Oh good. You’ve arrived. I assume you’re here because you saw my face and immediately felt emotionally compromised. Understandable. I am Twiglet of the Fairy Hollow Litter, and yes, I woke up this cute. No filters. I bring enthusiasm to absolutely everything. I bounce. I boing. I occasionally miscalculate my landing because I am still growing into these legs. But that’s part of my charm. So if you’re ready for a little bounce in your life, a little joy with paws, and a whole lot of love wrapped up in Fairy Hollow magic…you found me.
I am an 11-week-old, 20-pound, male Great Pyrenees mix from the legendary Fairy Hollow Litter. Also known as the large marshmallow you’ve been checking every day for his story to go live. ;) And before you ask — am I one of fourteen? Yes. Are we all from one perfectly organized, color-coded, neatly documented single litter? No. We are two litters spaced about a week apart. Were we given a tidy spreadsheet detailing who belongs to which mom? Also no. If a seven-day age gap is going to send you into a genealogical spiral, I gently suggest you keep scrolling. I am a puppy, not an ancestry.com subscription. Now that we’ve cleared that up. I came into rescue because nature did what nature does, and my previous owner got overwhelmed. We were running in and out of the road like tiny, fluffy adrenaline enthusiasts until some amazing volunteers stepped in. Because of them (and PPFT), both moms are getting spayed and the three other adults on the property are getting altered too. Next important detail: I am going to be a big boy. Yes, I am currently 20 pounds of squishable perfection. Yes, hugging me feels like free therapy. But let’s not pretend I’m staying pocket-sized. I am going to lose this baby fluff. I am going to enter the awkward teenage phase. And when that happens? I need you to still love me. We are not here for seasonal fluff. We are here for life. Kay?
Oh good. We’re discussing my social résumé. When I meet new dogs, I’m not out here chest-bumping and declaring myself Mayor of the Backyard. I prefer to observe. Assess. Let them make the first move. If they want to be “the boss,” that’s fine. I am secure enough in my fluffy masculinity to allow it. I’m more of a “you go ahead, I’ll vibe over here” kind of guy. Ah yes. The Cat Question. I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting one of these alleged tiny house lions. I have heard rumors. But have I personally shared space with one? No. I am an 11-week-old Great Pyrenees mix. I am curious. I am bouncy. I am occasionally unaware of where my feet are landing. If a cat were to sprint, would I be tempted to interpret that as “Oh good, we are playing now”? Possibly. The good news? I am young. Which means I am highly moldable. With slow introductions, supervision, structure, and humans who know how to advocate for both species, I could absolutely learn respectful cat etiquette. Ah yes. The Small Humans. I have, in fact, been exposed to them. Ages 14, 12, 6, and 4. A full sampling platter of youth. I love the cuddles. I love the attention. I love the energy. That said, I am still a puppy. Which means supervision is key, especially with the littlest humans. I am 20 pounds now and will be significantly more later. I don’t mean to knock anyone over — sometimes my enthusiasm just arrives before my coordination does.
Energy level? 8. I have bounce. I have zoom. I have “let’s go investigate that” energy. If the kids run, I run. If another dog plays, I play. If you stand up, I assume we are doing something important and I am coming. But, when I’m done? I’m done. I will dramatically plop wherever I am and power down like a fluffy robot who’s met his daily step count. So yes. I am active. I am playful. I am very much a puppy. But I’m not chaos incarnate. I’m structured enthusiasm with scheduled naps. Adventure-seeker or homebody? I am what the professionals call balanced. A dual-threat. A lifestyle hybrid. If we’re outside? I am ready. Let’s explore. Let’s investigate that suspicious stick. Let’s run dramatic laps for no clear reason. I will play until my legs forget how legs work. I will chase, wrestle, zoom, and fully commit to whatever activity is happening. But once I’ve emptied the tank? I am immediately a homebody. I will simply plop down, preferably touching you, and power off like a fluffy appliance. Cuddles? Yes. Couch? Excellent. Nap? Mandatory. I am not trying to summit Everest every day. I just need solid playtime, mental engagement, and space to burn my puppy energy appropriately. After that? I am more than happy to be your oversized lap dog while I still fit(and even when I don't ;) ). Overall temperament? I wake up happy. I stay happy. I assume most things in life are meant for me to bounce toward. I am all of the wonderful things a puppy can be — curious, playful, affectionate, slightly dramatic when tired. Emotionally? I’m sweet. I like my people. I enjoy cuddles. So if you’re looking for: A happy, bouncy puppy, who plays hard, sleeps hard, loves hard, And will eventually grow into a very large, very loyal Great Pyrenees mix adult…I am the one you have been looking for.
Ah yes. The “can he live in an apartment?” question. Let me answer this with the confidence of a future large-breed, independent-thinking, Great Pyrenees mix: Securely. Fenced. Yard. I love to run. I love to explore. I love to pretend the perimeter is my kingdom and I am conducting routine security checks. There are leaves to inspect. Breezes to monitor. Invisible forces to supervise. Could I technically survive with regular leash walks? Probably. I am adaptable. I am intelligent. I am very handsome. But thrive? That’s a fenced yard. Because when I get the zoomies, I do not want to discuss it with a leash. When I decide to sprint from one side of the yard to the other for absolutely no reason, I would prefer not to be attached to your shoulder socket. Also — and this is important — I am going to be a big boy. Great Pyrenees mix big. And we are not known for our “yes, I’ll immediately return when called” energy. We are more “let me evaluate that request and get back to you” types. Ah yes. House manners. Let’s have a very mature conversation about expectations. I am 11 weeks old, the world is still brand new to me. This is where you come in. Potty training? That is a team sport. I will happily learn — if you are consistent, take me out often, celebrate my successes like I just won a Nobel Prize, and understand that my bladder is currently the size of a thimble. Puppy-proofing? Also on you. If it is on the floor and within reach, I will assume it was thoughtfully placed there as part of my enrichment program. Socialization? Critical. I need safe exposure to people, places, sounds, surfaces, car rides, and life in general so I grow into a confident, stable adult. Training? Yes please. I am smart. I am capable. I am going to be big. Teach me now while I’m 20 pounds of fluff instead of 90 pounds of “we should’ve worked on this earlier.” I am potential. I am a blank (very adorable) slate. I will become what you consistently guide me to become.
Listen. I am not just another fluffy face in a scroll. I am a future 90-pound best friend. I am backyard security. I am couch therapist. I am loyal shadow. I am the kind of dog who will grow up, lean against your legs, and make the whole world feel steadier. Now. Here’s the part where you show me you’re serious. You go fill out the adoption application. Because that app goes to my foster family. And they are not handing me over to just anyone with a pulse and a Pinterest board. Once approved, you will come pick me up in Oklahoma City. Not “can you meet me halfway?” Not “do you deliver?” I am worth the drive. So if you’re ready for big love, big paws, big loyalty, and a lifetime commitment…
Fill out the app at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app
Pack the car.
Come get your boy.
I’ll be here.
Twiglet🐾✨
LOTUS
White German Shepherd
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Kiowa, Oklahoma
female, medium, baby, mixed
White German Shepherd
Kiowa, Oklahoma
