It’s a good question. I would also like
to know the answer to that one, to tell the truth. He was the sweetest little guy;
I just loved him to death. He did tend to leave to his toys all over the house in
the most unexpected places. And his howls were almost as shrill as the sirens
of the firetrucks that he howled with as they screamed past my Grandparents’
house. Or maybe it was because he would jump onto the back of the sofa under
the window so he could hear them better and be more in tune with
his howls.
I don’t know. I really don’t. All I know
is, that that is what she called him.
Something else I know is that when we would
call Grammy, she would say, “Where’s Mickie?” and he would run and jump onto
the back of the couch, with his whole back half wagging (I knew, because I’d
seen him doing it before.) Then she would tell him, “She’s on the phone” and he
would come and lick the phone. And when I said, “Hi Beau, I love you”, he would
give soft little yips in reply.
He lived to a very old age and was Grammy’s
companion for several years after Gramps died. She obtained another that looked
almost just like him, but it was never quite the same and when the second died,
she never got another. There was only one Beau Maurice, the little Imp of the devil,
and I’m so glad I got to be his friend.
The silver toy poodle here on the right
has the same caring look Beau had, but he was immaculately groomed, at least
once a month.
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