Gynger

My story

Oh look, it’s Gynger—the dog equivalent of your favorite roommate. She’s the ultimate low-maintenance bestie—affectionate when the vibe is right, independent when it’s not, and way too emotionally evolved to beg for your constant attention (but don’t worry, she’ll accept it if you insist). Basically, she’s chill, gentle, and just the right amount of “I love you, but I also love alone time.” In short: if you’re looking for a dog who won’t cling to your leg like a static-charged toddler, Gynger’s your girl. Gynger – a 7.5-year-old, 45lb collie mix who’s mastered the fine art of being chill, mildly interested in your existence, and just overall unbothered by the drama of the world. She found herself unclaimed in the shelter, which is honestly baffling because she’s basically the dog version of a cozy Sunday morning—warm, calm, and totally underrated. If you’re looking for a low-key companion who won’t chew your shoes, cry when you leave the room, or demand constant entertainment, Gynger might just be your ideal match. Think of her as the wise, independent lady who’s done the zoomie phase and would now like to be appreciated for her calm demeanor and impeccable manners. Gynger is basically the Switzerland of dog interactions—peaceful, neutral, and generally unbothered. She gets along with the other dogs just fine, but don’t expect her to be leading the conga line at playtime. Every now and then she gets a wild hair and joins in the fun like, “Look at me, being social!”—and then promptly goes back to her regularly scheduled programming of minding her business. She’s not clingy, she’s not needy, and frankly, she’d thrive just fine as a solo act... unless there’s a thunderstorm. Then all bets are off. As for cats? We haven’t tested that theory, but based on her general vibe, we’d wager she’d give them the same amount of attention she gives most things—barely any. Kids? Sure, whatever. She’s fine with the little ones, accepts pets like a queen tolerating her subjects, and when she’s had enough of the sticky fingers and chaos, she simply removes herself like the emotionally mature adult she is. No drama, no fuss—just a polite Irish goodbye from the cuddle session. Meeting new people? She’s not jumping on anyone or flinging herself into laps. She’ll greet you with a tail wag, do her patented flop-and-roll move for belly rubs, and then expect you to come down to her level to deliver the goods. Dignified? Yes. Dramatic? Absolutely not. She’s not here to impress—she’s here to vibe. If you're looking for a jogging partner, a hiking buddy, or someone to accompany you on wild outdoor adventures... keep scrolling. But if you’ve ever dreamed of coexisting peacefully with a dog who requires next to nothing and is basically a living throw pillow, Gynger is your girl. Her energy level is a solid 2 out of 10. She’s basically the result of crossing a sloth with a decorative pillow. She moves when absolutely necessary—like if food is involved, or if a storm convinces her the apocalypse is upon us. Getting in the car? She’s gonna need a lift. Once in, she settles down like a polite little passenger, occasionally glancing out the window as if to say, “Ah yes, this is still Earth.” But open that car door too quickly, and suddenly we’ve got lift-off. You’ve got a two-second window to grab the leash before she launches her exit strategy. Walks? That’s cute. Gynger will go on a walk if you insist, but don’t expect synchronized strolling. It’s more of a collaborative negotiation: “Oh, you want to go that way? Interesting. I was thinking we could stand here. Or maybe lay down. No? Okay, I’ll go… in the opposite direction.”Adventures? No thank you. Gynger is a homebody through and through. She doesn't even like the couch, care for the couch if yo can believe that...she really is a unicorn dog. She prefers a quiet corner with a soft dog bed and zero expectations. Now, thunderstorms are the one thing that ruffle Gynger’s otherwise unshakable calm. When the skies start grumbling, she turns into a worried little wanderer—pacing the house, trying to find the coziest, most secure nook to wait it out. She’ll do her best to squeeze into impossibly tiny spots in search of safety. And yes, she might suddenly appear on your bed—possibly right on top of you—seeking comfort for a brief moment before continuing her storm-time patrol. Temperament-wise, Gynger is about as low-maintenance as it gets. She’ll greet you when you come home, accept a few head scratches like a queen being politely acknowledged, and then retreat to her corner to resume her regularly scheduled nap. She doesn’t need attention, approval, or company—just food, water, and occasional door-opening services.Her hobbies include: napping, judging, and sitting next to bones for emotional support. She’s not chewing them. She’s just... there for them. Spiritually. She would appreciate a securely fenced yard, mostly because she finds the concept of leashed potty breaks both insulting and inconvenient. She's not a runner, but she is stubborn enough to stand in one place for an hour refusing to pee. So yes, a yard is highly recommended unless you’re trying to develop extreme patience as a personal growth exercise. Gynger is fully potty trained—maybe too much so. She's the kind of gal who would rather cross her legs and wait it out than inconvenience you with a potty break. You’ll actually need to encourage her to go outside, because left to her own devices, she’d prefer to just hold it indefinitely. It’s both impressive and mildly concerning. As for the crate? She doesn’t need one. Gynger has full run of the house and uses her powers responsibly. No trash digging, no counter surfing, no mysterious pillow explosions—just a polite, quiet presence who sticks to her spot and minds her business. Gynger’s not much for small talk—or loud talk, for that matter. She’s the strong, silent type who prefers to keep her commentary to a minimum. While the younger dogs are busy alerting the entire neighborhood to the existence of the UPS truck or a suspicious squirrel, Gynger remains unbothered and unimpressed. She’ll occasionally let out a bark if one of the young whippersnappers is getting on her nerves, but even then, it’s more of a polite, “Please remove yourself from my personal space,” than a full-blown complaint. If you’ve made it this far and are thinking, “Wow, this sounds like the low-maintenance, no-nonsense, fluffy butt companion of my dreams,” then congratulations—you might just be Gynger’s person. But don’t get too excited just yet. You’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app first (rules are rules), and you’ll have to come to Yukon, OK to pick up Her Royal Chillness yourself.

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