Great Pyrenees Dogs Available for Adoption

Oh hi. Yes, it’s me. Marge. Your future favorite life decision.

Why, you ask? Well, let's just say that my gentle soul could melt just about anyone’s heart — and I don’t even have to try. I’m not pushy. I don’t demand attention like a diva. I simply exist sweetly in your spac,e and suddenly you’re canceling plans because “Marge looked comfy and I didn’t want to disturb her.” So if you’re looking for a pup who’s happy-go-lucky, emotionally mature beyond her years, cuddly, playful, polite, and somehow already understands how to function in polite society…I am probably your new girl and you should probably apply for me. Because while I may be polite… I am not above judging you silently if you stare at my photos and don’t apply.

In case you missed it, I am Marge — 12 weeks old, female, full-fledged Great Pyrenees goddess in the making. Currently rocking the “big puppy” aesthetic, and trending toward “majestic cloud with opinions.” I am 28 pounds at 12 weeks. Math suggests I will not be “portable.” I will be majestic. Expansive. Possibly the reason you upgrade your vacuum. Great Pyrenees don’t just grow — we become landmarks. So if you’re looking for small and tidy, I’m not your gal. But if you’re looking for loyal, loving, gentle, emotionally intuitive, and built like a future polar bear with manners? Hi, it's me. Let’s address the origin story. My brother and I were abandoned.
Rude. Extremely rude. I personally did not approve of that decision. But honestly? Their loss. Because I am, objectively, a gem. A treasure. A limited-edition fluffy masterpiece.

I am very good with other dogs. Like… suspiciously good. I play well, I understand canine social cues, and I actually respect them. If another dog says, “Hey, that’s enough,” I go, “Understood, colleague.” If they say, “Let’s rumble,” I say, “Excellent. Prepare yourself.” Now, let’s address the wrestling. I do play rough and loud. I am 28 pounds of Great Pyrenees enthusiasm, and I use my whole body when I commit. There may be dramatic growls. There may be thundering paws. There may be what sounds like a backyard UFC event. But it’s all in good fun. Ah yes. The cats. The two tiny, judgmental house panthers who believe they own the mortgage. I have zero interest in turning the feline overlords into a sport. I simply wish to… befriend them. Lovingly. Enthusiastically. With dramatic play bows.
They, however, are not amused. When I approach with my signature “HELLO NEW BEST FRIEND” bounce, they respond with looks of deep, ancestral disappointment. The kind of stare that says, “We survived the wild for this?” One day they will appreciate my charm. Until then, I will continue my campaign with dignity. Children. Ah yes. The tiny humans. I have not yet been formally introduced to the small, loud, sticky variety of people. Now, let’s be honest. I am already 28 pounds at 12 weeks. I am not “dainty.” I am “emerging pyrabear.” So the only real concern would be… physics.If a toddler zig-zags unexpectedly, there is a chance I could accidentally hip-check them into next Tuesday. Not on purpose. Just… momentum. As for screamers? Listen. I am a gentle soul. I read the room. I vibe accordingly. But if the room is vibrating at a decibel level usually reserved for emergency sirens, I may give a look that says, “Is this necessary?”With respectful, dog-savvy kiddos who understand that I am not a trampoline and that my ears are not door handles? I’d likely be just fine. I’m polite. I redirect easily. I aim to please. But if your household soundtrack is constant shrieking and interpretive running, I might quietly excuse myself and go lie somewhere peaceful while judging gently.

Energy level? Oh, we’re ranking me now. How official. I’m a solid 5. Right down the middle. Perfectly balanced. As all majestic creatures should be. I enjoy a good wrestling match with my canine friends. I will absolutely zoom when the moment calls for it. I love to play, engage, and use my rapidly expanding limbs in dramatic fashion. And then? I power down. I snooze. I sprawl. I contemplate life. I recharge like the emotionally stable queen I am. I am what scholars would call a “balanced icon.” I am still very young, which means the world is fascinating. Leaves? Incredible. New smells? Groundbreaking. A different patch of grass? Revolutionary. I am absolutely down for exploring, learning, and seeing what’s out there. Field trip? I’m in. Backyard expedition? Already packed.I’m not the type who needs constant stimulation or who’s plotting to escape and summit Everest before breakfast. But I’m also not a decorative pillow who refuses to leave the porch. .I’m a tasteful blend of “Let’s go see what’s over there!” and “Actually, this patch of warm concrete feels spiritually correct.” Oh, you mean my personality résumé? Excellent. Let me adjust my invisible tiara.The official description is “happy-go-lucky.” Which is adorable and accurate and honestly undersells me a bit. I read the room like I’ve taken a semester of Emotional Intelligence 101. If it’s playtime, I’m in. If it’s cuddle time, I melt. If it’s nap time, I sprawl artistically in a sunbeam like a Renaissance painting. My gentle soul? Devastating.
I will rest my head on you and suddenly you’re rethinking every life choice that didn’t involve adopting me sooner.

Let’s discuss real estate. Would I thrive in an apartment Technically… I could exist anywhere. I am adaptable. I am emotionally mature. I am a delight. But let’s be honest. I am a Great Pyrenees. I am 28 pounds at 12 weeks. I am not trending smaller.
A yard would be best. Could I handle leash walks? Sure. I’m reasonable. But a securely fenced yard where I can stretch these rapidly growing legs and bask in the sun like the majestic creature I am? That’s the dream. Oh good. This is the part where we discuss your responsibilities. Because let’s be clear — I am 12 weeks old. I did not raise myself in a structured suburban environment. I am still technically a baby. A very large, very fluffy, very emotionally intelligent baby… but a baby nonetheless. So yes. My new family will need to be prepared to potty train me. You will also need to puppy proof. If you leave your favorite shoes in reach, that feels like a you decision, honestly. Socialization? Yes, please. I am sweet and well-balanced, but I am also a future 80+ pound Great Pyrenees. It would be wise of you to continue exposing me to the world in positive, thoughtful ways so I grow into the majestic, confident queen I am clearly destined to be. And training? Absolutely. I listen beautifully now. Imagine what I could do with actual guidance. Teach me things. Show me the ropes. Be the leader. I am ready to collaborate — but you have to show up.

Alright, let’s land this plane.

If you’ve made it this far and you’re not already mildly obsessed with me, I’m concerned for you. I am sweet. I am balanced. I am emotionally intelligent beyond my weeks.So here’s how this works.
You do not simply show up and scoop me like a clearance item at a yard sale. You fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app. Because the rescue would like to send your glowing, well-written declaration of love to my foster family so they can dramatically nod and say, “Yes. These are Marge’s people.” Once approved, you will then travel — with intention — to pick me up in Sand Springs, OK. That’s right. I am not teleporting. I am not Ubering. You will come get me like the treasure I am.

So go ahead.
Fill out the application.
Make it good.

I’ll be here in Sand Springs, growing, glowing, and waiting for my forever staff...err I mean family. 💛

The Great Pyrenees is a majestic and noble breed known for its gentle demeanor and steadfast loyalty. Originating from the Pyrenees Mountains, these large and dignified dogs are renowned for their protective instincts and ability to work as livestock guardians. With their stunning white coats and imposing stature, Great Pyrenees exude an air of regal confidence while also possessing a gentle and affectionate nature towards their families. Their calm and composed demeanor coupled with their innate guardian instincts make them excellent companions for those seeking a devoted and majestic canine friend.