Lovey

My story

Meet Lovey — because apparently subtlety wasn't an option when the universe handed out names. Yes, she’s exactly what her name implies: a walking, tail-wagging, human-adoring ball of affection who treats every new person like they’ve just returned from war. Personal space? Never heard of it. Alone time? Not if Lovey has anything to say about it. If you're the kind of person who can’t even pee without an audience, congratulations — your soulmate has arrived. Lovey is absolutely thriving in the “I must be near my human at all times” lifestyle, but she’d also do great with a dog friend to help split the emotional workload when you (rudely) leave for work or, heaven forbid, go to the mailbox. Basically, if you're into unconditional love, daily snuggles, and a dog who thinks your presence is the best thing since peanut butter, come get yourself a Lovey. Lovey – 22 pounds of clingy royalty with a name that sounds like it came from a Valentine’s Day card and a personality to match. At 5 years old, this Cavalier King Charles Spaniel has mastered the art of adoration. She didn’t choose the Velcro life—it chose her. She came to us after being a bit of a surprise addition for her previous owner, who quickly realized that “surprise dog” isn’t exactly a lifestyle they were ready for. (Spoiler alert: Lovey was ready. She was born ready. For cuddles. For affection. For being your emotional support blanket.) Lovey has the social finesse of a seasoned diplomat wrapped in 22 pounds of silky, judgment-free affection. She waltzed into her foster home like she owned the place (because, obviously, she does now) and seamlessly joined the dog crew without causing drama. She's not the clingy sorority sister of the group, nor is she the aloof art major in the corner—she’s just here to be adored, thanks. Cats? Unclear. But considering she thinks the world exists purely for her to be adored, she’d probably just assume they’re weird little fans she hasn’t met yet. As for kids—none have been tested yet, but if they show up ready to hand over snacks and adoration, she’s likely game. Lovey is an equal-opportunity lap-occupier and will gladly bestow her presence upon anyone with warm thighs and low expectations. And when it comes to new people? Please. Lovey meets strangers like she’s the guest of honor on a red carpet. She walks up with the confidence of someone who knows her worth—and assumes you do too. She doesn't ask if you want to pet her; she knows you do. She doesn't wonder if you want her in your lap; she is already in it. And eye contact? Prepare yourself for a soul-reading session that ends with you whispering, “I’d die for you,” while she blinks slowly in smug approval. Lovey operates at an energy level somewhere between a mildly interested sloth and a cat who just woke up from her third nap of the day. If you’re looking for a jogging partner or someone to do mountain goat things with on weekends—keep scrolling. But if you want a dainty, 22-pound parade float of affection who gets her zoomies from the joy of watching you pour kibble, congrats. You’ve found her. As a travel companion, Lovey is the kind of girl who jumps into the car like she’s ready for Coachella, but really just wants to ride shotgun to the Starbucks drive-thru and maybe get a pup cup if the barista seems emotionally available. She’s game for any adventure, as long as “adventure” involves minimal physical exertion and maximum lap time. Walking? Oh, she does it. Beautifully. Like a tiny, well-mannered aristocrat taking in the local gossip while casually strutting down the sidewalk. She’s not dragging you like a sled dog on espresso, nor is she pancaking into the grass in protest. This girl knows how to walk with dignity—and accept pets from every neighbor like she’s running for office. Lovey is absolutely down for errands and outings—as long as those outings don’t involve too much cardio. She's a fan of social events where she can be admired without having to do anything overly athletic. Her ideal evening includes one polite walk, three compliments from strangers, and then a solid couch cuddle where she can waller on you like a living weighted blanket with a heartbeat. Her temperament? Delightfully lazy with occasional bursts of enthusiasm—usually triggered by food or your sudden reappearance after going to check the mail. She will flop all over you in a dramatic display of love, convinced that every second without her snuggled into your body is a second wasted. Her hobbies include: eating, pretending she’s starving right after eating, walking just far enough to be admired by the neighbors, and cuddling like it’s her full-time job (which, to be fair, it kind of is). She’s not going to run laps around the backyard, but she’ll happily follow you around the house like a fuzzy little assistant manager who just wants to make sure everything’s being done correctly. A fenced yard? Optional. She’s not a flight risk—she’s more of a follow-you-to-the-door-and-then-wait-politely kind of gal. And yes, she knows sit. She’s not going to brag about it, but she will do it with pride… especially if snacks are involved. Potty trained? Absolutely. Lovey is far too refined for indoor peasant business. She handles her affairs outside like the polite little lady she is—no drama, no accidents, just silent judgment if you're the one taking too long. As for kenneling—well, she doesn’t exactly request a crate, but she’ll go in like she’s making a grand sacrifice to appease the humans. The couch, however? Now that’s where Lovey shines. She doesn’t just sit on it—she belongs there. She claims her spot with the confidence of someone who paid rent and left her name on the lease. Don’t bother pretending you were planning to sit there anyway—Lovey has already rearranged the throw pillows for maximum lounging efficiency and is prepared to silently judge your Netflix choices from her velvet throne. And mischief? Please. Lovey doesn’t have time for such lowbrow activities. She’s too busy perfecting the art of the elegant sprawl and keeping her ears perfectly fluffed. You want a troublemaker? Look elsewhere. Lovey is a lady. If you’ve made it this far and haven’t already rearranged your life to adopt this snuggle queen, what are you even doing? Lovey is accepting applications from qualified humans who enjoy being adored, sharing their couch, and never peeing alone again. But fair warning: she doesn’t ship. If you want to bask in her glorious presence, you’ll need to come to Broken Arrow, Oklahoma—because the royal fluff does not deliver herself. Fill out that adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app now, before she decides you're not worthy. 👑🐾

If you have any questions or would like to adopt Lovey, please reach out to the adoption group directly. PetSmart Charities does not facilitate the adoption process. Thank you.