Ringo, the dog, came to us from the San Francisco Humane Society where he was three-weeks into his sentence. His previous owners abandoned him with a bad rap sheet, detailing a long list of warnings to potential owners: “Bites, not house trained, runs away” and so on.
At a lean 27 lbs. and full of life, we saw another dog entirely in Ringo. He was cute, loyal, and promised to be a good companion, which he has turned out to be in every way. We adopted him on the spot and jumped in a cab back to our apartment to introduce him to his new Good Life.
Seven years later (that’s nearly a half century in dog years) Ringo hasn’t lived up to his bad record one bit. He has traveled the country with us by air and automobile sniffy his way through life and eating everything in his path. And he’s been a good companion despite his bad dog breath.
Ringo will travel again this month. We’re not exactly sure where. We’ll be reading John Steinbeck’s Travels with Charley, thanks to a recent recommendation, and taking pictures. Wish us luck.
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