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| Name: |
Beebo
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Age: |
Eleven years old
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| Gender: |
Male |
Breed: |
Golden Retriever |
| Home: |
Hayesville, North Carolina, USA |
My
name is Beebo. I am a big swimmer and I love to swim after my favorite
toy and bring it to my dad who throws it right back out in the
water.
Beebo's dad here. When I was a child, I loved a pastry called a honey
bun, the local bakery used an icon that was a little bear, that little
bear's name was Beebo. I don't know why, but as soon as I laid eyes on
Beebo when he was a puppy, I immediately thought he looked just like the
little bear and named him Beebo. Since it broke my heart to hear him cry
for attention in the little playpen we would put him in at night, I kept
him in the bed with me where he never made a peep. It took him a while to
learn to jump onto the bed on his own and that's where he would spend most
of his time, sleeping under the ceiling fan on the bed.
I used to get the newspaper in the morning and would let Beebo out when I
would get the paper. It didn't take Beebo long and he was trying to pick
up the paper. Since it was bigger than him, I would help him until he was
big enough to get it by himself. Eventually, that was his primary concern
when I would let him out in the morning, to get the paper. So when the
paper boy would through the paper into the yard, Beebo would hear him and
Beebo would quietly walk into the bedroom and gently lick my nose. If that
didn't wake me, he would then breathe his breath right into my face and
tickle me with his little whiskers and if that wouldn't do it, he would
then slap the side of the bed with his tail while wagging. He was so cute.
He eventually would bring back anything, a tennis ball, baseball,
softball, frisbee, his orange toy in the picture, but he had the most fun
with just a stick. He was so cute and would bring the ball, orange toy or
stick and lay it at my feet, but if there were someone else with us, he
would consider them the guest of honor and Beebo would lay the toy at
their feet for them to throw.
When Beebo was about two months old, I took him swimming and though he
didn't like it at first, he quickly became an expert swimmer and loved the
water, especially if it were in a mud-puddle. He loves riding in the front
of my truck and going to the lake no matter if it is rain or shine, hot or
cold. He once chased after a cat he saw across a frozen pond when the
temperature was -20c. The cat ran across the frozen surface, but Beebo
went right through. Here came Beebo back, water frozen on his fur, but
panting with a big smile.
Beebo is so sweet and will greet everyone he sees with a whine, a big wag
of his tail and a toy in his mouth. He would snuggle right up with you and
loves to have his ears and cheeks scratched. Most of all Beebo would never
get mad at you and he always knows when you are happy, sad or mad. If sad
or mad, after two seconds with Beebo you are on your way to recovery. There
is no way I could ever explain the relationship I have with Beebo, but I
can say this - I certainly would give my life for him and I think that is
the meaning of love. That is what makes Beebo special to me.
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