Cloud

Meet Cloud — the only creature on Earth who can make you feel lazy, unbothered, and wildly unproductive just by existing in the same room. Spend five minutes with her and suddenly you’re questioning why you thought multitasking was a personality trait. Why hurry? Why stress? Why not sit down, breathe, and become one with the furniture like Cloud does? Truly, she offers the kind of peace therapists wish they could bottle. <br/><br/>Cloud is a 3-year-old, 90-pound Great Pyrenees. She moves through life with the calm certainty of a dog who knows she’s majestic, knows she’s lovely, and knows darn well that everyone who meets her will fall hopelessly in love. But — and here’s where humans once again disappoint us — someone in her past didn’t bother to keep her on heartworm prevention. So despite being perfect, polite, peaceful, and practically glowing with good vibes, Cloud ended up heartworm positive through no fault of her own. Now she has to undergo treatment, so while she has begun the search for her forever family, she won't be ready to join them until around mid-January. <br/><br/>Cloud’s social résumé is honestly more impressive than most people’s. She loves other dogs — big dogs, little dogs, medium dogs, dogs with questionable hairstyles — all of them. If there’s a canine social hierarchy, Cloud simply floats above it, greeting everyone with the calm enthusiasm of someone who read one self-help book and now refuses to let drama enter her vibration field. Kids? She hasn’t met any yet, but based on her personality, odds are she’ll handle tiny humans the way she handles everything else: with a patient blink and the emotional stamina of a preschool teacher on her third cup of coffee. Cats? Cloud has decided they are not her business. She acknowledges their existence the way you acknowledge a stranger’s weird bumper sticker — mildly curious for half a second and then moving on with your life. Cloud, in classic Great Pyrenees fashion, lives her life at a steady Level 4 Energy, which means she is calm, composed, and plotting absolutely nothing… until she decides she is. She is the kind of girl who can nap for four hours straight and then suddenly turn into a 90-lb toddler with the zoomies. Cloud has decided that “passenger etiquette” is merely a suggestion and that the only reasonable place for her to sit in a moving vehicle is squarely in your lap, pressing mysterious buttons on your dashboard like she’s trying to launch the SpaceX rocket herself. Once she trusts you, she’ll hop right into the car — but don’t assume she’ll remain politely in the back seat. No, Cloud subscribes to the “human-as-seatbelt” method, which is why she’ll need a proper harness if you value your personal space, your car settings, or your sanity. When it comes to her lifestyle preferences, Cloud is very much a homebody with boundaries. Adventures are fine in theory, but the couch? The corner bed? The house she now rules with calm authority? Those are her jam. She hasn’t fully declared whether she’s destined to be an adventurer or a professional napper, but so far, the evidence heavily favors “domestic goddess.” Her temperament is pure mellow sunshine. She’s gentle, affectionate, and cool as a cucumber — as long as you are giving her the attention she believes she deserves. She’ll sit pretty for treats like she’s auditioning for a commercial, and she plays sweetly with dogs her size or smaller… until Murphy enters the chat. Then it’s WWE: Pyr Edition. All in good fun, of course, because Cloud is nothing if not versatile in her play styles. Her hobbies include gourmet snacking, lounging like a queen in her corner bed, and experimenting with toys while pretending she’s not actually interested in them. She’s learning. She’s open-minded. She’s exploring her future as a toy enjoyer, one squeak at a time. And yes, Cloud needs a fenced yard. <br/><br/>Cloud is, without question, the overachiever of polite manners — she knows sit and shake/paw, which is already more than most adults know how to do before coffee. Potty trained? Absolutely. She’s not here to make extra work for you. She’s a lady. Now, kenneling… let’s just say Cloud tolerates it the way we all tolerate going to the dentist. She’s not thrilled, but she’ll get through it and then dramatically sigh afterward to remind you that she survived something mildly inconvenient. Chewing things she shouldn’t? Counter surfing? Trash diving? Digging? No. Cloud says absolutely not. She would prefer to be perceived as responsible, respectable, and above such activities. Is she secretly judging dogs who do those things? Absolutely. And then… the best part. When you get home? Cloud smiles. A full, scrunched-nose, front-teeth-showing, “I adore you and also you took too long” grin. It’s disarming. It’s heart-melting. It’s the kind of smile that makes you consider quitting your job so you never have to leave her ever again. She hasn’t let anyone catch it on video yet, because Cloud believes in exclusivity—her joy is for her inner circle only. Barking? She hasn’t barked yet. Not once. Not at a sound, not at a squirrel, not even at Murphy (who, let’s be honest, is definitely barking at something right this second). She might join the chorus eventually, but for now she’s maintaining quiet dignity. <br/><br/>If you’ve somehow made it this far without falling madly in love with Cloud, congratulations on your emotional resilience. Truly impressive. But let’s be honest: Cloud is the full package. She’s calm enough to keep your blood pressure in check, goofy enough to keep your soul entertained, gentle enough for even the tiniest sidekicks, dramatic enough to be relatable, and skilled enough to smile like a tiny gremlin angel sent to emotionally manipulate you in the best possible way. So if you’re ready to upgrade your life with 90 pounds of serene fluff, soulful eyes, and the world’s cutest smile… congratulations, your search is over. Cloud is waiting.<br/><br/>All that’s left is for you to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can send her info to her foster family, and then you can come pick up your brand-new emotional support deity in Tulsa, OK.

Meet Cloud — the only creature on Earth who can make you feel lazy, unbothered, and wildly unproductive just by existing in the same room. Spend five minutes with her and suddenly you’re questioning why you thought multitasking was a personality trait. Why hurry? Why stress? Why not sit down, breathe, and become one with the furniture like Cloud does? Truly, she offers the kind of peace therapists wish they could bottle.

Cloud is a 3-year-old, 90-pound Great Pyrenees. She moves through life with the calm certainty of a dog who knows she’s majestic, knows she’s lovely, and knows darn well that everyone who meets her will fall hopelessly in love. But — and here’s where humans once again disappoint us — someone in her past didn’t bother to keep her on heartworm prevention. So despite being perfect, polite, peaceful, and practically glowing with good vibes, Cloud ended up heartworm positive through no fault of her own. Now she has to undergo treatment, so while she has begun the search for her forever family, she won't

Meet Cloud — the only creature on Earth who can make you feel lazy, unbothered, and wildly unproductive just by existing in the same room. Spend five minutes with her and suddenly you’re questioning why you thought multitasking was a personality trait. Why hurry? Why stress? Why not sit down, breathe, and become one with the furniture like Cloud does? Truly, she offers the kind of peace therapists wish they could bottle.

Cloud is a 3-year-old, 90-pound Great Pyrenees. She moves through life with the calm certainty of a dog who knows she’s majestic, knows she’s lovely, and knows darn well that everyone who meets her will fall hopelessly in love. But — and here’s where humans once again disappoint us — someone in her past didn’t bother to keep her on heartworm prevention. So despite being perfect, polite, peaceful, and practically glowing with good vibes, Cloud ended up heartworm positive through no fault of her own. Now she has to undergo treatment, so while she has begun the search for her forever family, she won't be ready to join them until around mid-January.

Cloud’s social résumé is honestly more impressive than most people’s. She loves other dogs — big dogs, little dogs, medium dogs, dogs with questionable hairstyles — all of them. If there’s a canine social hierarchy, Cloud simply floats above it, greeting everyone with the calm enthusiasm of someone who read one self-help book and now refus