All rise for Her Royal Floofness... Majesty.
Every kingdom needs a ruler, and this one just so happens to have four paws, the fluffiest royal robe you've ever seen, and absolutely zero interest in letting anyone else claim the title of "most majestic." As the biggest girl in the Guardian Litter, Majesty didn't just show up to court...she arrived expecting the royal fanfare. Frankly, with all that floof, who could blame her? Don't let the crown fool you, though. Majesty isn't one of those rulers who spends all day making dramatic speeches from a castle balcony. She's much more of a "benevolent queen of cuddles" type. She's wonderfully easy-going, takes life's little adventures in stride, and carries herself with the quiet confidence of someone who knows she was born to be adored. And let's address the royal elephant in the room: yes, she has enough fluff to qualify as her own weighted blanket. We're fairly certain if she gets any fluffier, she'll need to apply for her own ZIP code.
Location: McAlester, OK
-Adopters will need to come pick up their new furry family member themselves.
Apply at:
https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app
Majesty is a 9-week-old, 15-pound female Great Pyrenees, and despite what her name might suggest, her royal upbringing was...let's just say the castle had some serious budget cuts. Before rescue, this little princess wasn't lounging on velvet cushions while loyal subjects fed her grapes. Nope. She was busy weaving through traffic like she had unlocked some secret level of Frogger while also trying to avoid the local coyote population, who clearly never received the memo that one does not mess with royalty. Thankfully, her kingdom (also known as Pyr Paws N Fluffy Tails Rescue) finally found her and whisked her away to safety. Unfortunately, the universe apparently decided one near-death experience wasn't dramatic enough for a future queen. Shortly after arriving in foster care, her foster noticed something wasn't right. The diagnosis? The dreaded parvo. Out of all of her siblings, Majesty was hit the hardest. But Parvo picked the wrong princess. Today, Majesty has officially kicked parvo's royal backside and is back to doing what puppies do bestgrowing, playing, collecting admirers, and proving that underneath all that glorious floof is one incredibly resilient little girl. If courage came with a crown, she'd be wearing the biggest one in the kingdom.
When it comes to making friends, Majesty firmly believes there is no such thing as too much enthusiasm. Personal space? Never heard of her. She greets other dogs like they're long-lost members of the royal court returning from a decades-long quest, launching herself directly into their faces to shower them with love and kisses. Thankfully, she's also a respectful little royal. If another dog politely reminds her that perhaps breathing directly into their eyeballs isn't proper etiquette, she'll immediately back down, accept the correction, and carry on. Court manners are still a work in progress, but she's a very willing student. As for cats? The royal council has yet to schedule that diplomatic meeting, so we don't know how Her Majesty feels about feline ambassadors just yet. When it comes to tiny humans, Majesty hasn't had the pleasure of meeting any children yet. That said, we have a feeling she'd absolutely adore having little royal subjects to play with. The only catch? At this stage, she occasionally forgets she's a fluffy Great Pyrenees puppy and not a dainty little lap dog. Her excitement tends to make her body operate a few seconds faster than her brain, so she may accidentally bowl over very small kiddos in her quest to distribute kisses and happiness. Meeting new people is where you really see the sweet side of this little queen. She won't march into the throne room demanding everyone's attention. Instead, she'll hang back for a moment, carefully deciding whether you've been deemed worthy of an audience. It only takes a few days (sometimes much less) before she realizes you're one of the good peasantsI mean...trusted members of the kingdom. And once you've earned your royal approval? The cautious little princess disappears, replaced by a full-body wigglebutt whose tail seems convinced it's being paid by the wag. Congratulations...you've officially been accepted into Majesty's court.
On the Royal Energy Scale, Majesty earns herself a respectable 6 out of 10. She's got enough pep to patrol the kingdom, zoom around the yard, and investigate every important royal matter (such as that suspicious leaf that definitely wasn't there five minutes ago), but she's equally happy to retire to the castle afterward and supervise her humans from a comfortable spot nearby. A queen must know when to rule...and when to nap. Her royal carriage service is currently required because, well...she's still only 15 pounds and her legs haven't quite reached "hop into an SUV" status yet. Once she's safely aboard, however, she's an excellent passenger. As for leash walks? The royal advisors have ruled that she's simply too young for those adventures just yet. Right now, she's focusing on the important business of growing into all that floof before she begins inspecting the neighboring kingdoms. Will Majesty grow into an adventurous explorer or a professional couch ornament? Why not both? She loves racing around the yard, investigating her domain, and playing until she's convinced she's conquered every blade of grass. But once she's back inside, she's perfectly content hanging out near her favorite humans. Even queens appreciate quality time with their loyal subjects. Water, however, is beneath her. Splashing around? Hard pass. Apparently this queen has no interest in becoming a soggy monarch. Toys, on the other paw? Those have received the royal seal of approval. She loves batting them around, pouncing on them, and generally making sure they know who's in charge. Fetch, however, is where Majesty has chosen to reinterpret the rules. She'll enthusiastically chase the ball because, obviously, it had the audacity to roll away from her. But bringing it back? Excuse you. Royalty does not retrieve things. That's what loyal subjects are for.
As for living arrangements, Majesty would likely vote in favor of a kingdom with a securely fenced yard. Could she technically live somewhere without one? Maybe. But let's not forget she's a Great Pyrenees. Their ancestors were literally bred to make independent decisions, and modern Pyrs have lovingly continued the family tradition of saying, "I appreciate your opinion...but I have my own plans." Without a secure fence, there's a very real chance you'll experience what we affectionately call a disapyrthe magical phenomenon where your fluffy white cloud suddenly decides to embark on a solo expedition to inspect neighboring kingdoms. We'd really prefer to avoid that particular adventure. Potty training is coming along nicely and is exactly what you'd expect from a baby puppya work in progress. She's doing a fantastic job using her pee pads and has already figured out one very important house rule: we don't turn our bedroom into a bathroom. She keeps her crate clean overnight, which is a pretty impressive accomplishment for someone whose life experience still fits neatly into a couple of months. Speaking of her crate...it's officially been designated her royal chambers. Rather than viewing it as puppy prison, Majesty happily wanders in throughout the day to relax, chew on a toy, or enjoy a little peace and quiet away from the hustle and bustle of court life. Like any respectable teething puppy, Majesty briefly declared war on table legs and chair legs, apparently believing they were handcrafted chew toys provided by the kingdom. Fortunately, once actual chew bones and toys entered the picture, she quickly realized those are much tastierand significantly less likely to upset the royal homeowners. She's a smart cookie and caught on fast. She's also surprisingly quiet for a puppy. Most of the time, she keeps her royal proclamations to herself. That is...until she spotted a deer outside. Then we got to hear her official Big Girl Bark, and apparently someone had to inform the wildlife that this kingdom was already under excellent management. One thing future adopters should know is that Majesty is nothing short of a little warrior. She was the first puppy in her litter to show signs of parvo and, by far, the sickest. She left the hospital with an entire pharmacy's worth of medications while her body fought to recover. But if her story has proven anything, it's that this little queen is tougher than she looks. Today, she's bounced back beautifully and continues getting stronger every single day. And finally...let's revisit the floof. Remember when we said she was the fluffiest girl in the litter? We weren't exaggerating. This puppy comes with enough fur to qualify as a weather system. Daily brushing will become part of your royal duties, and as she grows into her magnificent Great Pyrenees coat, she'll generously share tiny pieces of herself with your clothes, your furniture, your car, your coffee, and probably your dinner. Consider it a gift. Royal glitter, if you will.
Think Majesty is the queen you've been waiting to serve?
Then it's time to submit your official petition to the crown...also known as an adoption application.
Head over to https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app and fill it out so our rescue peasantsI mean volunteerscan send it over to Majesty's foster family for review. Unfortunately, despite her intelligence, Majesty still lacks opposable thumbs, so she can't personally scroll through applications while lounging on her imaginary throne. Tragic, really.
If her foster family decides your kingdom is the perfect match, you'll get the greatest royal decree of all: the opportunity to make Majesty part of your family.
Pickup Location: McAlester, OK
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Husky
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Kiowa, Oklahoma
female, medium, baby
Husky
Kiowa, Oklahoma
