“My Name is Bacci Bogie: Frequent Flyer Extraordinaire” is a story of travel, love, and acceptance told from the perspective of a boisterous Maltese dog. One summer Bacci and I participated in a program for high-risk youth who came to Aspen from various inner cities around the country. Their quality of life was sad and many had experienced drive-by shootings and the like. About 50 of us went camping in the wilderness and shared various team-building exercises. Bacci was very generous as they passed the little guy around, holding and cuddling him. He spent most of the weekend in someone’s arms. Fast forward a couple of months when Bacci and I were in Washington D.C., hundreds of miles from home. One morning my daughter and I went grocery shopping and left Bacci in the car. As we were checking out, the bag boy took one look at me and screamed, “Oh I can’t believe it, you are Bacci’s Mom.” He was one of the kids from the wilderness adventure who held Bacci every chance he had. Bacci