My name is Bingo and I live in Rio San Juan and I want to be very clear about something: I did not choose this name. Someone decided I was a Bingo and now I have to live with it forever. Fine. Whatever. I am a serious dog with a serious life and the name Bingo does not help my reputation one bit. The streets here are busy and loud and everyone always wants to pet me and say awww and I allow it because the scratching behind the ears is genuinely good, which I will deny if you tell anyone. I have ticks. Several. They are annoying and itchy and one day someone is going to get rid of them and that day cannot come soon enough. I also have the gut worms that every dog around here has, which is unpleasant and something I would like addressed. The river nearby is the one good thing. I sit there alone and watch it and it does not expect anything from me. Good river. Bad name. Still alive.