Bandit's Corner
My Gotcha Day. January 20, 2026.
Hey everybody!
I've been doing a little reminiscing. That's a big word for a little dog, but I've got a pretty good memory, as you all know.
January 20th was the day my whole life changed.
I remember meeting these two humans in Kentucky. Todd and Monica, although I didn't know their names yet. I remember smelling them, getting close and somehow just knowing.
These are my people.
I'd never had a forever home before, but something about them felt like home right away.
Now, this is where things get crazy.
They put me in this really cool car. Beds, pillows, bones, toys. I mean, seriously, this was already looking pretty good.
Then we drove.
And drove.
And drove some more.
We ended up in Kansas City at a place belonging to someone I now know as Aunt Michelle. And there was Ziva, a yellow Labrador!
Cool. Nice house. New friend. I could get used to this.
Next morning? Back in the car.
Now we're in Manhattan, Kansas, meeting Grandma Mildred and more family.
Okay, I'm thinking this must be home.
Nope.
A week later, we're back at Aunt Michelle's for an overnight visit.
Wait a minute. Didn't we already do this?
Then back on the road again.
What the heck?
Another night, another hotel. Mom and Dad said something about me being a "service dog in training." Maybe a room upgrade?
Training for what? I've been servicing these people with kisses and snuggles since the day we met.
Anyway, the room smelled funny.
Next morning, back in the comfy car.
At this point I had one very important question.
IS THE CAR MY HOME???
Well, later that day we finally arrived in Connecticut.
A house! A yard! Places to explore! Room to run around like a complete lunatic!
And people who seemed perfectly happy to let me be a puppy with the zoomies.
Okay. Now we're talking.
Turns out the car wasn't my home after all.
It was just how my new family was taking me there.
And here's the really crazy part.
November 14th I'll be ONE YEAR OLD!
One whole year. Can you believe it?
I've got a home, a family, friends, a boat, road trips, a cheese shop to visit and more people who love me than I ever could have imagined when I was that little puppy in Kentucky.
And I want to say something to all of you who have become part of my world.
To everyone who visits me at 109, stops to say hello, gives me a little love or just puts up with my occasional puppy nonsense—thank you.
To my girl Friday, Pam, and my buddy Echo, thanks for the fun, the visits and all the love.
And to everyone who cares about me, Mom, Dad and our whole 109 family, you mean more to us than you probably know.
Bandit thought of the week: Sometimes you don't know where you're going. Sometimes you don't even know where home is. But when you're with the right people, you'll figure it out together.
And sometimes it takes a few thousand miles.
Love you all,
Bandit Monkey Brown
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