King Arthur

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"Trust Issues? Never heard of her... unless you're King Arthur." Yes, yes—that King Arthur. The majestic, mildly skeptical, professional people-watcher himself. This royal floof may not gallop into your lap like a needy court jester, but don’t be fooled—he’s clocking your every move from a cozy distance with the kind of judgmental side-eye only a noble introvert can master. Arthur’s philosophy? Personal space is sacred, but so is proximity. He doesn’t need to be on top of you to love you—he just needs to be near you, like a fluffy security camera with emotional depth. Once he decides you’re not a peasant trying to steal the crown jewels, you’ll find a playful, dog-loving boy who enjoys romping with his canine comrades and quietly supervising your every move like the benevolent ruler he is. Basically, if you’ve been personally victimized by an overly clingy dog before, Arthur is here to restore balance to your kingdom. King Arthur is a 6-month-old, 40lb Great Pyrenees mix who almost didn’t make it out of the shelter—mostly because he took one look at humans and said, “Absolutely not.” Can you blame him? When your first few months are spent living feral and free of weird two-legged creatures, suddenly being expected to bond with them is like being dropped into an alien sitcom and told to laugh at the jokes. After three months in foster care learning that hands aren’t just for grabbing and that not all humans are walking red flags, our noble lad made real progress. Enter: his first adopter. And in under 24 hours—they decided his introverted vibes were too much. Back he came. But hey, we’re not crying over spilled kibble. Much like it took the right person to yank Excalibur from the stone, King Arthur is just waiting for his chosen one—the special someone who gets that earning the loyalty of a suspicious little fluff monarch takes more than a day and a few head pats. When he trusts you, you’ll have a loyal, goofy, and silently supportive shadow who just wants to be near you—judging the world together. King Arthur doesn’t need a savior. He needs a patient weirdo with snacks, a dog friend or two, and a willingness to let him be his glorious, slow-burning self. King Arthur is a true gentleman when it comes to other dogs—especially the older, wiser types who’ve outgrown the whole “body slamming for fun” phase. He’s not about that chaos. No, he prefers a peaceful coexistence with the distinguished elders of the canine world, where everyone just lounges in shared silence and nobody gets tackled. As for cats or small critters? While we haven’t officially introduced him to any, odds are he’d respond the same way he does to everything unfamiliar—with a healthy mix of suspicion, curiosity, and dramatic hesitation. But once he decides it’s not a threat, we imagine coexistence is well within reach. Surprisingly, for a dog who generally gives people the slow-blink of “I’m not sure you’re worth my trust yet,” Arthur is weirdly obsessed with the toddler in his foster home. He follows the kid around like a fluffy, aloof bodyguard and gently offers kisses like he’s been hired to protect the realm's tiniest noble. Apparently sticky fingers and juice-covered clothes are more trustworthy than full-grown adults. As for strangers? Arthur prefers to observe from afar with a look that says, “I’ve read your vibe, and the jury’s still out.” After three months, his foster family has almost earned full petting rights, so if you’re looking for an instant best friend… maybe adopt a Golden Retriever. But if you're into the slow burn—earning affection one side-eye at a time—Arthur just might be your guy. King Arthur’s energy level sits somewhere between a caffeinated meerkat and a border collie with a to-do list. He’s not unhinged, but he’s definitely got enough pep to keep things interesting—especially if there’s another dog around to share his toy in a dramatic, slow-motion prance through the yard like it’s the Olympic opening ceremony. Despite the energy, Arthur is firmly on Team Homebody. You won’t find him signing up for dog yoga in the park or sniffing cappuccinos on the patio of your local café. No, he’s the kind of guy who prefers to vibe in the backyard or silently monitor neighborhood activity from the comfort of a sunny patch on the floor. When offered a car ride, expect a face that says, “Why are we going somewhere when here exists?” Temperament-wise, he’s a blend of quiet skepticism and cautious curiosity. He watches the world like a detective in a noir film—one paw on the case, one eye on your snacks. He’s not here to entertain the masses or be the life of the party. He’s more of a “watch, assess, and eventually trust you” type. His favorite activity? Mildly chaotic, synchronized toy sharing with the older dog in the home. Think: dramatic tug-of-war that’s more about the performance than the victory. It’s wholesome. It’s weird. It’s him. A securely fenced yard is ideal—because off-leash walks right now would go about as well as asking a cat to do your taxes. And yes, he knows how to sit for a treat. He’s not uncultured, after all. Potty trained? Absolutely. King Arthur has already grasped the concept that carpets are not grassy fields, which is more than we can say for some full-grown dogs. Regal, refined, and fully capable of handling his bathroom affairs like a true gentleman. As for the kennel? Oh, he’s not just okay with it—he loves it. That crate is his royal chamber, his fortress of solitude, his personal no-peasants-allowed zone. Now, let’s not forget—he is still a puppy, which means the occasional bout of mischief is part of the package. While he hasn’t been a big chewer, puppy-proofing your home is still highly recommended unless you enjoy surprise home decor updates courtesy of curious baby teeth. He may be classy, but he’s still figuring out which things are toys and which things are, you know, not. King Arthur isn’t out here trying to be the next anchor on Good Morning, Neighborhood. He’s more of the “I’ll speak if and when it’s necessary” type—usually when the other dogs start barking first. Think of him as the reluctant backup singer in the Barking Boy Band. He’s not trying to lead the charge, but he’ll chime in if peer pressure or a suspicious squirrel demands it. So, if you’re sitting there thinking, “Wow, I’ve always dreamed of sharing my life with a mildly dramatic, side-eye-giving royal who prefers quiet companionship over constant PDA,” then congratulations—your weirdly specific wish has come true. Fill out that adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app so we can pass it along to his foster family (aka his current loyal subjects), and if all goes well, you can scoop up this majestic fluff in Kiefer, OK. Don’t leave him hanging—his throne awaits. 🏰🐾

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