Banjo was my foster baby in the Spring of 2012. Most likely a Heeler/bully mix, he was basically a teddy bear in dog form.
He was a very funny baby. I’m not just saying that because I can’t think of anything else to say about him. Once, he walked into my bathroom, hopped in my bathtub, peed, and then joined me in the bedroom. I’ve never had a puppy go to such lengths to avoid having an accident on my floor. I was so proud.
Oh, that’s not the only instance either! He is the only dog to ever challenge Lana for her own food. Well, I’d call him completely clueless rather than a challenger. He pretty much shocked her into a stupor when he inhaled his food and started eating right out of her bowl, with her standing there eating, too. She just looked between him and me as I held back a fit of giggles. (She also got some extra treats for being such a good big sister.)
He was everything that was great about puppies: the sweet breath, the cuddliness, the playfulness, and the sudden switches from running around to passed out on the ground. Banjo was an absolute blast to have around. His adoptive family also seemed like the BEST home, ever.