My name is Bonya, and I'm the luckiest pup in the world. I've been part of this family for five and a half wonderful years.
My name is Bonya, and I'm the luckiest pup in the world. I've been part of this family for five and a half wonderful years.
It all began when my human, the one who gave me the name Bonya, found me in a terrible state - skinny and infested with fleas. He decided to take me home. When my other human, the lady, came back from work, she was in for a surprise. There I was, a skinny, frightened little thing waiting for her (hard to believe I was ever skinny now).
Life in this new place has been an adventure. Car rides are tough for me; they make me nauseous, and I always want to go out. We travelled in a semi-broken car after some shooting incident, during the summer without air conditioning, and it was quite a journey. But I managed, enduring a week-long trip and even staying in a kennel on a ferry.
In Ireland, we had some trouble finding a place to stay because some people were not happy about having a dog, but after eight days, we found very good people who treated me very well.
My behavior hasn't changed much; I'm a good girl. I consider myself happy here, especially because we're together. After all, that's what matters.