Banjo

Banjo is what happens when a tiny dog lives long enough to become a legend.<br/><br/>At 15 years old, this golden eared Chihuahua mix has fully stepped into his final form, part ancient woodland king, part retired wizard, part very serious gentleman who has seen some things. He came to us from another rescue in a state south of here but his origins beyond that are unknown, folklore from another time. He is small in stature but enormous in presence the kind of dog who doesn’t enter a room so much as arrive, as if escorted by invisible court attendants and soft background music only he can hear, instantly on a quest.<br/><br/>Time has softened some of his senses, his hearing isn’t what it used to be, and his eyesight comes and goes like an old lantern in the wind, but in their place, Banjo has refined entirely different kinds of magic. His sense of touch is heightened now, the feel of a warm blanket, a familiar lap, a gentle hand resting near him. These are the things he understands with absolute clarity. He eats a specialized diet fit for kings. Really, it is just old man food to help him with some old man ailments, but we don't tell him that.... to him its the finest foods and elixir straight from the apothecary.<br/><br/>Banjo allows his royal subects to be carry him like the royalty that he is, and he may or may not have an official snack tax to be paid to him when he demands it. But even in his old age he still likes to wander in his own quiet way, taking unhurried patrols of his kingdom, nose to the ground as he surveys his domain with great seriousness. Every so often he pauses to thoughtfully claim a new corner of the world with a quick, purposeful little whiz, an official declaration that this, too, has been accounted for. He has done okay with his potty training inside but its suggested to keep a close eye on him as he adjusts to yet another new environment at his old age. His expression suggests he understands more than he lets on, especially about treats, naps, and the precise moment someone is about to open a cheese wrapper.<br/><br/> Overall, he is gentle magic in living form, the warm, steady kind that settles into your lap and makes the world quieter just by being there. Banjo is not looking for adventure anymore, he has already completed his boss fights (undoubtedly always casting fireball with a crit nat 20 to defeat his foes) and a few too many side quests. <br/><br/>He is fully vetted with vaccines, heart worm, flea and tick preventative, microchip and neuter. Now he is simply accepting offerings of comfort, sunbeams, and soft places to rest his very important head. If you could be the right fit for Banjo, apply to adopt him at the link below!<br/><br/>https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdy9NUdRzsagXgNJ7xhCHp5LZnTUYFxN-2jh4HgXKTou9k-tA/viewform

Banjo is what happens when a tiny dog lives long enough to become a legend.

At 15 years old, this golden eared Chihuahua mix has fully stepped into his final form, part ancient woodland king, part retired wizard, part very serious gentleman who has seen some things. He came to us from another rescue in a state south of here but his origins beyond that are unknown, folklore from another time. He is small in stature but enormous in presence the kind of dog who doesn’t enter a room so much as arrive, as if escorted by invisible court attendants and soft background music only he can hear, instantly on a quest.

Time has softened some of his senses, his hearing isn’t what it used to be, and his eyesight comes and goes like an old lantern in the wind, but in their place, Banjo has refined entirely different kinds of magic. His sense of touch is heightened now, the feel of a warm blanket, a familiar lap, a gentle hand resting near him. These are the things he understands with absolute clarity. He eats a specialized

Banjo is what happens when a tiny dog lives long enough to become a legend.

At 15 years old, this golden eared Chihuahua mix has fully stepped into his final form, part ancient woodland king, part retired wizard, part very serious gentleman who has seen some things. He came to us from another rescue in a state south of here but his origins beyond that are unknown, folklore from another time. He is small in stature but enormous in presence the kind of dog who doesn’t enter a room so much as arrive, as if escorted by invisible court attendants and soft background music only he can hear, instantly on a quest.

Time has softened some of his senses, his hearing isn’t what it used to be, and his eyesight comes and goes like an old lantern in the wind, but in their place, Banjo has refined entirely different kinds of magic. His sense of touch is heightened now, the feel of a warm blanket, a familiar lap, a gentle hand resting near him. These are the things he understands with absolute clarity. He eats a specialized diet fit for kings. Really, it is just old man food to help him with some old man ailments, but we don't tell him that.... to him its the finest foods and elixir straight from the apothecary.

Banjo allows his royal subects to be carry him like the royalty that he is, and he may or may not have an official snack tax to be paid to him when he demands it. But even in his old age he still li