🍃 Kiwi’s Story — as told by Kiwi herself (a 10-week-old, 7lb female Great Pyrenees mix with professionally painted eyeshadow and the face of a woodland creature who definitely knows she’s cute), currently accepting applications for the role of “Person Who Will Worship Me Accordingly.” Being fostered in Mustang, Oklahoma Apply to adopt me: https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app 🐾 Hello. Hi. Yes. It is me. Kiwi. I know what you are thinking already. “Surely that dog was handcrafted in a lab specifically to make people say awww and I want...and she cannot be real!” And honestly? I cannot confirm or deny that information. What I can confirm is that I am soft, sweet, and operating at the emotional level of a warm weighted blanket with paws. My foster family says I am overall very calm and loving, which feels accurate. I am more interested in things like gentle cuddles, quietly existing near my people, and making you feel guilty for ever needing to leave the house again, which is probably why I get to go to work with my foster mom so often. And before you ask — yes, I am aware that I have some of the coolest facial markings around. Honestly, it feels surreal that I was given this much natural beauty this early in life, but I have decided to use my powers responsibly. Mostly. By “responsibly,” I mean I absolutely use my adorable little face to convince humans to do literally anything I want. Extra cuddles? Done. Being carried around like royalty? Obviously. Forgiveness for puppy crimes? Immediate. I came into rescue after my mom, my siblings, and I were abandoned and left to fend for ourselves. Unfortunately, that quickly turned into an all-you-can-eat buffet for parasites. Ticks. Intestinal parasites. The whole horrifying nightmare package. In fact, my sister Cherry almost lost her life because she was so covered in ticks. Over 100 were removed from her, and there were still more left behind. She ended up needing hospitalization and even a blood transfusion just to survive. Yeah. Not exactly the glamorous puppyhood experience you picture when you see a “fluffy baby cloud.” But thankfully, that part of our story is behind us now. These days, I am focusing on much more important things. Like growing into my oversized paws. Learning how to properly execute dramatic puppy flops during nap time. Overall, I am a sweet, loving little puppy who is soaking up the good life now that I finally get to feel safe. I enjoy people, cuddles, soft beds, snacks, and generally existing as the tiny center of attention I was clearly born to be. As for other dogs, I would like the record to show that I have already decided my foster family’s two 85-pound female Pyrs are my emotional support giants. I adore them. Follow them around? Yes. Play with them? Absolutely. Act like their tiny fuzzy intern? Also yes. As for cats… unfortunately, I cannot provide a formal statement at this time because I have not actually met one yet. I know. Somewhere out there, there is probably a cat currently relieved to hear that tiny fluffy Kiwi has not arrived to investigate their business yet. Children? I recently met a 4-year-old little boy and let me tell you — I absolutely lost my tiny puppy mind over him. The second I saw him, my tail started wagging like it had been personally powered by a helicopter engine, and all I wanted to do was get closer and cover him in kisses. Which, according to the humans, was “the cutest thing ever” because apparently I do not even get that excited meeting most adults. Sorry grown-ups. I do not make the rules. Tiny humans just seem more fun and appropriately sized for my level of emotional enthusiasm. I was sweet, affectionate, and completely smitten with him from the start. Honestly, if he had put me in a toy stroller and driven me around the neighborhood, I probably would have accepted my fate immediately. On the official Energy Level Scale, I would rate myself around a 4 out of 10. Which means I do enjoy playing and exploring, but I am not out here training for the Puppy Olympics. I prefer a balanced lifestyle. A little playtime, a little lounging, a little dramatically staring at my foster family until someone acknowledges how cute I am. Adventure-wise, I currently lean more toward “cozy homebody with emotional support tendencies.” I love being home with my people and my giant fluffy foster sisters. Honestly, my favorite activity right now is simply existing near those I love like a tiny fuzzy barnacle. We will know more about my feelings on grand adventures once I am fully vaccinated and able to explore the world safely. But for now? If given the choice between climbing a mountain or snuggling near my family while looking adorable… I think we all know which option I am choosing. Overall, my personality can best be described as “tiny retired grandma trapped in a puppy body.” Seriously. Everyone comments on how calm I am. While other puppies are out here treating life like a nonstop demolition derby, I am over here quietly entertaining myself with toys, supervising yard activities, and taking emotionally significant naps. Now, do not get me wrong — I absolutely have my little bursts of energy. Sometimes I zoom around with toys or play with my big foster sister like I have suddenly remembered I am, in fact, a puppy. But once my battery runs out? Lights off. System reboot initiated. I am also surprisingly good at reading social cues from the resident Pyrs. I already understand that the 3-year-old Pyr enjoys playing, while the 5-year-old Pyr has reached the “absolutely not” stage of adulthood and will not be participating in my nonsense. As for water? Hard pass. No thank you. I did not survive ticks, parasites, and outdoor abandonment just to willingly splash around in wet nonsense. Toys, however? Excellent invention. Big fan. I especially enjoy having plenty of options because apparently I like to curate my own little toy collection like a tiny fluffy dragon guarding treasure. When it comes to living situations, I actually seem pretty adaptable. I am on the smaller side right now and do not require endless outdoor activity. I enjoy exploring the yard, but I am also perfectly content hanging out inside near my people. Because of my calmer personality, I may actually do okay in an apartment as long as I get regular walks and companionship. Basically, I am not searching for a family to run marathons with me. I am searching for a family who appreciates soft cuddles, gentle companionship, occasional puppy silliness, and a tiny fluffy roommate who looks like she was hand-painted by Disney animators. As for potty training, I am actually doing impressively well for a tiny baby creature whose entire brain is still developing in real time. I am also beginning to go to the door when I need to potty, which feels extremely advanced and mature of me personally. Of course, I still need supervision because I am, at the end of the day, still a puppy and not a fully licensed adult citizen yet. At night, I sleep in my kennel like a good little nugget. I do not get on the couch, do not chew on things I should not, and apparently do not have many mischievous habits at all. Which frankly feels suspicious for a puppy. My foster family keeps waiting for me to reveal some deep hidden criminal mastermind personality, but so far my biggest offenses have been “being too cute” and “occasionally fitting through places I technically should not fit through.” Overall, I am sweet. Gentle. Calm. A little sensitive to loud noises or sudden movements because of my rough start in life, but every day I grow more comfortable and confident. My foster family says I may actually be the easiest puppy they have ever fostered, which feels like a very impressive title.