Bean turned four today! The Mr. and I can't believe it. Where has the time gone? It feels like I was just begging him for a dog -- a Boston Terrier to be exact. I begged for so long because I wanted a Boston Terrier so, so much. The Mr. was scheming, and wanted to surprise me with a puppy on Christmas day, but that just wasn't going to be ideal, considering we were traveling together up to his parents house to spend the holiday. How would he hide a puppy? After deciding in advance that a surprise puppy would not work out, he casually told me one night while we were watching t.v. He said, "do you want a dog?" I said, "Of course I want a dog. I want a Boston Terrier!". His reply: "Well, you're getting one." Lots of shrieking ensued, and a few days later (on Black Friday to be exact) we were driving home with a baby Boston Terrier named Bean. I knew what I'd name my Boston Terrier from the moment I wanted one. Bean is perfectly fitting for a Boston.
Bean is our baby. We love her so, so much. If you have a dog (or any pet for that matter), you know the feeling. Bean has changed our lives, made us laugh, warmed our hearts, and taught us a lot about caring, comfort and ourselves. Bean survived a cancerous tumor last November, which devastated us until we knew she'd be alright. She's bossy, silly, hyper, lazy and cuddly all in the same day. We can't imagine life without her now. She makes us happy every single day.
So, happy birthday, sweet Bean! You are one special pup.