Introducing Marina, a 6-week-old, 8-pound female Golden Retriever mix. Now we know that your heart has already packed her imaginary overnight bag, picked out a collar, and added “Marina’s Mom” to your résumé. But before you let it sign you up for another dog without consulting the rest of your household—or the number of shoes currently available for chewing—we need to discuss a highly scientific concept known as rescue math. Rescue math says Marina is a Golden Retriever mix because...well, she looks like one. Mostly. She also appears to be developing a tiny bit of scruff, as though she woke up late and decided the “windblown woodland creature” look was good enough. There could be some Doodle hiding in there, adding a little texture and mystery to the situation. Did mentioning the possibility of extra fluff and a permanently tousled puppy make it even harder for you not to adopt her? Oops. Moving on before your remaining self-control packs its bags... Now for the age portion of today’s rescue-math lesson. Marina and her siblings were brought to the shelter after being found, and their parents neglected to leave behind birth certificates, family photos, DNA results, projected adult weights, or even a helpful note explaining what ingredients they used. The shelter estimated the puppies were about three weeks old at intake, which would make Marina approximately six weeks old now. Our veterinarian, however, thinks they may be closer to eight weeks old. Marina herself has declined to clarify and remains committed to the official puppy position of being adorable, eating snacks, and knowing absolutely nothing about calendars. So, if you love dogs and don’t care about an exact breed, precise birthday, guaranteed adult weight, or whether Marina’s future coat resembles a polished Golden Retriever or a stuffed animal that just survived the dryer—please continue. There is an exceptionally sweet, cuddly little girl waiting for you. If you need exact measurements, a verified family tree, and a puppy who arrives with architectural plans for her final form, you may want to keep scrolling. Rescue math is really just judging a book by its fluffy little cover, realizing several chapters are missing, and hoping someone opens it anyway—because the sweetest stories are often the ones nobody could have predicted.
Pickup Location: Broken Arrow, OK
-Adopter will need to pick up in person if approved. We do not do transports.
Apply here:
https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app
As the only girl in a litter full of brothers, Marina has already learned that sweetness alone will not protect your snacks, preserve your personal space, or prevent someone from sitting directly on your head. Fortunately, beneath all that soft golden fluff is a respectable amount of sass. She may be one of the two smallest puppies in the litter—she and Wake have consistently occupied the “travel-size edition” category—but Marina has never confused being tiny with being powerless. She is eight pounds of sugar, spice, and a firmly worded complaint when one of her brothers forgets that she is a lady of importance. Marina is sweet in the way a cupcake is sweet, but she is not merely sitting quietly in the bakery case waiting to be admired. This cupcake has opinions. This cupcake has brothers to supervise. This cupcake may bite your toes, shout about an injustice, scale playground equipment, and then fall asleep looking so innocent that you will begin questioning whether any of it actually happened. Do not be fooled. She was the second puppy to figure out how to climb up the slide and has since become the most consistent of the five at doing it. Apparently, nobody explained that slides are traditionally used for going down. Marina examined the equipment, rejected society’s expectations, and began climbing upward like a tiny golden salmon swimming against the current. She is also quite vocal. Marina has thoughts, announcements, grievances, requests, follow-up questions, and the occasional breaking-news bulletin about events that happened three seconds ago. She does not believe important matters should be allowed to pass without commentary. A brother touched her? Statement issued. Breakfast seems delayed? Formal inquiry opened. Someone left the room without consulting her? The public deserves answers.
When it comes to other dogs, Marina appears to operate under the assumption that everyone already knows and loves her. Just today, she left her enclosure and wandered over to join Sandra and Genevieve while they were eating. She did not pause to ask whether she had been invited, whether the meal belonged to her, or whether walking directly into two other dogs’ food bowls was perhaps a bold social choice. Marina simply arrived like a tiny, fluffy dinner guest who had misplaced her invitation but knew there would be an extra place setting. Sandra and Genevieve responded by making room for her little mouth in their bowl, which Marina undoubtedly accepted as confirmation that she is universally adored and all meals are community property. Her foster stepped in because, despite Marina’s confidence, casually inserting your face into another dog’s dinner is not a networking strategy we would like her to continue practicing. Still, the encounter made one thing very clear: Marina is not afraid of other dogs. In her mind, strangers are merely friends, whether they know it yet or not. She has not met any cats, so we cannot tell you whether she would view one as a friend, a mystery, a potential playmate, or a deeply judgmental household supervisor. Given her confidence, she would probably approach the situation believing the cat had been eagerly awaiting her arrival. Whether the cat agreed would be a separate matter handled by the feline legal department. As always, careful introductions and supervision would be important. Marina loves children, particularly because they understand her two preferred love languages: playing with her and cuddling her. Kids are closer to the floor, more easily convinced that puppy games are the day’s most important business, and generally much more enthusiastic about holding a warm little fluff nugget for unreasonable lengths of time. As far as Marina is concerned, children are basically deluxe entertainment systems with laps.
Her energy level is currently around a 5 out of 10, which means she is neither a sleepy ornament nor a tiny hurricane with no off switch. Marina follows the traditional puppy schedule: play, nibble you, eat, poop, and sleep. Then repeat. It is a beautifully uncomplicated routine designed by someone with no meetings, deadlines, bills, or concern for whether you were using that finger before she put it in her mouth. When Marina plays, she plays. There will be bouncing, brother-wrestling, slide climbing, tiny growls, enthusiastic nibbling, and the sort of determined scampering only possible when your legs are approximately three inches long and your destination is extremely important. Then her battery suddenly reaches zero, and she collapses into a soft golden heap as though she has just completed a double shift at the factory.
Her ideal family will understand that Marina may look like a delicate scoop of golden whipped cream, but she is still a baby dog who will need patience, structure, training, socialization, and someone willing to guide all that sweetness and sass in the right direction. She is affectionate, confident, clever, playful, cuddly, vocal, and just independent enough to climb the slide the wrong way because apparently gravity is merely a suggestion. Marina is not a quiet little stuffed animal who will remain exactly eight pounds, sleep decoratively on a blanket, and never inconvenience anyone. She is a real puppy—a tiny, opinionated, irresistibly sweet work in progress who will grow, learn, make mistakes, steal your spot, test your reflexes, and eventually become someone’s beloved dog.
Marina may be one of the smallest puppies in her litter, but she has enough personality to fill an entire house. She is the kind of puppy who will make you laugh, keep you on your toes, cover your life in fluff, and love you with every ounce of her tiny, fearless heart. If you are ready for puppy teeth, potty-training adventures, unsolicited commentary, and a best friend who assumes everyone adores her, Marina is waiting to make herself the center of your universe.
To be considered for the prestigious position of Marina’s official snack provider, cuddle attendant, slide supervisor, and lifelong personal assistant, you must fill out an adoption application here:
https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app
Yes, the entire application. Not half of it. Not a Facebook comment saying, “Want.” Not a private message containing nothing but three heart emojis and a request for our address. Not a solemn declaration that you have “always wanted a Golden.” Marina is adorable, but unfortunately, excessive squealing does not qualify as an approved adoption application. Once you submit the application, we can send it to Marina’s foster family so they can determine whether your home is ready for eight pounds of golden fluff, sass, puppy teeth, and strongly expressed opinions. If approved, you will need to pick her up in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. Marina will not be shipped, delivered, transported, teleported, launched from a cannon, or placed aboard a tiny puppy cruise ship despite her nautical name.
PAWS
Great Pyrenees
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Kiowa, Oklahoma
female, large, adult
Great Pyrenees
Kiowa, Oklahoma
