Great Pyrenees Dogs Available for Adoption in Kiowa, Oklahoma

Well, well, well… look who finally found my profile. Took you long enough—I’ve just been over here perfecting the art of being an absolute angel. No big deal.

Hi, I’m Mazie Sue—professional heart-melter, part-time shadow, full-time “where you go, I go” enthusiast. If you’re looking for a wild, high-speed, parkour-off-the-walls kind of dog… I regret to inform you, you’ve clicked on the wrong fluffy cloud. I specialize in the finer things in life—like quiet companionship, gentle tail wags, and making you feel like the most important human on the planet just by existing near you. My hobbies include: loving you, sitting near you, following you to the next room (for safety reasons, obviously), and loving you some more. I’m calm, I’m sweet, and I have mastered the ancient art of simply being. So if you’ve been searching for a best friend who doesn’t need to be the life of the party—just the love of your life… congratulations. You found me. 💛

If resilience were an Olympic sport, I’d have a gold medal, a parade, and at least one documentary narrated by someone with a very dramatic voice. I am 3.5 years old, 84 pounds of Great Pyrenees perfection… with a backstory that could make even the toughest humans go “okay wow, she deserves everything.” Let’s recap, shall we? I was picked up as a stray, because apparently someone misplaced 84 pounds of absolute treasure. Then of course there was the “mystery wound situation,” which turned out to be a ruptured tumor. I sat in the shelter, patiently waiting for someone to say “oh yes, that’s my majestic cloud dog,” but shockingly… no one showed up. Their loss. Truly. Then I made my way to rescue, where things got a little intense—in the “intricate mass removal surgery, long healing time, and everyone hovering over me like I’m royalty” kind of way. Turns out I had a grade 2 soft tissue sarcoma (fibrosarcoma, if we’re being fancy), which sounds very dramatic—and to be fair, it was—but here’s the part where I casually remind you that I handled it like an absolute queen. Bandage changes? Nailed it. Wound cleanings? Please, I was the ideal patient. Letting the vet staff do whatever they needed? I basically ran the clinic at that point. And now? My wound is healing beautifully, my lymph nodes are clear, there’s no evidence of spread, and thanks to the very enthusiastic removal of anything suspicious, the chances of it coming back are less than 7%. That’s right—I didn’t just go through the wringer… I came out the other side looking fabulous and statistically impressive. But here’s the real plot twist: through ALL of that… I never stopped being the sweetest, calmest, most loving soul you’ll ever meet. Not once did I decide to be difficult. Not once did I think, “maybe I’ll be dramatic today.” Nope. I chose kindness. I chose love. I chose to gently wag my tail and trust the humans helping me. So if you’re looking for a dog who has seen some things, handled it with grace, and still wakes up every day ready to love her people with her whole entire heart… hi. That’s me. Mazie Sue. Survivor. Sweetheart. Professional “I’ve-been-through-it-but-I’m-still-perfect” girl. 💛

How do I feel about other dogs, you ask? Well… I like to run a thorough background check first. You know, observe from a safe distance, gather intel, make sure they’re not unhinged. Standard procedure.So yes, I get along with other dogs. I just prefer a proper introduction process… and maybe a brief evaluation period where I silently judge them before deciding they are worthy of my friendship. Ah yes… the tiny humans. So far, my experience has been limited to a brief public appearance at the park—think of it as a meet-and-greet tour. A small human approached, likely drawn in by my undeniable beauty and calm presence (understandable), and what did I do? I stood there. Gracefully. Patiently. Like the well-mannered, emotionally stable queen that I am. Now, I haven’t lived with kids full-time yet, so I can’t officially say I’m running a daycare out of my future home—but based on my stellar performance, I’d say I’m off to a strong start. As long as the tiny humans understand that I am not a jungle gym and that my primary role is being adored… we should get along just fine. Ah yes… cats. The rumor. The legend. The species I have not yet had the pleasure of evaluating. Given my general vibe—calm, composed, and far too busy being a perfect angel—I suspect I’d handle the situation with my usual approach: observe, process, and decide whether they’re worth my time. But until I actually meet one, we’ll just call it “to be determined.”

Energy level? I’d say a solid 5 out of 10—which in my world translates to: “I enjoy a good walk, but I am absolutely not signing up for a triathlon.” Balance, people. It’s called balance. Now, let’s talk about the car situation. Am I a little unsure about hopping in? Yes. Do I occasionally require a gentle boost, like the royalty I am? Also yes. But once I’m in there, I settle down like a pro. A little nervous at first, sure—but give me a minute and I’m curled up, minding my business, probably contemplating my journey and how far I’ve come. On a leash? Oh, I shine. Truly. I glide. I am elegance. I am grace. I walk like I’ve been professionally trained by someone with a British accent. My foster was “amazed,” but honestly… I wasn’t. This is just who I am. As for my lifestyle preferences—am I an adventure-seeker? Let’s not get carried away. I love my walks. I get excited, I’m ready, I’m thinking “yes, this is the moment.” And then… I come home, settle right down, and return to my true calling: being a peaceful, loving homebody. So if your idea of fun is a nice walk followed by quality couch time with a very devoted, very calm, very perfect dog… congratulations, you’ve found your match.

Ah yes… the “what kind of home do I require” portion of my interview. Please take notes. First of all, I would very much appreciate a securely fenced yard.

Potty trained? Obviously. I have standards. The kennel situation… I mean, I’ll tolerate it. I’ll be fine. But am I thrilled about being contained like some kind of peasant? No. I prefer my current arrangement, which includes multiple beds and choosing my sleeping location like the distinguished lady I am. Do I chew things I shouldn’t? Also no. I’m not out here redecorating your home with my teeth. Do I bark? Occasionally, yes—when there are suspicious backyard activities. Deer, critters, leaves that look at me funny… you know, legitimate threats. Otherwise, I’m actually quite quiet. So in summary: I’m well-mannered, low-drama, slightly opinionated, and deeply devoted. Truly not asking for much—just a loving home, a secure yard, and a lifetime supply of affection. Should be easy enough. 💁‍♀️

If you’ve made it this far, congratulations—you’ve just read the life story of a dog who has been through more than most, handled it with grace, and still wakes up every day ready to love her people like it’s her full-time job. I’m calm, I’m kind, I’m beautifully behaved, and I have a heart that somehow only got bigger through everything I’ve been through. I don’t need chaos or constant entertainment—I just need you. A soft place to land, a steady routine, and someone who appreciates a loyal, gentle soul who will be by your side through it all.

So if you’ve been waiting for a sign… this is it. Hi. I’m the sign. 💛

Now, for the very official process (please read in your most serious voice):

You will need to fill out an adoption application—yes, paperwork, I know, devastating. It’s almost like they want to make sure I end up with the absolute best humans. Once you’ve proven yourself worthy, they’ll send your application over to my foster family for review. Try not to be too nervous… I’m rooting for you.

And when you inevitably fall in love and get approved, you’ll need to come pick me up in Claremore, Oklahoma. Yes, I will be waiting. No, I will not be shipping myself to you like an online order. Effort builds character.

Go ahead… fill out the application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app

I’ll just be here, being perfect and waiting for my happily ever after.

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.