Mornin',
I have a Bijon/Maltese named
Binary but he wasn't always.
He was originally named "Baby" by his owner's daughter back in 2002.
At the time, 9-11 was still fresh and I visited the neighbor for afternoon
libation.
We always told silly jokes and lambasted everything we heard from the TV in the background.
One day we were both kvetching about being broke when CNN (I am ashamed to say I used to watch it back then) played a story claiming that the US
Government had posted a 20 million dollar bounty on Bin Laden's head.
I said:
"For 20 mil, I say we just put a beard on the dog and give him an AK-74 and just sell him to the states saying: Here he is...so, where's my money?"
Baby immediately became "Bin, Scourge of the Middle East".
Everytime another story about the elusive Bin Laden came out, Jo-Jo and I would go into our shtick:
Jo-Jo: "Here he is now where's my money?"
Me as FBI: "Uhhhh...ma'am, that's a dog."
Jo-Jo: "C'MON...IT'S JUST A DISGUISE!!! ARE YOU GONNA TELL ME THAT A DOG THIS SMALL WITH A BEARD AND A TURBAN TRYING TO DRAG AN ASSAULT RIFLE THAT
WEIGHS MORE THAN HE DOES THROUGH AN AIRPORT METAL DETECTOR DOESN'T SET OFF ANY ALARMS WITH YOU PEOPLE!?! Where's my money?"
Me as FBI: "Ma'am that beard doesn't even match the color of the dogs fur."
Jo-Jo: "BUT HE'S GOT A KIDNEY DYALISIS MACHINE!?! HELLO!?! PAGING DOCTOR OBVIOUS: Where's my money?"
This would go on for hours...
Thusly did
Baby become
Bin.
But eventually my friend's got divorced and decided to fight over everything
but the dog.
It was a bad time for everyone.
To make a long story short...I took Bin.
He is absolutely adorable.
Impecably trained.
A joy to be around.
As cute as they come.
About the size of a small cat.
Everyone who passes him either watches him play or comments and unwittingly I would tell them:
Curious Person: "He's sooo cute...what's his name?"
Me: "That's Bin."
Curious Person: "As in laundry bin? I'll bet he gets in there all the time."
Me: "No, Bin as in Bin Laden the Terrorist."
Curious Person: "What th' @#$% is
wrong with you!?!"
The ending sometimes varied but usually had the same outcome.
Then one day, I was asked by a rather cute lookin' dog-lover what my puppies name was.
"I call him Bin..."
And then I froze...knowing what was about to come next.
I
hadda think of something fast.
It came out of my mouth before I even realized I had said it.
"...short for
Binary...because he's so, y'know...small?"
Thusly did Bin become "Binary".
Sorta.
It doesn't really matter what I call him...he
never stops following me.
-Peace or "Woof"...I forget which one is more applicable here-
edit on 8-5-2014 by Eryiedes because: Typo
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