Who's a good boy?

Happy Birthday, Mr. Bean!  We would have gotten you some sweaty socks and dirty cat litter, but you've already had your weekly YEARLY quota.  Way to make to FIVE whole years old. I have to admit that for the first, uh... 3 years or so when you wouldn't stop barking at things at 2am or eating ca-ca, things were a little touch and go. But you've grown into a good, sweet, and Ok, I won't say "smart" but you seem to have given up the ca-ca kind of dog and we love you very much. Even though Hopper thinks your name is "Cheese" and that you are part cow.