Blog Archive - Bingo

October is Adopt A Shelter Dog Month

October 15, 2016

We found Bingo sitting in a kennel on a table outside of a Petco.  Ginger’s Pet Rescue had saved him from a kill shelter in California, where Bingo was only days away from being put down.  

 

We found Bingo sitting in a kennel on a table outside of a Petco.  Ginger’s Pet Rescue had saved him from a kill shelter in California, where Bingo was only days away from being put down.  

 

Where’s the part where that squirrel finally gets what’s coming to him?

August 2, 2016

Bingo thinks the whole story is really all about him.  Just wait until he reads the Acknowledgments page. Boy is he gonna be mad.

Bingo thinks the whole story is really all about him.  Just wait until he reads the Acknowledgments page. Boy is he gonna be mad.

Where’s the part where that squirrel finally gets what’s coming to him?

August 2, 2016

Bingo thinks the whole story is really all about him.  Just wait until he reads the Acknowledgments page. Boy is he gonna be mad.

Bingo thinks the whole story is really all about him.  Just wait until he reads the Acknowledgments page. Boy is he gonna be mad.

Bingo

Death Row Dog

February 16, 2016

While I was writing This is Not a Werewolf Story, Bingo was my inspiration for all things canine. He has limited use as a model for wolf-like behavior. He’s lacking that certain quality, that noble je ne sais quoi that I (mistakenly, no doubt) associate with predators. Maybe it’s just hard to romanticize an animal that eats the things I’ve seen Bingo eat. And yet I sincerely appreciate the fact that he’s the only creature in my care willing to clean up his own vomit.

Children love him. They yell “Puppy! Puppy!” when they see him and throw themselves at him with total disregard for the incredibly painful nature of skin grafts. I have good reflexes luckily. Most of the...

While I was writing This is Not a Werewolf Story, Bingo was my inspiration for all things canine. He has limited use as a model for wolf-like behavior. He’s lacking that certain quality, that noble je ne sais quoi that I (mistakenly, no doubt) associate with predators. Maybe it’s just hard to romanticize an animal that eats the things I’ve seen Bingo eat. And yet I sincerely appreciate the fact that he’s the only creature in my care willing to clean up his own vomit.

Children love him. They yell “Puppy! Puppy!” when they see him and throw themselves at him with total disregard for the incredibly painful nature of skin grafts. I have good reflexes luckily. Most of the...