Oh hi. Yes, it’s me. The whole reason your life has felt a little… incomplete lately. You didn’t know it yet, but don’t worry—I’ve connected the dots for you that I am what you have been missing! My overall personality? Imagine if someone took sunshine, wrapped it in fur, and then added just a tiny dash of “please pet me again, I wasn’t emotionally prepared for you to stop.” That’s me. I am, at my core, a very sweet girl who simply loves to be loved. If there is affection available within a 10-foot radius, I will find it. If there is not? I will politely (read: persistently) remind you that you are clearly forgetting your responsibilities. At my core, I’m just a really sweet soul who wants to be close to her person, soak up all the attention, and return it tenfold. Think loyal best friend, cozy blanket, and slightly clingy shadow… all rolled into one very adorable package. So if you’ve been searching for a dog whose main life goal is to love you like it’s her full-time job… congratulations. You’ve found her. Well well well… if it isn’t you, about to fall in love with a slightly fluffy, extremely lovable, been-through-some-things-but-still-a-queen icon. Go ahead, take a seat as I share how I ended up here again. I’m Tricksie — 3.5 years old, 86 pounds of Australian Shepherd mix perfection… with a little extra insulation. What can I say? I believe in enjoying life. Snacks are a personality trait, not a flaw. Now, my story? It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster. Not the fun kind with funnel cake at the end. More like the “why am I upside down again?” kind. I started out in a home where I had a little too much… freedom. Like, “let’s go on neighborhood adventures without supervision” kind of freedom. Turns out, the city was not a fan of my independent spirit and after many warnings, gave my family an ultimatum—find me a new home or risk me ending up somewhere much, much worse. So off to rescue I went. And honestly? That’s when things started looking up. I entered my glow-up era, became the best version of myself (you’re welcome), and found a home where I was the center of someone’s universe. As I should be. For a few beautiful years, life was exactly how I like it—just me, my people, and all the love. Then life did that thing it does… and my adopters went their separate ways. And just like that, I lost my home again. Some kind friends stepped in (which I do appreciate), and for a while it worked. I knew them, I felt safe, and things were okay. But then came more changes—more animals in this home, a new baby on the way, more activity—and suddenly I went from being the girl to just… one of many. And listen. I’ve tried. I really have. But at the end of the day, I’m not a “share the spotlight” kind of gal. I’m a “main character, center stage, only child energy” kind of gal. All these changes? It’s just been a little too much for me. So here I am. Again. Not because I’m not a good dog—because I am. A really, really good one. But because I thrive in a home where I can be someone’s everything… not just part of the background noise. So, what is the deal with me and other dogs? Look, I’m not some anti-social gremlin. I can hang. I’ll play, I’ll coexist, I’ll even have a good time. I’m perfectly capable of being part of a group situation when the vibe is right. However. Let’s not get carried away and start thinking I’m into this whole “sharing my humans” concept. Because I am not. I don’t recall signing any agreements that said I had to split affection like it’s a group project. I prefer a more… exclusive contract. So yes, I get along with other dogs for the most part. I can be friendly, playful, and a generally pleasant member of society. But when it comes to my people? I like to keep that VIP access limited. And honestly… can you blame me? When you’ve been passed around as much as I have, you start to realize that love isn’t something you want to share like snacks at a party. You kind of want to hold onto it a little tighter. Keep it close. Make sure it doesn’t disappear again. So yeah, I can be social, I can be polite, I can even play nice… but when it comes to my person? I’m just looking for something that finally feels like mine to keep. Ah yes, children. My public relations specialty. I don’t mean to brag (okay, I do), but this is where I really shine. Tiny humans? Love them. Bigger humans? Also love them. I’ve worked with the full range—from the “just learned how to exist” babies to full-blown teenagers with opinions—and I handle it like a seasoned professional. I’m patient. I’m gentle. I’m kind. Basically, I’m the dog version of that one saintly adult everyone trusts to supervise the chaos. Want a walking buddy for your kid? Perfect. I will happily clock in for my shift and escort them like it’s my job… because it kind of is. I take my role very seriously. So if your household includes kids and you’re worried about how I’ll do—please. This is my strong suit. I’m basically a furry, slightly fluffy, very loving babysitter who also accepts payment in snacks and belly rubs. Energy level? I’d call myself a solid, well-balanced 5. I’m what you’d call… manageable excellence. I can match your vibe—whether that’s a nice walk or a quality lounging session in the sun like the fluffy queen I am. Car rides? Obsessed. Love them. Big fan. Would rate 10/10. I sit, I relax, I enjoy the ride like I’ve got places to be and people to see. Leash manners? Oh, I don’t mean to show off, but this is another one of my talents. I walk like a lady. No dragging you down the street, no embarrassing behavior. Just me, looking fabulous, casually reminding everyone we pass that I am, in fact, the full package. As for lifestyle—I’m the perfect mix. I love a good walk, I enjoy getting out and about, but I am also deeply committed to the art of lounging. Give me a yard, a little sunshine, and a nice spot to supervise my kingdom, and I will happily soak it all in like the peaceful, slightly dramatic sun goddess that I am. Ah yes, my living arrangement preferences. Let’s discuss my standards. I do love a good yard. There’s just something about having my own outdoor kingdom where I can lounge dramatically in the sun and supervise absolutely nothing that makes me feel important. That said, I’m not unreasonable—if you’re committed to regular walks and actually mean it (not the “we’ll go tomorrow” kind), I could make apartment life work. I’m adaptable… within reason. Now, let’s talk brains. I’m not just a pretty face with a little extra fluff—I’m educated. Sit, wait, down, here, paw, roll over… I mean, at this point I’m basically one trick away from starting my own talent show. You’re welcome. Potty trained? Obviously. I’m a lady.Kennel? Love it. That’s my personal suite. Destructive habits? Please. I’m not out here redecorating your home with my teeth. I don’t chew your stuff, I don’t cause problems, I don’t plot your downfall, like cats, while you’re gone. I simply exist… beautifully. Do I bark? Yes—but with purpose. I’m not just out here yelling into the void. If someone’s at the door or creeping near my gate, I will be notifying the household like the responsible security system that I am. So really, what I’m saying is… I’m low maintenance. Let’s take a moment to really talk about the most important thing here… me being outrageously, inconveniently, almost suspiciously sweet. I don’t just like my people—I love them. Deeply. Intensely. Possibly a little clingy, but we’re going to call it “devoted” because that sounds better. If you sit down, I’m there. If you move rooms, I’m there. If you even think about needing emotional support? Already handled. I take my job very seriously. I’m the kind of dog who leans into you like I’m trying to become one with your soul. The kind who looks at you like you personally hung the moon. I don’t need constant chaos or excitement—I just need you. Your presence, your attention, your affection. That’s my happy place. That’s where I thrive. So if you’re looking for a dog who’s independent and does their own thing… respectfully, keep scrolling. But if you want a best friend who will love you with her whole entire heart, stick by your side, and make you feel like the most important person in the world? I am her. And now we’ve reached the part where you admit your life has been missing an 86-pound, slightly fluffy, highly affectionate, professionally trained best friend who comes with just the right amount of personality and a whole lot of love. All I’m asking for is a home where I can finally stick the landing. A place where I’m not just another dog—but the dog. Your dog. Forever this time. Now… here’s where you do a little work. If you would like the honor of meeting me (and let’s be honest, you absolutely do), you’ll need to fill out an adoption application. Yes. A whole application. Paperwork builds character, and I have standards. Once you’ve proven yourself worthy, my people will send it over to my foster family for review. They take their job very seriously… as they should, because I am clearly a premium product. And when you’re approved? You will make your way to Bethany, Oklahoma to pick me up. I will not be shipped, delivered, or magically appear on your doorstep. Greatness requires a little effort. Go ahead. Apply at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app I’ll be here… waiting, judging, and saving you a spot on the couch.