Hi. Hello. Yes, it’s me — Carmel. I’m part of the Sunshine Getaway litter, which sounds very glamorous and vacation-y, but let me clarify something immediately: I personally believe sunshine is best enjoyed while someone is actively playing with me. Preferably with toys. Preferably with snacks involved at some point. I’m what you might call playful with a capital P. As in… if you sit down expecting a quiet evening, I will assume you’ve simply forgotten that your primary responsibility in life is entertaining me. It happens. Humans get distracted. I’m here to help. Now don’t get it twisted — I’m also very sweet. I just like to make sure you’ve earned it first. I’m a little shy when I meet new people, because obviously I need a moment to evaluate whether you’re worthy of my affection and my extremely important puppy opinions. But once I decide you pass inspection? Oh buddy. You get the full Carmel experience: happy wiggles, playful zoomies, and the kind of loyalty that says, “Yes, I have chosen you. You may stay.” I’m Carmel, an 11-week-old, 19-pound female Great Pyrenees / Golden Retriever mix, which basically means I’m a fluffy little combination of guardian princess and sunshine enthusiast. Think soft, sweet, and adorable… with just enough personality to keep things interesting. My siblings and I recently found ourselves in a bit of a pickle when we needed somewhere safe to go. Luckily, some very kind humans stepped in and reached out to the wonderful people at Pyr Paws N Fluffy Tails Rescue’s Fluffy Butt Program. And just like that, we went from “uh-oh, where are we going to go?” to “wow, look at all these people trying to help us.” So here I am. Safe, fluffy, and currently accepting applications for my future kingdom. I’m still just a baby, which means I’m growing, learning, and discovering how this whole “being a dog” thing works. But one thing I’ve already mastered? Being adorable enough that people stop what they’re doing and say, “Oh my gosh, look at her.” Honestly, it’s a skill. I practice daily. 🐾 Let’s talk about my social life for a moment, because frankly it’s one of my best qualities. I love other dogs. Like… truly appreciate them. They understand important things like proper zoomie etiquette, the joy of dramatic toy theft, and the universal language of “let’s run in circles for absolutely no reason.” Humans are great and all, but dogs? Dogs get me. In fact, if we’re being honest, I do much better with a canine roommate than flying solo. Another dog in the house means built-in playtime, someone to explore the yard with, and a professional wrestling partner who understands that this is all in good fun. I’m very playful, but I’m also polite about it. If another dog gives me the “okay kid, that’s enough” look, I respect the memo and back off like the well-mannered lady I am. So while I could technically be the only dog, the experts (my foster family and me, obviously) would highly recommend a home that already has a dog. Ah yes, the cat question. The mysterious creatures who live in houses but operate under their own set of laws. The official answer is… we’re not entirely sure yet. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting one in my foster home, so my feline diplomacy skills remain untested. The good news is I’m still a baby, which means I’m very capable of learning proper “how to live with small judgmental creatures” etiquette if introduced the right way. Ah yes… the small humans. I have in fact met a few of them — my foster family’s nephews, who come in the very official sizes of seven, four, and two years old. As you might imagine, that’s a lot of tiny humans moving around, making noise, and generally existing in a way that can feel… slightly overwhelming when you’re a sensitive young lady like myself. So when new people come into the house, my first instinct is usually to perform my award-winning move called “strategic retreat.” Some dogs charge forward to greet strangers. I prefer to run, hide, and evaluate the situation from a safe distance like a cautious woodland creature. Once I did warm up, I wasn’t rough, I wasn’t aggressive, and there were no issues at all. If anything, my response to overwhelming situations is simply to sit quietly or attempt to disappear. So yes, I could absolutely live with human siblings. I would just appreciate a family that understands I might need a minute to warm up to new people before unleashing my full, delightful personality. Energy Level: 8 out of 10. Now before anyone panics, this does not mean I’m running through walls or launching myself off furniture like a caffeinated kangaroo. It simply means I’m a young, happy puppy who believes the world contains many important activities that should be explored immediately. Things like playing, chasing toys, playing again, investigating leaves, wrestling with dog friends, and occasionally doing zoomies for absolutely no reason other than it feels correct. Once I’ve gotten my playtime and adventures in though, I’m perfectly capable of recharging like the fluffy little sunshine battery that I am. Puppies need naps. Lots of naps. Very serious naps. Let’s talk about my feelings regarding adventure, because apparently that’s a big selling point for puppies these days. New places? New experiences? New situations? Let’s just say my current stance is: that sounds like a lot. I much prefer the comfort of familiar surroundings where I know where the toys are, where the naps happen, and where I don’t have to constantly wonder if something unexpected is about to occur. Now that doesn’t mean I’ll never branch out as I grow up. I’m still a baby and learning that the world isn’t quite as suspicious as it sometimes feels. But for now, my dream lifestyle looks less like “extreme outdoor adventurer” and more like “professional cozy house dog with occasional backyard explorations.” Now let’s discuss my preferred real estate situation, because apparently this is something humans care deeply about. The professional recommendation from my management team (my foster family) is a securely fenced yard. Why? Because I love to run, chase balls, and play with other dogs like it’s my full-time job. A yard gives me the freedom to zoom around, stretch my legs, and conduct very important puppy business. Now let’s move on to house manners, which is the part where humans remember that I am, in fact, an 11-week-old puppy and not a fully trained tiny cloud that arrived preprogrammed with perfect life skills. Which means my future family will need to be ready for all the normal puppy responsibilities — things like potty training, puppy-proofing the house, socializing me, and continuing my training so I can grow into the brilliant, well-mannered dog I’m clearly destined to become. The good news is I’m smart, sweet, and very willing to participate in this whole “growing up to be an excellent dog” project. I just need a family who understands that raising a puppy means guiding, teaching, and setting me up for success — not expecting perfection right out of the gate. Now, if you’re thinking, “Wow, Carmel sounds perfect. I would love to adopt her immediately.” — first of all, excellent taste. Second… there is a very official process involved. You’ll need to fill out the adoption application so the nice people at Pyr Paws N Fluffy Tails Rescue can send it to my foster family for review. They’re the ones who know me best and will help decide if we’re the perfect match. Bureaucracy? Maybe. Necessary to ensure I get the best home ever? Also yes. And if everything works out and you are selected as the lucky winner of the Carmel Companion Experience, you will need to come pick me up in Piedmont, Oklahoma. So go ahead — fill out that application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app, impress the humans, and maybe I’ll see you soon. Your future fluffy best friend, Carmel ☀️🐾