Hi, I’m Kitana—your future soft, squishy emotional support cloud. I specialize in being gentle and sweet. I’m basically the living, breathing version of the fluffiest marshmallow you’d steal straight out of the bag—gentle, comforting, and impossible not to love once you get a little taste of my sweetness. I don’t come in hot or overwhelming… I just quietly exist, radiating soft girl energy and making everything feel a little warmer. I’m calm, I’m kind, and I’ve perfected the art of being the cozy presence you didn’t know you needed. The kind that settles in next to you, gives you those soft, soulful looks, and somehow makes even an ordinary moment feel like a really good one. If you’ve ever thought, “I just want something sweet and comforting in my life,” congratulations… you found her. I’m 8 years old, 103 pounds of pure, fluffy heart, and yes… I come with a little “seasonal spice.” You know how you get the sniffles, itchy eyes, and feel personally victimized by pollen? Same, bestie. Except my version includes itchy skin, the occasional ear infection, and some daily meds to keep me feeling my best. Is it glamorous? No. Is it manageable with the right human? Absolutely. My previous family loved me very much—like, a lot a lot—but sometimes love and budget don’t line up, and they made the incredibly hard decision to let me come back to rescue so I could find someone ready to handle my extra marshmallow maintenance. And listen… I know that might make some people scroll past me. Trust me, I know being considered a “senior” and needing daily meds doesn’t exactly have people lining up like it’s Black Friday. But here’s the part they’re missing…I’m the easy kind of love. No wild toddler phase. No “what is she chewing now?” mysteries. No chaos, no guesswork—just a soft, steady, already-figured-out kind of dog who knows how to exist in a home and love her people really, really well. Yes, I take daily meds. Yes, I might need a little extra care. But in return? You get 103 pounds of loyal, gentle, marshmallow-level comfort who will be your calm in the middle of everything. I’m not the flashy, brand-new puppy everyone rushes toward I’m the one you come home to… and feel better instantly. And if you ask me? That’s a pretty incredible deal. I’ve lived with both large dogs and the fun-sized variety, and once I realize no one is here to disrupt my peaceful marshmallow lifestyle, we’re all good. I just like a proper introduction—no surprise parties, please. I’m a lady of routine, not chaos. Cats? Oh yes, I have one of those. It exists. We coexist. It does its mysterious cat things, I mind my business, and together we maintain a peaceful, drama-free household. Honestly, I deserve an award for my professionalism. Kids? I’ve been around them in multiple sizes—tiny human, medium human, and full-grown human—and I have handled it with the grace of a 103-pound angel. I am gentle, patient, and fully committed to the “please pet me, I will love you forever” lifestyle. I’ve never growled, never caused a scene—I simply show up, be sweet, and accept my role as the large, fluffy emotional support system for all ages. So yes, I’m basically the coworker everyone hopes they get paired with in a group project: easygoing, kind, and not here to cause problems. Energy level? I’m sitting at a solid 3 out of 10, which is a very professional way of saying I enjoy movement… in moderation… with breaks… and ideally followed by a nap. Think “let’s go for a stroll” not “let’s train for a marathon.” Getting in the car? Listen… my front half is fully committed. My back half occasionally needs a gentle reminder that we are, in fact, doing this. Give me a little boost and I’m in—no complaints, no theatrics. Once I’m settled, I’m a lovely passenger. I might get a little excited because, hello, we are going somewhere, but I’m not about to lose my mind over it. Leash walking? I do fine. I’m not out here trying to drag you into another dimension or prove a point. We walk, we exist, we maybe sniff something important. It’s a whole experience. Am I an adventure-seeker or a homebody? I enjoy a nice outing, but let’s not get carried away—I fully intend to come home, resume my marshmallow duties, and supervise from a comfortable location. Toys? No thank you. Water play? Also no. I’m not here for nonsense activities. I’m here for meaningful connection and comfortable surfaces. Overall vibe? Gentle. Sweet. Calm. Emotionally supportive. Basically a large, sentient marshmallow who has her life together. Now, about housing—let’s be clear. I need a securely fenced yard. Not a “we’ll just see how it goes” situation, not a tie-out (absolutely not, I am not a lawn ornament), and definitely not apartment life. I will wander. Commands? Oh yes, I am highly educated. I know “sit” and “lay down,” which, if you think about it, covers about 90% of my daily responsibilities anyway. Efficiency. Potty trained? Obviously. I’m 8, not a freshman in college figuring things out for the first time without mom around. Crate trained? No. And frankly, I feel like at this stage in my life, we can all agree I’ve earned the right to not be grounded in a box. Chewing things I shouldn’t? Causing mischief? Absolutely not. I am not out here making poor life choices. I behave like a lady. Do I bark? I mean… I am a Great Pyrenees, not a goldfish. Of course I bark. Sometimes it’s at real things, sometimes it’s at things only I can perceive, like distant leaf movement or the concept of a sound. It’s part of my charm. So here’s the deal… If you’ve been looking for a calm, gentle, emotionally stable, oversized marshmallow who will quietly love you like it’s her full-time job—congratulations, you’ve found me. I’m past the puppy nonsense, I come with excellent house manners, I get along with basically everyone, and I will be your soft, steady “everything’s going to be okay” presence at the end of every day. Now for the part where you prove you’re serious… You’ll need to fill out an adoption application (yes, actual effort will be required—deep breaths, you can do this). Once you’re approved, they’ll send your info over to my foster family so they can make sure you’re worthy of this level of marshmallow perfection. And then—you come get me in Bixby, OK. Go ahead… apply at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app I’ll be here, being adorable and waiting patiently like the polite queen that I am.