The Flying Bean

Usually I don't like to do these sorts of things two days in a row, but today I had to make an exception due to the latest development. I will let the photos do the talking.

I don't think I really need to add to much to this. The dog gate that we purchase to hold our dog out of the kitchen is actually a fun play toy for him. I couldn't get him to 'wall kick' for the camera, but he will jump up, stick all of his paws on the corner/wall and push off in the opposite direction as hard as he can catapulting himself further into the air to avoid landing on anything (his food bowls for example, which explains why when i came home today food was everywhere).

Also please realize that all of these photos where taken at a speed of 1/125 of a second or faster at 8 frames a second. So in real time the first is less then a second and half long and the second roughly a second long. I stopped on the photos where his face shows how much he really loves to show how much smarter and faster he is then me.

The Frying Pan and the Bean

So it's been three weeks since last has Bean's adventures been updated. A lot has happened since then to cause such a delay: I now have a full time job working at Jayme's law firm!, Bean has proven to be as agile as batman, and has the strength of a million St. Bernards.

I am not a kenneler. I am just simply not a fan of sticking a dog in a cage all day. I wouldn't want to be in a place where I could only stand up or lay down in all day long, so why should I subject a dog to that? Now because of that policy (or belief) I let Bean wander the house all day. When we first got him he actually was excellent, but I also was in a much smaller, much more 'controlled' environment. Now with a huge house to cause trouble in... he causes trouble. From my recliner, to pop bottles, to anything else.

One day was particularly bad. Jayme and I had to work late, but knowing that we asked her little brother to let him out mid day being the good owners that we are. He did so, but when he got there he called to ask if we had gotten him a green slipper for a chew toy. In fact we had not. Scratch one pair of flip-flops. Next we had a good friend of ours come over and spend some time with him and let him out again, being the great owners that we are. Instead he gets there and calls us as asks "Did Jon make breakfast this morning?". In fact, I had not. I never do, I would much rather go hungry and sleep then make food, ever, any time of the day. He then proceeded to tell us our dog had taken the 18 inch skillet from the kitchen into the living room. The amazing part is there wasn't a nik on it. Not bite marks. Nothing. Bean takes better care of my things that I do.

So I come home, and there is it.... the inside of my recliner. Everywhere. And Bean looks like he just got caught with his paw in the cookie jar. Needless to say it was a quiet night in the Bean residence.

Since then we've gotten a baby gate (that we had to bungy jump chairs to because he leaps over it like it was a toy) and he has been great (well today he was great, that's actually the first time). Bean never ceases to make me wonder what in the world dogs are thinking, and more then that how he can make me laugh when I am so angry.

That's Bean for you.