My first dog and fine friend is gone.
Bean was the best dog I could have hoped for as a first dog. He was bold, beautiful, funny and happy.
My ex Sharon and I got Bean after looking for a dog for a year. First we went to the Philadelphia Dog Show and looked at and met various dog breeds. We were both totally inspired by the Boston Terrier. The breed seemed to have the personality and needs that matched what we wanted. We talked to breeders for several months and finally drove to Chambersburg to see a litter of young puppies. Bean stood out immediately.
He was also missing an ear. It turned out that his mom bit it off. Bostons are generally born C-section, and coming off the anesthesia, Bean's mom didn't understand that the puppies milling about were hers. Bean got in the way, and lost an ear for it.
But he never lost that bold personality.
And he was cute as hell.
And funny.
Bean's first obsession was chasing the ball. He was nuts for it, and would demand a session every day.
Even in the deep winter.
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