“The best part about having Bongo is how he has brought our focus inward.
In a career (performing), where it’s very easy to get distracted by the quick pace and being pulled in different directions, caring for Bongo has helped ground us.
We’ve only had Bongo for ten months and three to six of those months my wife and I were working in different cities.
Even thought logistically he made things more difficult because the responsibility was all on one person, he was still something that brought us together.”
“Bongo was a surprise from my wife.
I had been traveling for about a year and a half.
I was just coming off the road and we had always talked about getting a dog.
We thought it would be a great time because we would finally be in the same place.
We wanted to do something together and this seemed like the perfect time to get a dog.
We originally talked about a Golden Doodle, but with all of the travel that we wind up doing, she talked with a friend and decided that a Maltipoo would be a great family dog and travel companion.”
“One year later, we learned the ropes and found a reputable breeder, registered with the AKC (American Kennel Club), and we got Parker, who cost us just about nothing in vet bills.
We tried to go through rescue first, but we came up against roadblocks. No one could tell us what size the dog would be an we needed a small dog for the safety of Penny.
We ended up with a breeder and we chose Parker from his photo. He had a great face.
The first time Parker saw the beach, he lost his mind. He buried his head in the sand. He loved every moment on the beach.
It’s hard to say a worst moment because they have been a joy.
They make you get out of your house, out of yourself.”
Eleanor Roosevelt, Ellie for short, is our second (foster to adopt) dog.
We first fostered a twelve year old rat terrier called Suzi until she was thirteen and a half, when she passed away.
Nobody wanted to adopt an older overweight and slightly handicapped dog, so we kept her until she died.
Suzi lost nineteen pounds while we fostered her and had an unbeatable spirit.
She was my furry little soulmate.
I thought I could save her and give her a longer life, though sadly she was only with us for seventeen months.
After Suzi died, the group that we fostered her for, called Ready for Rescue, contacted us to see if we were too heartbroken or ready to foster again.”