Why I am Called
By a Dog’s Name 🐶
Benjamin Antoney Boonefous
A.K.A Benji
My father was a shyster just like me: sold fake Sears vacuums
door to door, but they were really made in North Korea and not the US and he made 99% profits on each one.
Kinda like me selling fake iPhones in France!
Fraud runs in the family!
My mother was a hostess for military personal on leave; she had a very busy social life and often would not get home until early morning.
And often with strange men at breakfast.
I always thought my name was Benjamin, from the bible, one of the founders of a tribe of Israel.
No, my mother told me. You were named “Benji” after the 1974. American movie about a homeless dog that wanted a home. He finds some kids who like him but their MD father tells them that Benji is full of diseases and bad habits.
Later, they accept him when he saves the children from a kidnapper.
There were six Benji movies and later he gets lost at US national parks and must make his away across the US to get home.
To be honest, I was disappointed to be named after a dog, but
understood the desire to belong to a real family and not a con
artist father and “Hostess” mother. When my three sisters were
born they followed in her footsteps and I cried doggie tears.
Benji Tries to Get Home!
Benji blows smoke while taking selfie like a douchebag.
Benji is a good dog who wants a family!
Benji stares into camera
like total douchebag.
Benji feels sad when his family leaves him all alone.
Benji in his sad little motel
room with sleeves rolled up 
Soon, things escalated. They started dressing me as a small dog with a nose, and ears, and feet. I had to walk on all fours to eat from a doggie bowl and only answer to “Benji!” I wasn’t allowed to talk and only bark. Soon, I dropped out of school and again things escalated.
We took a trip to the US Yosemite National Park and, yes, they left me. I can still their faces laughing at me in the rear view mirror and throwing dog food which, I am ashamed to admit, I stopped to eat on all fours.
I knew what I had to do, I walked on all fours over three thousand kilometers begging for food on all fours and barking and letting people accept me into their families as a dog.
My biological family had already left when I finally made it to New York City. That’s fine, I learned my place in the world: I was a doggie and would always be a doggie. Sure, I can sell fake iPhones in France or fake KAWs statues in Bali, but at night, in my cheap little motel with the No Smoking Warning on the door, I could get on all fours, put on my ears, nose, and doggie feet and walk around and bark and eat from a doggie bowl.
Look at the original Benji and then my eyes. We are both looking for a home. A true home where our mothers aren’t “entertainers.”
Look deep into both our sad little eyes and don’t hate us, but pity us.
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