Joanna & Dingo – A New Name, A New Life, A New Beginning
August 2015 was a hard time for me.
My beloved old dog Bingo – the sweet soul I had brought all the way from Egypt – was slowly but surely slipping away. I knew that after he crossed the Rainbow Bridge, I would open my heart and home to another broken soul.
Bingo passed away on August 9th. I was devastated.
My 8-year-old son was my greatest support. One day, he looked at me and said:
“Mom, we have to help another dog.”
But how do you choose, when there are so many sad eyes looking back at you?
That’s when I noticed a post about Diego, a dog under the care of the animal rights association “Podaj Łapę” from Łęczyca.
He had been found wandering the streets, hit by a car.
He was rescued, recovered… adopted…
And then abandoned all over again.
And that was it.
I knew he was the one.
The one I wanted to love.
On August 30, 2015, I adopted him.
That same day, I gave him a new name: DINGO.
A new name, a new beginning, and a new life.
He walked into our family as if he’d always belonged there.
And almost instantly – he knew.
He was home.
Dingo is the ideal dog.
Despite everything he’s been through, he is joyful and trusting.
He loves people.
He’s just… special.
He has his own little quirks, of course.
Bathing him is like an extreme sport.
He’s definitely not into photoshoots – top model he is not.
He’s not fond of cats.
And when the mood strikes, he becomes a self-taught gardener, digging impressive craters in the yard.
But none of that matters.
He’s amazing.
And he’s loved.
I adore how he lies close and makes little humming sounds.
How he licks my hand while looking into my eyes with such deep devotion, such love, that it’s honestly hard to describe.
Because real beauty in adoption isn’t about picking the cutest puppy with a perfect pedigree.
The real magic is in loving a dog that’s been hurt.
In giving your whole heart to a soul who’s been abandoned.
It’s about showing them that people can be good –
and that hands were made for kindness, not for pain.
That’s what adoption is.
And Dingo?
He’s the best decision I ever made.