A Portrait of Beau

Beau has been here with us for a few weeks now, and he has settled happily and seamlessly into his new life.  He is mending the aching hole in our hearts left by Spencer's passing last month.

At fourteen months, our little guy is still very much a puppy and the whole wide world is an adventure. His delight in every single thing he encounters is something to see. He runs like the wind through the Two Hundred Acre Wood, and he is poetry in motion when he does, seeming to float effortlessly above the ground.

He has claimed the four poster bed in our guest room as his own and arranges the pillows on it to suit himself. He loves fresh peaches, strawberries and his mum's homemade gelato, and he absolutely adores tummy rubs. One of his favorite evening pastimes is chasing fireflies.

Note the black tongue in the second photo. He had been helping me in the garden and could not resist sampling the lovely dirt we were rearranging.