Adieu Beauchamp Adieu

After three months I sadly realized little Beau-Beau and I were not the best fit. Although we grew closer these past few weeks, Beauchamp just had too much energy for the slower tempo of my life.

I learned that he and his little sister had been left in a box at three months covered in fleas in front of a shelter in P.R. His sister was adopted right away and a month later Pee Wee (as he was then named) was off to live in New York as part of a wedding gift to a lovely newly wed couple that already had a dog. Unfortunately the older dog and the puppy did not hit it off. And that's when I came to his rescue.

By this time he was almost five months old, according to my Vet, and so very needy and very vocal about his needs. But adorable looking as he could be.

Chewing much of my furniture and immune to the sour apple 'Chew-Stop' spray I bought to discourage this even though he had many a bone or toy to chomp. He especially liked my lovely antique French Empire chair.

Also remember I had recently lost my adored French Bulldog "Kobey-Rose" a short three months before of cancer. She who had two modes, sleeping and playing, and did her fair share of furniture chewing too, but was wise enough to attack only the reproductions in places I could not see. And the sour apple spray trained her to only to chew her appropriate toys.

I realize now that I probably wasn't ready for a new dog child yet, as my heart was still grieving over the loss of my perfect little girl who hardly ever barked.

Unlike Beauchamp with his huge ears and obviously sonic hearing causing him to speak loudly in a very sharp a shrill voice, (for such a little guy) at sounds only he knew about. I think emanating from New Jersey or perhaps from his home land on the isle of Puerto Rico.

I tried to softly discourage him, speaking in a quite soothing voice while scratching his ears. Next I tried to distract him by playing with his favorite toy or treats. He would continue to bark even with his mouth full. In desperation I finally yelled 'Knock it off!' Hoping to shock him into silence. Nada.


Another lost expectation was that this skinny little critter of 7 pounds would enjoy a cuddle together on my bed along with a belly rub. But nooooo, the thing he found most entertaining was to constantly bite my fingers wanting to hold them in his mouth as he slowly applied stronger pressure till it hurt, me.

But he would let me hold him in my arms while he was able to slip me some tongue. He was very adept at this with lighting speed. So I had to be on my guard constantly as I'd noticed he liked to eat the little chocolate drop that fell from his bum now and then.

So last night Beau left my home with my friend Anthony. A young man of high energy himself with two little Pugs at home that both love other dogs. And I know Beauchamp will be so happy to have a brother and sister to play, cuddle, and chew on, while giving both of them plenty of french tongue kisses.

But I'm sad to have him leave and wasn't able to sleep. So I am here typing away as the sun rises saying a little prayer for Beau-Beau. Adieu my little boy. We both did our best, and will see each other again. I will miss you....silly boy.

Photos by Brooke Jacobs.