Emmett Dalton

My story

Meet Emmett Dalton: outlaw by name, (believed) introvert by nature. At first glance, Emmett’s the strong, silent type—more Clint Eastwood than Jim Carrey. He prefers to observe the world from a safe distance, like a suspicious old man peeking through the blinds at the new neighbors. But don’t let the cool demeanor fool you—once you’re deemed worthy, he flips the switch from “stoic cowboy” to “goofy sidekick.” And, suddenly he’s bouncing around like he’s auditioning for a feel-good Disney movie. Toys become sacred treasures, and you? You become the chosen one. Meet Emmett Dalton — the 13-pound, 3-to-4-month-old Great Pyrenees mix with the soul of a wise old man and the haircut of a kid who “decided they wanted bangs.” Emmett came to us the way all great western legends do… found in a ditch with his brother Gratton. No posse, no plan, just two fluffy desperados trying to survive the wild frontier (aka rural Oklahoma). When a kind stranger scooped him up, they discovered he was more burr bush than dog. So, naturally, he got an emergency buzz cut. But don't worry—his glorious Pyr fluff is already plotting its comeback, stronger and poofier than ever. So if you’re looking for a puppy with a tragic backstory, a questionable haircut, and a heart of gold… saddle up. Emmett Dalton might just be your ride-or-die. Emmett Dalton may have started life in a ditch, but he’s climbing the social ladder one awkward greeting at a time. He’s a little timid at first—think wallflower at a middle school dance—but give him five minutes, a squeaky toy, and maybe a treat, and suddenly he’s your new best friend, flopping into your lap like you’ve been bonded for life. He’s currently in the “I love you so much I might pee when I see you” stage of development. He adores playing with his brother and would love a canine mentor to show him the ropes—ideally one who’s patient and doesn’t mind a slightly clingy sidekick. As for the adult dog in the house? Emmett thinks they’re besties. The adult dog thinks Emmett is invisible. It’s a very one-sided bromance. He’s smart (like scary smart), already mastering “sit” and working on not face-planting into your knees at mealtimes. Outside, Emmett is a nature enthusiast—every blade of grass is a marvel, every flower petal a potential new toy. He’s got the cutest loping run you’ve ever seen, like a baby deer who hasn’t figured out where his legs go yet, and he’ll pause mid-adventure just to nuzzle your hand before galloping off again. He hasn’t found his voice yet, which is honestly a blessing, and he’s been letting his brother do all the barking on their behalf. So far, no opinions on cats—but nothing about him screams “predator,” so we’re cautiously optimistic. He’s met some kids (age 10+), and after an initial moment of “who are these loud tiny humans,” he decides they’re pretty cool—especially if they come bearing toys. Meeting strangers? Emmett prefers the slow-burn approach. You’ll get the classic “stranger danger” stare at first, but bust out a toy or a snack, and he’ll be in your lap like you’ve been besties since birth. Once you're in the inner circle, expect tail wags, snuggles, and enthusiastic greetings that occasionally involve all four paws leaving the ground. You're welcome. Oh, Emmett. If energy levels were animal hybrids, he’d be somewhere between a sleepy baby goat and a mildly caffeinated meerkat. Sitting at a solid 6 out of 10, he’s not exactly climbing mountains before breakfast, but he’s also not going to politely decline your invite to play. He’s got a puppy curiosity that’s just starting to blossom, which means one minute he’s your shadow, and the next he's the class clown making everyone laugh with his antics. Right now, Emmett’s still figuring out if he’s more “let’s hike Everest” or “let’s not and say we did.” His vibe leans toward inquisitive explorer, but he’s taking baby steps—literally. Once his confidence catches up with his curiosity, don’t be surprised if he’s your new favorite errand buddy or adventurer. Temperament-wise, he’s got big “quiet kid in class who suddenly gets the zoomies” energy. When he first meets you, he gives you the side-eye like he’s deciding if you’re worth the emotional investment. But once you're in, you’re in—suddenly he’s bouncing around like a rubber ball in a tile bathroom, grinning, tail-wagging, and inviting you into his world of toys and snuggles. Speaking of toys—this pup has a PhD in Squeakyology. Squeaks? He’s there. Balls? Loping after them like a majestic, fluffy deer. Shoelaces? Excellent for an impromptu tug-o-war session, obviously. After playtime, he’s more than happy to flop down beside you for a power nap because, after all, being this cute is exhausting. Water? Hard pass. He drinks it, sure, but let the record show he has zero intention of being a water dog. If you're dreaming of a little swimmer, Emmett says: "Respectfully, no." As far as home setups go? Emmett’s pretty flexible. Apartment, house, castle—he doesn’t care, as long as there’s a space to stretch those growing legs and someone willing to toss a toy, hand over a snack, or offer a warm lap to snooze in. A securely fenced yard is great, but regular leash walks and dedicated playtime will do just fine for this pint-sized sidekick in the making. Now, before you go falling head over heels for Emmett Dalton and his baby deer prance and tragic backstory, let’s talk reality. Because while Emmett may look like a walking teddy bear with a heart of gold, he is also... a puppy. Which means he comes with all the standard-issue puppy nonsense, no batteries or common sense included. Emmett is, in fact, a puppy—which means he’s still very much in the “my brain is buffering” phase of life. He’s working on potty training, which currently functions on the sacred law of “I’ll go outside if you read my mind and take me out exactly when I’m thinking about it.” So yes, accidents might happen, but so far he is doing pretty darn good. Leash training? Right now, Emmett thinks leashes are either chew toys or medieval torture devices—there is no in-between. Walking politely beside you is a noble goal he’s heard of in legend but hasn’t personally subscribed to yet. Socialization? He’s working on it. He doesn’t hate new things, but he’s also not running up to hug strangers in the park like some Labrador with no boundaries. He’ll need slow introductions, gentle encouragement, and maybe a few bribes (read: treats). Basically, you’ll be his PR manager, slowly convincing him the world isn’t out to get him. And let’s not forget puppy proofing. If it’s within reach, he’ll sniff it. If it crinkles, squeaks, or smells like feet? Fair game. That designer shoe you left by the door? Bold choice. That phone charger hanging off the couch? A siren song. If you’re not into rearranging your life like you’ve just brought home a furry toddler with poor decision-making skills… you might want to reconsider. So, if you’ve read all this and are still thinking, “Yep, I’m ready for a fluffy, squeaky-toy-obsessed, part-time explorer, part-time cuddlebug,” then congratulations—you might just be Emmett Dalton’s person. But don’t go getting all spontaneous and showing up with a leash and dreams. If you want to make this official, you’ll need to fill out an adoption application at https://www.pyrpawsandfluffytailsrescue.com/adoption-app first (rules are rules, folks). And yes, you’ll have to come to Edmond, OK to pick him up—because despite his outlaw name, Emmett doesn’t do long-distance shipping. He’s charming, not Amazon Prime.

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