If you don't know Beans, he's ostensibly The Boy's dog, though somehow he seems to be hogging up my bed most nights. And he snores. Like a drunk.
All Jake wanted for his 17th birthday was a puppy and a BBQ with his friends. The BBQ ended up being a three day sleep-over extravaganza, with various kids rotating in and out of the Casa for various shifts.
A couple of weeks later, The Boy showed me an ad on Craig's List. Four puppies. Your choice, forty bucks each. I didn't save the photos. All the pups were cute, but my choice, based on pics alone, was Beanie Boy. With that in mind, Jake and Mrs TWC putted over to an edgy neighborhood on the outskirts of Moreno Valley to have a look. Beans was interested in them, the other three puppies were, like, Dude! Strangers! Run! Any doubt that The Boy may have had about which pup to choose was pretty much erased right there. Two twenties changed hands and home they came.