Goodbye Bean

Today I said "goodbye" to Bean. Bean was special. I've lost plenty of dogs, as this rarely used blog demonstrates. But Bean was the first and only dog I've had who became instantly attached to me. I was really her daddy. She trusted few people, but she trusted me from day one.

So she was very sweet. She would want to sit in my lap and be carried by me. She was not a big fan of kisses, but when reunited after only a few hours apart, she whined and gave me a few stinky ones.

She was also bad. I called her my little hip-hop onion - which was just a bad joke. "What? A 'hip-hop onion'?" Yeah. Or you might say a rapscallion. If she had the opportunity to get on a table with food on it, she did. If she could get to the cat's litter box, she would. On our long trip to Mexico from San Francisco a few years ago, she bolted out the hotel door unexpectedly. Perhaps she was trying to get back to the home she knew, but I had to chase her down the long, carpeted hallway until I had her cornered.

She was Bean, yes, but she was also Bean Curd, Bean Sprout, Bitty, Itty Bitty, and Hip-Hop Onion. She was my little girl, and I miss her.