08/31/2026
A year ago, friend and shelter volunteer Page Starvish called me about a colleague who couldnât keep their doodle.
At the time, I still occasionally said things like, âWe don't do doodles.â Cute, huh?
Because apparently we do doodles. We have now helped several of them, and I have been forced to revise my position. They are wonderful dogs. Especially when they're rescues. I reserve the right to change my mind about almost anything if there's a dog involved.
I spoke to Beni's owner. They had little kids, a busy household, and simply no time for him. When I went to pick him up, I found a dog completely overwhelmed by the noise and chaos that inevitably come with babies and toddlers. Beni barely knew what a leash was. He was sweet and bewildered and sadly undersocialized. Nobody had really taught him how to be a dog.
So we brought him to Joe at DogFitLa. And it was like somebody flipped a switch.
Beni learned to walk on a leash. He learned about other dogs. He gained confidence. He played. He relaxed. The nervous, overwhelmed dog started disappearing, and this big, goofy, spectacular creature emerged in his place.
We posted Beni for adoption. To say there was interest would be an understatement. People lost their minds. Someone offered me $2,500 for him. We probably could have gotten more.
But Beni wasn't an auction item. He was a rescue dog, and our job wasn't to find the highest bidder. It was to find his person.
Enter Tiffany. Tiffany had previously applied for another one of our dogsâand lost out when the foster decided to adopt the dog. I wasn't entirely sure Tiffany would even take my call after that. Possibly she'd blocked me. Reasonable. But I asked if she'd meet Beni.
I brought him over. They met. We talked to Joe. And somewhere in there, it became obvious: Beni was home. Tiffany adopted him.
And because sometimes the universe has already extracted enough fees, we waived the adoption fee.
That was a year ago. Today Beni lives in a spacious home with room to stretch those absurd doodle legs. We've learned that he's cat-friendly. We've also learned that beneath the handsome exterior lurks an enormous goofball. Mostly, though, we've learned what happens when the right dog finally lands in the right life.
Beni didn't need to become a different dog. He needed some training, some confidence, and somebody who had time for him. Then he needed Tiffany.
Happy one-year adoptiversary, Beni.
Thank you, Page, for making the call. Thank you, Joe, for showing Beni how much fun it is to be a dog. And thank you, Tiffany, for giving him the life we wanted so badly for him.
We always say the dog hit the jackpot. This time, we're pretty sure the jackpot went both ways.
And yes. Apparently we do doodles.