I am officially a member of the jet set. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, traveling from Miami to Washington D.C. then to New Jersey and back to D.C., back to Miami and a final stop in DC.
While vacationing, I got the total pampering package, including my very first professional grooming. I totally loved the attention and the shampoo/massage part was amazing. That lady really worked out my stress knots. It's hard being a Bean, you know. The only bad part was that my ‘do was shorn a little too short, but every gal has to deal with growing in hair at some point…Other then that, I looked amazing and felt totally relaxed! The dining was nothing but gourmet, so Louis and I worked those calories off during some leisurely, scenic jogs.
Along the way, I was asked so many times, what kind of dog I am. Well, dammit, I am a Bean Dog. I may not have a pedigree, but I can pee on a tree as well as any
other bitch out there!
Not knowing who my biological parents are is usually of little concern to me - however everyone demands to know! After some time, the questions did begin to wear on me. Who am I? Where am I from? Who were my parents and where are they now?
When my female human found me, I was in a dog jail with cages stacked to the ceiling and echoing hallways full of loud noises and the barks of strange dogs…I was really quite ill, so I don’t remember much before then.
After much discussion with Louis, who does know his biological parents (They are from a special farm dedicated to Cavalier King Charles Spaniels. Louis knows this is a sensitive topic for me, so he is careful never to rub his lineage in my nose), I came to realize that all that truly matters is the family I have now! This may sound totally cheesy, which I know isn’t very Bean-like, but I adore all of my humans and my big brother Louis. My Uncle Sammi, the Maltese is a little grumpy, but he let me sleep on him and play with his toys!
I realized who I am isn’t defined by where I came from, its about who I am today - and what I’ll eat tomorrow! Life isn’t always easy, sometimes pups are put in jail for no reason, but by being the best Bean I can be, I know that tummy rubs and ear scratches are in my future.
With friends, humans and canine family like the ones I’ve got, I know its time to stop pondering the unanswerable questions of my past, the only thing that matters is that whoever my parents were, they gave me great looks! Oh and even more important then that is whatever Louis and I are eating for dinner.
Did I hear someone say duck???
Kisses,
Ella Bean
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