Wynston

My story

Meet Wynston: the canine equivalent of that one friend who insists they’re “cool” but somehow manages to trip over their own shoelaces while holding a burrito in one hand and spilling their drink in the other. He’s big. He’s goofy. He’s loveable in the way only a dork can be—Wynston isn’t here to impress you with grace or sophistication. Nope, his life’s mission is to stumble straight into your heart, probably while knocking over your coffee in the process. If you’ve ever wanted a walking reminder that perfection is overrated and enthusiasm is everything, Wynston’s your guy. He’s a full-time goofball, part-time cuddle monster, and 100% ready to be your new favorite dork. Wynston is a 2-year-old, 72lb Bernese Mountain Dog/Golden Retriever mix who came to us the way many lovable dorks do—by treating the neighborhood like it was his personal fan club. His favorite hobby? Wandering over to the neighbors’ house like he was campaigning for “Best Boy on the Block.” Unfortunately, his previous family worried one of these adventures might end with him getting “southern hospitality” in the form of a bullet, so they made the tough decision to surrender him to us. Wynston isn’t just good with other dogs—he’s the life of the party. If canine mixers were a thing, he’d be the one working the room, handing out paw-shakes, and making sure everyone knew where the snacks were. Now, if your current dog is more of the grumpy old man yelling at kids to get off his lawn type, Wynston is not the roommate they’re looking for. He comes with enthusiasm, zoomies, and a love of friendship that can’t be contained. And if you’ve got a tiny 5-pound chi-chi who thinks they’re royalty—well, Wynston’s paw alone could squash that ego by accident. He means well, but he’s a 72-pound loveable dork. Subtlety? His response would be new number who dis?! Cats? Oh, he thinks they’re great—probably assumes they’re just smaller, sassier dogs who forgot how to bark. He’ll try to play, they’ll roll their eyes, and somehow it all works out. As for kids, let’s just say he’s all love and zero spatial awareness. Consider it an unintentional lesson in balance and reflexes. And people? Forget about personal space—he’s a social butterfly with the energy of a golden retriever who just slammed an espresso. If you come over, you’re not just a guest, you’re his new best friend forever, whether you signed up for that or not. If you’re looking for a couch ornament who only moves for food delivery—yeah, Wynston is not your guy. Wynston’s energy level clocks in at a solid 9 out of 10, which is best described as what would happen if a clumsy sloth accidentally chugged an energy drink. He’s goofy, he’s bouncy, and yes—sometimes his brakes don’t work. But once he’s done zooming around, he collapses into cuddle mode like he’s auditioning for the role of “weighted blanket with a heartbeat.” Car rides are his jam. He’s the kind of passenger who’ll glue his nose to the window, tail wagging like a windshield wiper stuck on high, fully convinced every mailbox and tree is an important life event. If you want a dog who sulks in the backseat like a teenager forced on a family road trip, keep looking. Wynston thinks car rides are the best thing since squeaky toys. Right now, he’s got big sled-dog energy—charging ahead, sniffing everything, and pretending he’s on a mission from NASA. If you want a perfect show-dog heel straight out of the box, Wynston will laugh in your face (then pull you toward the next interesting smell). But if you’re cool with a little training and a lot of enthusiasm, he’ll happily learn how to be your walking buddy. As for personality, Wynston is a big, goofy, lovable dork who forgets his size daily. He will absolutely attempt to be a lap dog, and spoiler alert: 72 pounds of Bernese-Golden mix is not actually lap-sized. He’s also a toy hoarder—sorry, “collector.” Wynston will proudly parade around with his favorite stuffed prize like it’s an Olympic medal, then crash hard for a well-earned nap. Wynston will do best in a home with a securely fenced yard. Not because he’s plotting an escape to Mexico, but because he genuinely loves to run, stretch his goofy legs, and play like life is one big recess. Give him that, and he’ll give you unconditional love, endless laughs, and more snuggles than you can count. Wynston is potty trained—because even giant, goofy dorks can have manners. When it comes to the kennel, though, let’s just say he’s not volunteering as tribute. Offer him a treat, and suddenly he’s happy to strut right in like it was his idea all along. Once inside, he’s perfectly content. Basically, bribery works, and Wynston is not ashamed to admit it. Chewing? Puppy-proof your life, friends. Wynston has a refined palate for only the finest in canine contraband: shoes and underwear. If you’re not into sacrificing your socks and skivvies to the Toy Gods, maybe pick up a basket with a lid—or accept that Wynston is about to broaden your definition of “fashionably distressed.” When it comes to barking, he’s not one of those 4 a.m. neighborhood reporters announcing every cricket sneeze. He’s more of a casual commentator, chiming in occasionally when he feels like adding some thoughtful insight to the day. Wynston is still a high-energy puppy at heart. He’s not the dog for someone who wants a permanent couch ornament. If you want to binge-watch shows all day and call it a lifestyle, Wynston would like to respectfully unsubscribe from your newsletter. He needs playtime, exercise, and adventures to channel his energy—but give him that, and he will reward you with love, loyalty, and more laughs than you can count. But here’s the thing—you can’t just comment “I want” and expect us to hand him over like you’re ordering takeout. Fill out an adoption application so we can send it to his foster family, prove you’re worthy of his ridiculous love, and then plan to pick him up in Oklahoma City, OK.

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