On the 4th of July in 1996 a park ranger at our campground showed up with a box full of puppies (15 in all). She was trying to find good homes for the newly weaned litter of her two dogs. My mom fell in love with a little guy and her friends told her that it didn't matter what she wanted to name him, his name was Bingo (because the group was playing Bingo when the ranger arrived). At the time I was deathly afraid of dogs but once I saw him the fear melted away. Bingo was Sharpei, Bull Terrier, Chow, some kind of retriever, and Dingo (he was prettiest mutt ever). Looking back now I can't remember why I was so afraid. He opened my eyes to the joy of living with dogs. Bingo passed away in April of 2006 (just shy of his tenth birthday) and I will always love and miss my Bubba, my baby, my 75 pound lap dog.

Kim
American Canyon, CA