like any true knight, he needs a moment to vibe with them first—just to make sure they’re not trying to steal his crown or, I don’t know, start a rebellion. Once he’s cleared that hurdle, he’s all in for some serious playtime. As for the legendary “purrinators,” Lancelot is fascinated. He’s absolutely convinced that cats are tiny, fluffy dragons sent to test his bravery, so he’s on a constant quest to figure out what exactly they’re up to. He’s never met any young kids, but we’re pretty sure he’d treat them like royal subjects—guarding their stuffed animals like they were his most prized possessions, which, let’s be honest, he probably thinks they are. So, if you need a knight to defend a kingdom of plushies, Lancelot’s your guy. Lancelot is more the “mysterious stranger brooding in the corner of the tavern” type than the social butterfly. When it comes to meeting new people, he won’t be charging in for hugs or doling out high-fives like your local golden retriever. Nope—Sir Lancelot prefers to dramatically tuck his tail, retreat like a fluffy shadow, and silently question your worthiness from a safe distance. Basically, if you're not a stuffed animal, you’ve got some serious winning over to do. Lancelot’s energy level is the perfect balance between a sloth and a tortoise—so, about a 5 out of 10. He’s really not in a rush to do much of anything except sit there and contemplate life...well, and collect toys...that is pretty important too. He’ll just sit there, pondering life, while the world passes by. The leash? Oh, don’t get him started. It’s still a mystery to him, like trying to explain algebra to a toddler. He’s not quite sure about it, but we’re working on it. When it comes to car rides, he’s like a cat at the vet—needs to be picked up and placed in the car like a royal cargo, but once he’s in, he settles in as if he’s in first class, ready to cruise. Now, when it comes to adventures, we’re pretty sure he’ll be down for them—once he figures out humans aren’t a dangerous species. Right now, he’s a bit of a shy guy. But don’t worry, we’ve cracked the code for him. For example, if you open a door, just turn around and pretend you’re not interested in him—then he’ll come right in. Just make him believe it is all his idea...really... it's just like trying to get your partner to do something! He also loves playing with a ball outside, but don’t expect him to return it. He’s more into the ‘I’ll watch you throw it and then go get it myself if I feel like it’ approach. Lancelot is potty trained—a true prodigy, really. He’s mastered the ancient and elusive art of doing his business outside like a civilized gentleman. We know, it’s impressive. Go ahead and alert the media. While other pups are still figuring out what a pee pad is for (spoiler: not chewing), Sir Lancelot here is already strutting outside like he’s got a royal appointment with a shrub. He’s kennel trained, alright—by choice, of course. Not because he has to be, but because that’s where his stuffed animal empire resides. His kennel isn’t a crate; it’s his royal chamber, his treasure vault, his personal museum of plushies. Lancelot? A chewer? Please. He’s far too sophisticated for such peasant-level behavior. While other pups are out there demolishing furniture like it’s their full-time job, Lancelot prefers a more refined lifestyle—one that doesn’t involve gnawing on your shoes, baseboards, or the remote control (how gauche). No, he leaves the chewing to the amateurs. He’s more of a "gather stuffed animals like a dragon hoards treasure" kind of guy. Tasteful. Dignified. Lancelot’s barking style? Let’s call him the peer-pressure pundit. He’s not out there filing his own news reports or announcing ghost squirrels in the backyard, but if the other dogs start talking, he’s suddenly got opinions. He’s basically the guy at a group dinner who wasn’t going to say anything, but now that everyone's fired up, he’s like, “Yeah! What they said!” So if you’re ready to share your home with a dramatic stuffed-animal hoarder who may or may not consider you worthy of his presence, Lancelot is your guy. Just fill out that adoption app at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can pass it along to his royal foster court, and prepare for your official pickup quest in Hutchinson, KS. No dragons to slay—just one very noble fluff ready to grace your home with his slightly judgy, deeply adorable existence.

Ah yes, allow us to introduce the Han Solo—because of course he’d be named after a charming, roguish hero who thinks rules are more like “guidelines” and fetch is the only mission worth accepting. Unlike his namesake, our Han isn’t zooming through hyperspace, but he is zooming across your yard—until he decides it's time to lay dramatically in the grass like he's just returned from battle. Han Solo is what we like to call a “balanced legend.” He’ll wrestle with other dogs just long enough to prove he’s still got it, then he’s ready to vibe like a retired Jedi on vacation. He’s that magical combo of “Let’s play fetch until your arm falls off!” and “Now let’s chill while I dry off from launching myself into the nearest body of water.” Did we mention his undying love for toys and water? Yes, Han Solo would 100% drink from a champagne fountain if given the chance—but since he lives in the real world, your garden hose or a fountain trickling like it's on its last leg will do just fine. He’s not picky. Drama king? Yes. High maintenance? Shockingly, no. Zoomies? Occasionally. Fetch? Religiously. Chill vibes? Most of the time. Basically, Han Solo is your perfect mix of play and peace... with a side of swagger. Han Solo is a 1-year-old, 102-pound Great Pyrenees, which means he's basically a living, breathing weighted blanket with legs, opinions, and the occasional zoomie. Don’t let the name fool you—this guy is less intergalactic smuggler and more intergalactic snuggler… assuming the planet is covered in fur, slobber, and tumbleweeds of shed hair. He's got a glorious, oversized coat that could probably be spun into three additional dogs and still leave enough fluff to knit you a winter sweater. He loves other dogs and playing with them. However, Han is basically a Great Pyrenees puppy trapped in the body of a woolly mammoth, so lets just say he is not afraid to throw his big ole bum around during playtime. Think bumper cars, but with a tail wag and no brakes. Because while he means well, subtlety is not in his vocabulary. He absolutely needs another dog who can handle his love language (which is apparently "enthusiastic hip checks") and won’t crumple like a lawn chair under his fluff-powered enthusiasm. Now with that said he is currently being fostered with puppies, whom he plays with gently, but ideally, he’d love a canine buddy who can match his “go big or go nap” energy. If you're looking for a mellow, medium-sized lap dog... keep scrolling. But if you want a hilarious, toy-fetching, water-loving goofball who doubles as a sentient throw pillow, congratulations—you’ve found your Han. Also, fair warning: he sheds like it’s a competitive sport. Your black pants will lose. Your vacuum will cry. Han Solo hasn’t been officially tested with cats or kids, but let’s be honest, with his happy-go-lucky attitude and sweet demeanor, odds are he'd get along just fine with both. That said, he’s 102 pounds of fluff and enthusiasm, so any tiny humans or feline roommates should be prepared for the occasional accidental body check, tail smack, or dramatic floof-induced eclipse. He’s the kind of dog who might try to gently boop a toddler with his paw and end up launching them into orbit—or lovingly sniff a cat and unintentionally vacuum it up with one giant nose inhale. So yes, he’d probably do well... as long as the cats are chill, the kids are sturdy, and everyone in the house understands that personal space is more of a suggestion when Han is around. Han Solo’s car ride etiquette is, dare we say, suspiciously perfect for a 102-pound walking dust mop. He hops right in like he’s got places to be and people to impress, then promptly flops down like he’s settling in for a road trip across the galaxy. Occasionally, he’ll sit up, channel his inner golden retriever, and gaze out the window like he’s pondering the meaning of life—or maybe just judging other drivers. Either way, he’s the ideal passenger: quiet, fluffy, and far less prone to backseat driving than your average spouse. Just don’t expect him to help navigate; he’s far too busy being majestic in the rearview mirror. Han Solo has all the potential to accompany you to any public outing, assuming you enjoy the constant attention of strangers fawning over his majestic fur and oversized physique. He’ll be the center of attention at cafes, pet stores, and social gatherings—mostly because he’s a walking, shedding cloud of "look at me" energy. He’s got the charm to charm everyone, and if there’s an awkward moment where you need to sneak away, just let him stand there, looking like a living room rug with legs, and people will flock to him. Han Solo on a leash? Oh, he’s the epitome of grace... for a 102-pound bundle of fur and awkwardness. He’s well-mannered, doesn’t try to trip you—he’s definitely more of a “slow and steady wins the race” kind of guy, casually strolling along like he’s the undisputed ruler of the block—because, let’s be real, it won’t be long before he does own the whole neighborhood. Soon, everyone in the area will be eagerly waiting for their chance to greet him and score some exclusive Han Solo-level cuddles. Heck, even the dogs will probably be wagging their tails in excitement just to see him on walks. He’s got that “everyone’s favorite giant fluffball” energy. Han Solo’s overall temperament is basically a perfectly balanced cocktail of energy and chill... well, until he remembers that playing is his true calling. He’ll happily play with other dogs for a bit, then, like a true connoisseur of relaxation, he’ll flop down and declare it time to chill, probably on the closest comfy surface (your couch, the floor, your bed—who’s asking?). Water? Don’t even get him started. He loves playing in the water. He even adores my fountain, even if it’s just a sad little trickle, as if that was the original design. And just when you think he’s done surprising you, he’ll jump into the bathtub on his own like it’s his personal spa. Han Solo in an apartment? Well, let's just say he’s probably not the ideal candidate if you're looking for peace, quiet, and minimal disruption. With his 102 pounds of glorious fluff, he’s more of a "king of the castle" than a "quiet apartment dweller." If his new family is energetic, home often, and perhaps living on the bottom floor (so as not to launch an early morning seismic event for the poor souls beneath him), he might just survive apartment life. And, of course, he’d definitely need a canine buddy to help keep him entertained—after all, someone needs to help him with his highly critical zoomie practice sessions. If you can handle the constant thud thud thud of his every move, the occasional raucous game of fetch, and a dog who believes he has every right to sprawl across your entire couch, then maybe—just maybe—he could adapt. Han Solo is potty trained. He’s got it down to a science, really. He’s figured out that the whole “outside” thing is where you do your business, and he’s graciously agreed to participate in this societal expectation. Han Solo is kennel trained, sure—if by “kennel trained” you mean he’ll grudgingly go in when you tell him to, but will give you the dramatic side-eye like you just sentenced him to life in solitary confinement. Han Solo’s barking strategy is very selective. He’ll bark in the yard if there’s something he deems worthy of his vocal talents—because, of course, he’s the judge, jury, and executioner of what’s important. A squirrel in the distance? Worthy of a full-blown alert. A leaf blowing by? Definitely needs to be barked at. Now, if you agree that these things are truly significant, then you’ll totally understand his dedication to keeping the neighborhood informed. Otherwise, well, you will just have to accept that he's just making sure you’re aware of all the crucial happenings in the yard—no matter how insignificant they might seem to you. Ready to add a furry whirlwind of fluff and fun to your life? Well, Han Solo is just waiting for you to swoop in and make him the center of your universe. But before you start picturing endless fetch sessions and cuddles, there’s a small detail—you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app. Don’t worry, it’s not like we’re asking for your life story—just enough to send to his foster family so they can officially hand over the keys to their furry little rebel. And don’t forget: you’ll need to pick him up in Tulsa, OK, because, you know, he’s not actually going to fly himself out there. Go ahead and apply, because Han Solo’s definitely ready to take over your heart (and probably your couch).

Dandy is the cutest ever! A sweet little great Pyrenees, golden retriever mix. She is looking for her forever home!

Meet Fumble, the pup who believes that the best way to handle any situation is to watch it unfold from the comfort of a plush chair—preferably after a nap. Why rush in when you can simply observe, evaluate, and maybe throw in a paw or two when you're good and ready? He's the canine equivalent of that one friend who insists on being "fashionably late" to everything... but much more adorable, and with better nap spots. If Sherlock Holmes and a marshmallow had a baby, it would be Fumble. Fumble is a 4-month-old, 30lb Great Pyrenees mix who believes every new experience deserves careful analysis… from a distance… preferably while lounging on a soft chair with one paw dramatically draped over the armrest. He’s not here to rush into chaos like some uncultured Golden Retriever—no, sir. First, he must assess: Are you a playmate? A grumpy elder? A squirrel conspiracy theorist like foster brother Jersey? Only then will he approach—with the respectful diplomacy of a tiny, fluffy ambassador, complete with submissive puppy licks. Fumble’s been raised around the pint-sized Holy litter, which he handled like a gentle giant-in-training. He’s good with kiddos (even the sticky ones), offers strangers a thoughtful sniff before full emotional investment, and shows no interest in world domination—unlike cats, whom he hasn’t met but probably assumes are just badly designed dogs. So, if you’re looking for a polite, snuggly pup who prefers to study the world before joining in on its weirdness, Fumble’s your guy. Fumble approaches life like a professional lounge critic with a minor in investigation. He’s not about that chaotic puppy energy—his vibe falls somewhere between a slightly tired koala and a golden retriever who just finished a light yoga session. He’s got pep when it counts, but he also deeply respects the art of doing absolutely nothing on a couch. Being a naturally cautious gentleman, Fumble prefers to observe a situation before diving in—ideally from a cozy chair and after his nap. He greets new experiences with thoughtful sniffing and the occasional puppy smooch, just to let everyone know he’s here for peace, not war. Whether you’re a playful pup or a grouchy elder, he’ll treat you with the appropriate level of respect and tail wags. Leash walking? Oh yes, we’re in our “learning curve but nailing it” era. Fumble’s had three lessons so far and is picking it up like the bright, snuggle-driven boy he is. Once he realizes walks end in couch cuddles, it might just become his new favorite hobby. He’s a toy enthusiast (especially if it squeaks), a tug-of-war participant, and a sibling-ear connoisseur—hey, we all have our quirks, and for Fumble, it’s a fine appreciation for those adorable, floppy ears! As for home life? Fumble’s laid-back nature and young age make him adaptable to a variety of living situations. He’d do well with a securely fenced yard or in an apartment/home with regular leash walks—he’s cool either way, as long as it ends in couch time and love. In summary: If you're looking for a pup with the brains of a sleuth, the soul of a snuggler, and the energy of a chilled-out otter mixed with a lazy fox, Fumble is your guy. Potty Training? Well, he's almost there. If you let him out often and stick to a solid schedule, you'll get there—think of it like a very committed, but slightly forgetful, intern. He's trying his best! Fumble has mastered the art of the Great Pyrenees bark—booming, impressive, and typically reserved for Very Important Situations… like when someone else has the chew toy he clearly had his eye on first. He’s not one to narrate every passing breeze or imaginary squirrel, but he’s also not above using his voice to file a formal complaint when he feels slighted. Overall, he’s more of a strategic barker than a constant commentator—saving his vocal talents for moments that truly matter. Fumble hasn’t dipped his fluffy toes into the whole kennel scene just yet. Instead, he lounges in a thoughtfully puppy-proofed area. So far, he hasn’t tried to stage a jailbreak or launch any grand escape plans—he’s more of a "find a comfy spot and nap like a pro" kind of guy. In addition to the above, Fumble is the ultimate dinner date—he loves eating, but don’t worry, he’s happy to share. He’s also a couch potato with a heart of gold, perfectly content to claim his spot for nap time but always ready to scooch over and make room for you. Need a snuggle buddy? Fumble’s got you covered. With his sweet, laid-back nature, he might just be the perfect life partner. Honestly, it’s hard to imagine a pup sweeter than him—he’s the kind of dog that makes you wonder if you’ve won the pet lottery. Ready to make your life 10 times better with a dog who’s basically perfect? Fumble is waiting for you! But don’t just stroll up and take him—this isn’t a free-for-all. You’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app (you know, so we can send it to his foster family and make sure you’re worthy of this charming pup). Once that’s all sorted, you’ll be making your way to Broken Arrow, OK, to pick up your new best friend. Don’t leave him waiting too long—after all...why wait when it is true love???