Attention, all friends – current and future – of Banjo! (That is, me). If you’ve got plans for this weekend, cancel them, because there’s a PARTY AT MY PLACE!  It’s gonna be LIT. We’ve got a Kong bar, a tap water keg, and- get this- my buddy Chaz says his roommate has this crazy new tennis ball that smells like bacon. We’ll have a butt-sniffing conga line and, best of all… there will be HUMANS.  I’ll provide the entertainment. I’m lots of fun to be around and I have all kinds of party tricks! I mean, yes, most of them involve giving high fives, but who doesn’t love a high five?!  I know I’m the life of the party. You don’t have to tell me. I guess I’m just blessed with being a super social guy! I love children and have lived with other dogs and even farm animals and done well with them. In fact, what do you say we keep this party going? I’ve got plenty of energy, but more importantly, I just… don’t want you to leave. Or… I mean, I’m good in the car, so if you HAVE to leave, maybe I could come along?  I’ll admit, sometimes I get lonely when my people leave and am scared they won’t come back for me, so if you have to leave, I should be crated to keep me from getting into trouble while I wait for you. I’ve been told I’m a “velcro dog” and I’ll own up to that. Things are just better with my people around, you know?  So, about this party… there is one detail I haven’t worked out yet: the address. See, I say it’s at my place, but right now, I don’t really have a “place” of my own. I was kinda hoping we could change that, though. Maybe su casa can be mi casa? I promise to be the best roommate ever.  My name is Banjo, I’m three years old and about 40 lb, and I’m neutered, up to date on shots, and fully vetted.