Okay, so when my foster mom got me from the kill shelter she thought people would just die to make me part of their family, but that hasn't happened...I don't know why, I am absolutely gorgeous with my white, soft fur, dark eyes and nose just like a polar bear, my namesake. But I think I know the reason why people pass me up; they want cute little baby puppies and I am already pretty big and still growing. Guess what? Young puppies are sooo needy; they sleep a lot and you can't do much with them, unlike with me. I am full of love and energy, an exuberant face licker and a boy who likes action- whatever you do, I want to be part of it. When we are done I want you to pet me, pet me, pet me- what do you mean I am not a lap dog?!? The cats here are okay, but I prefer playing with my doggy foster brothers. We can go all day and then collapse into a big heap on the dog bed to go to sleep. My foster mom thinks a home with another young dog that loves to play would be best for me; otherwise I would get bored fast and get into a bunch of trouble. I think she is right...

So how about it? Come meet me at the next adoption show, I'll be there, ready to meet you.