Oh good, you’re here. I was starting to think I’d have to file a formal complaint about not being included in your life yet. Hi, I’m Viola—professional companion, part-time shadow, full-time “where are we going and can I come?” enthusiast. I’m not here to reinvent the wheel… I’m here to sit next to it, follow it around, and make sure it feels emotionally supported. I’m what the professionals call a “steady, well-balanced, good girl,” which is just a fancy way of saying I don’t wake up every morning choosing nonsense. I read the room. I match the vibe. You want to go for a walk? Amazing, I’m already at the door. You want to rot on the couch and question your life choices? Perfect, I will be pressed against you like a very supportive, slightly furry weighted blanket. I am a 45-pound, female Golden Retriever mix who somehow found herself in a shelter. How? Truly unclear. I’ve gone over the possibilities, and none of them make sense… because have you met me? It’s honestly shocking no one came looking. Like misplacing your phone, your keys, or your will to function before coffee—just doesn’t add up. But hey, their loss is about to be your greatest life upgrade. So while my origin story remains a mystery, my future is very clear: I belong with people who appreciate a steady, loyal, all-around wonderful companion. I LOVE other dogs. Like… deeply. Passionately. If I see a dog, I assume we are already best friends and it is simply a matter of when, not if, we begin playing. I bring big “let’s goooo!!!” energy to the table, which I personally think is charming. Now… am I still polishing my “hello, nice to meet you” skills? Sure. Sometimes my introduction is a little… forward. Occasionally that includes an awkward attempt at what humans call “humping,” but I prefer to think of it as an overenthusiastic networking strategy. The good news? Other dogs are excellent communicators. They give me a quick “ma’am, absolutely not,” and I say “heard, thank you for your feedback,” and we move on to normal playing like the professionals we are. So yes—huge fan of dogs, excellent playmate, just currently enrolled in “How to Make Friends Without Being Weird 101.” I’m doing great, honestly. Cats. So here’s the thing—I find cats absolutely fascinating. Like, “must observe immediately, up close, with great enthusiasm” fascinating. Apparently this is not the vibe cats are going for. They seem to prefer things like personal space. Pfft. I suspect this stems from my past life as a street-savvy independent woman, where “see small fuzzy creature” meant “engage immediately.” Old habits, you know? So for everyone’s safety, dignity, and overall stress levels—especially the cat’s—we’re going to go ahead and say I would do best in a home without feline roommates. Ah yes, tiny humans. I have experience. I have, in fact, been around children—both at the vet and my foster’s brave little neighbor. And I’ve done great! Big fan. Very entertaining. 10/10 would hang out again. That said… I do occasionally tap into my inner sheepdog. You know, just a little light herding here and there, maybe some gentle “let me guide you with my mouth” moments. Nothing aggressive—just me trying to keep everyone organized and moving efficiently like a well-run operation. So while I adore kids, I’d probably do best with older ones who won’t take it personally when I appoint myself as their supervisor and lightly mouth them. In summary: great with kids, slightly managerial, occasionally mouthy… but always well-intentioned. Let’s talk about my lifestyle, because I am what you’d call well-balanced. Energy level? I’m a solid 5 out of 10. Not out here training for a marathon, but also not a decorative throw pillow. I’m the perfect “let’s do something… but also let’s sit down after” kind of girl. Now—car rides. I would LOVE to tell you I leap gracefully into vehicles like a majestic gazelle, but unfortunately I am built more like a compact potato with legs. So yes, I require a small boost. A lift. A gentle assist. A “princess boarding procedure,” if you will. But once I’m in? Oh, I am an absolute professional. Calm, collected, ready for adventure like I’ve got places to be and people to impress. On leash? Flawless. Stunning. Elegant. I walk like the little lady I am—no nonsense, no dragging you into traffic, just a nice, respectable stroll like we both have our lives together. Adventure or homebody? The answer is: you. Whatever you’re doing, I’m in. Hiking? Cool. Couch? Also cool. Running errands? Obviously I should be included. I’m not picky about the activity—I’m picky about the company, and that company is you. Temperament-wise, I am what experts would call a steady, wonderful angel baby. I match your energy, I go with the flow, and I form strong emotional attachments… which is a polite way of saying I will follow you everywhere. And yes—everywhere includes the bathroom. You think you’re going alone? Incorrect. I will Kool-Aid Man my way into that situation like “OH YEAH, WE’RE IN THIS TOGETHER NOW.” Privacy is a myth. I am your tiny, loyal shadow. Let’s wrap this up with my resume, because frankly… it’s impressive. Water? Love it. Splashing, wading, living my best mermaid-adjacent life. Toys? Also yes. Especially the fluffy ones… which, just to be clear, have a very short life expectancy in my care. Living situation? I am what you’d call a versatile queen. Big yard? Amazing. Apartment life with walks? Also amazing. I’m not high-maintenance about where I live… as long as I’m with my people. That’s the main requirement. The rest is just set design. Commands? Oh, I’m educated. Sit, down, paw, come, wait, drop it, no… I even know “dinner,” which is arguably the most important one. We’re working on “roll over,” because clearly I am an overachiever. Potty trained? Obviously. I’m a lady. Kennel? I do great. I can hang out in there when needed, but honestly… I could probably be trusted to roam because I’m not out here redecorating your house without permission. Chewing habits? Again, if it’s fluffy… it’s not long for this world. Everything else? Totally fine. I’m not a menace, I just have very specific tastes. Barking? I use my voice when necessary—important announcements, mild complaints, or when the group chat (aka the other dogs) gets going. Now, let’s talk about my brain. Because wow. I am smart. Suspiciously smart. The kind of smart where you look at me and go, “she’s thinking about something.” Probably a mix of Golden Retriever sweetness and herding dog “I will be running this operation now” energy. It’s a powerful combination: loving, loyal, and just the right amount of stubborn to keep things interesting. At the end of the day, I’m just a really special girl. I love my people, I love soft beds, I love snacks, I love being involved in literally everything you’re doing at all times. So here’s the deal… If you’ve made it this far, you’re either deeply invested… or you’ve already mentally cleared a spot on your couch for me. Either way, I support your decision-making. I am sweet, steady, ridiculously smart, and devoted in that “I will follow you into every room including ones you thought were private” kind of way. I’m the perfect mix of “let’s go do something fun” and “let’s never leave this couch again.” I love my people with my whole entire heart, and honestly? I’m just really, really easy to love. Now for the important part—because apparently I cannot just show up at your house unannounced You will need to fill out an adoption application so my people can send it over to my foster family. Yes, paperwork. Yes, effort. I know. Tragic. But this is how you earn access to all of this greatness. 👉 https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app And then—you come get me. In Midwest City, OK. Not “can you meet me halfway,” not “can you drop her off,” not “can she just magically appear in my living room.” No. You come to me. So go ahead. Fill out the app. Impress my people. Come meet me.