Why we adopted Bonzo: our journey to dog ownership

I was beyond reluctant for us to get a dog—at least initially. Already drowning with the responsibilities of motherhood, work, keeping the house somewhat clean, and stocking our ever-emptying cupboards and fridge, I gave Steve an emphatic “no” for a good couple of years before buckling. On January 7, 2017, we stumbled on a pet adoption outside a pet store next to Whole Foods. This absolutely adorable, energetic, rusty-brown cocker spaniel jumped onto all of us, and we were sold. He was already two years old, so he’d passed the hectic puppy years and was looking for a forever home. He’d failed doggy university to become a certified emotional support dog, but our family required no credentials; we just wanted his slobbery kisses, fluffy fur, and unconditional adoration. And he delivered. We named him Bonzo, replacing his former name, Fred “Freddy” Astaire.

Bonzo definitely had some quirks. He pulled on the leash when we walked him. He barked incessantly at anything that moves and lunged at large, multi-wheel moving trucks in every variety, school buses, cement trucks, and big rigs. But he’s ours, and we love him.

If you’re considering getting a dog, I encourage you to do your research, but don’t be dissuade by “all the work” that’s required. I promise you that the rewards out way the cost.