BEAUREGARD IN FLORIDA

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BEAUREGARD
IN FLORIDA
16 MARCH 2012

Beauregard writes:
Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Beauregard.
It used to be Toto, but my Foster Mom (FM) calls me Beau,
which means HANDSOME in French.
I must admit that sometimes she calls me "Beau, No!"
Then, when I stop in my tracks and look at her with my sweetest,
most bewildered expression, she laughs right out loud,
and says, "I got you, babe!"
I've no idea what that means,
but I think it must be from some previous life of hers.
But then, I'm only six years old,
and she's way older than that,
like from the last century or maybe even the one before that,
so I just pat her with my paw and pretend I've not seen
any of her lapses of current-day realities.

Even though I miss my former mom,
who gave me up because she was really sick,
my FM & I get along very well.
She says that if I would only acknowledge that Kizzie,
my sort-of-older foster sister, is in charge of the household,
I would be just about perfect. ("Just about . . ."?)

It seems that I want to be in all
the places where Kizzie usually is.
My FM praises Kizzie a lot,
and tells her what a good girl
she is for putting up with
my intrusions, especially
for my insistence on snuggling
up real close to my FM on the bed.

(I would never tell her so,
but I'm really impressed by all the ribbons
Kizzie has hanging around the house.
I don't know what 'gility means,
but it seems to be a big deal.
Blue is a really good color for me,
so I'd like some ribbons like Kizzie has.)

I gotta admit, when Kizzie gets fed up with me
and gives me a really scary growl, I back off real fast!
Speaking of growls, I have my own;
it's something else that makes my FM laugh out loud.
I growl when anybody pets me (which is something I really, really love);
she says I'm like cat, purring in contentment.

Beau & Siddhartha Gautama Buddha, who wrote:
"Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle,
and the life of the candle will not be shortened.
Happiness never decreases by being shared."

While we're on the subject of sisters,
I want to mention Emma, my 15-year-old foster sister.
She's my idol. Nothing fazes her.
When I do silly puppy things,
like throwing my toy it in the air and catching it,
she looks at me with an air of mature bemusement,
then turns around a couple of times and goes back to sleep.
Wow! Just think of the years of wisdom she has stored up in her brain . . .
and we don't have any notion what all is there because she's a foster, too,
and we don't know what experiences she had before she came here.

Now, please don't get me wrong.
I really love being here, but I'd rather have my own forever home,
where I know I'd never have to leave again
and I would live & love & be loved forever & ever.
And I would know that some other fur kid would have a place to stay
while waiting for his/her own forever home.

I would greatly appreciate your consideration.
I'm quite a swell fellow!
Yours,
Beau

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BEAUREGARD IN FLORIDA 16 MARCH 2012
Beauregard writes: Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Beauregard. It used to be Toto, but my Foster Mom (FM) calls me Beau, which means HANDSOME in French. I must admit that sometimes she calls me "Beau, No!" Then, when I stop in my tracks and look at her with my sweetest, most bewildered expression, she laughs right out loud, and says, "I got you, babe!" I've no idea what that means, but I think it must be from some previous life of hers. But then, I'm only six years old, and she's way older than that, like from the last century or maybe even the one before that, so I just pat her with my paw and pretend I've not seen any of her lapses of current-day realities.

Even though I miss my former mom, who gave me up because she was really sick, my FM & I get along very well. She says that if I would only acknowledge that Kizzie, my sort-of-older foster sister, is in charge of the household, I would be just about perfect. ("Just about . . ."?)

	It seems that I want to be in all the places where Kizzie usually is. My FM praises Kizzie a lot, and tells her what a good girl she is for putting up with my intrusions, especially for my insistence on snuggling up real close to my FM on the bed.
(I would never tell her so, but I'm really impressed by all the ribbons Kizzie has hanging around the house. I don't know what 'gility means, but it seems to be a big deal. Blue is a really good color for me, so I'd like some ribbons like Kizzie has.) I gotta admit, when Kizzie gets fed up with me and gives me a really scary growl, I back off real fast! Speaking of growls, I have my own; it's something else that makes my FM laugh out loud. I growl when anybody pets me (which is something I really, really love); she says I'm like cat, purring in contentment. Beau & Siddhartha Gautama Buddha, who wrote: "Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared." While we're on the subject of sisters, I want to mention Emma, my 15-year-old foster sister. She's my idol. Nothing fazes her. When I do silly puppy things, like throwing my toy it in the air and catching it, she looks at me with an air of mature bemusement, then turns around a couple of times and goes back to sleep. Wow! Just think of the years of wisdom she has stored up in her brain . . . and we don't have any notion what all is there because she's a foster, too, and we don't know what experiences she had before she came here. Now, please don't get me wrong. I really love being here, but I'd rather have my own forever home, where I know I'd never have to leave again and I would live & love & be loved forever & ever. And I would know that some other fur kid would have a place to stay while waiting for his/her own forever home. I would greatly appreciate your consideration. I'm quite a swell fellow! Yours, Beau