“We had large dogs and when they started dying of old age we decided to downsize the dogs.
I travel a lot and missed my dogs, so I decided to get dogs that I could take on a plane.
Mr. Bert came first.
My daughter, sister and I were on a road trip passing thru Portland, Oregon and my daughter had to visit a rescue shelter for small dogs a block away from where we were staying.
Our big dog had died a few months before .
We thought we’d just visit, but one thing led to another and Mr. Bert came home with us.
He was originally called Tank, but we were listening to Lolita on our road trip so we called him Mr. Humbert (Bert for short).”