I may not know any of those silly parlor tricks like those youngins but I have refined my Labrador qualities to a T. 

Yup, I'm handsome and obedient and perfectly house mannered and crate trained. I love my crate so much I often just chill in their with the door wide open, with my antler for my afternoon nap or to watch my foster family make dinner.

My foster peeps call me Gare Bear! Cause I'm big and snugly cute.

That's my worst habit...I like to snuggle, like really close. I can be a bit of a shadow, but if you sneak off without me hearing, we'll I'll just hang out until you return. I don't have any of that silly anxiety and I love chillin.

You may notice my fur isn't quite perfect. Well it's a really long story, but the short of it is that my brother Gage and I got left at a shelter after some folks that promised to take care of us when our folks fell on hard times forgot us and didn't keep their promise. We were both really sick. My brother got heartworms and I had some allergies and really bad infections because of it. 

The TSBR Troopies came to the rescue though and I had two really big surgeries to save my life and make my future better.  I mean just look at me now!  The down side is I lost most of my hearing and now I'm pretty easy to sneak up on.  My foster sister Bean thinks that's great fun!

I love kiddos but my foster mom says I should be in a home without little ones that might forget I can't hear real good and pounce me before I know it.  I really just want a big furry sister...they make me really happy!

Some of my hairs didn't grow back either, so my foster mom says it's best I don't cruise for gals anymore either. That's ok, I feel so much better now I don't mind, and besides I'm pretty darn handsome still!

Well enough about me...come meet me and tell me about you!