Bebe had a bit of a reputation, even before she arrived at her foster home.

The picture that made her famous....

Clearly, she had a mind of her own....

X-pens and baby gates (stacked!) posed no challenge for her, and it took me a half dozen tries before I found a wire crate she couldn't jail break.

Yet halfway through her first agility class, she decided it was "stupid" and she would have no part of it.

She was still technically a foster dog when we attended the 2005 GLBCR Rescue picnic. Despite that fact, I wouldn't let anyone put an "Adopt Me" bandana on her, and I did my level best to convince all prospective adopters that she really wasn't a good match. We had a four hour drive home from the picnic, and by the time I checked my email, one of the other volunteers had filled out my adoption application for me. Bebe was my dog.

I'd known that from the moment I met her in the McDonald's parking lot in Lansing, back in April.

She fit in well with my pack....

Never did manage to interest her in agility...

Miss you, Monk....