They Call Me Beau

They call me Beau.  Beauregard, from a long line of distinguished Beauregards that came before me, so I’ve been told.  I am the head of my pack and can claim a lineage back to the first ones.   I guard our lane, along with my mate.  I have a friend, a two legged friend named John who also guards the lane.  I report to him.

John is a good man, a sensible man, hard-working and loving.  John named me as he named the one that came before me and the little one who will take my place when it is my time to join the first ones.  He’s told me that there has always been a Beau guarding John’s family back from when his ancestors first came to this land.  They chose one like me, one who had much of the blood and strength of the first ones in his veins.  I sense truth in his words.

There is another who shares John’s duties, one who smells and looks like my friend.  I can call him friend too although one of a different sort.  He protects the people of our lane with a fierceness rarely seen in men.  His name is Brian.  He too can trace his line back to this land.

Rarely does this Brian use my name.  Occasionally he calls me dog.   When he does, he does so with affection, admiration, pride and gratitude.  I protect his little one and his other charges that live on the lane or near it.  He has confidence in me and mine to guard them with our lives and with all the power of the first ones.

She who is my mate, Lady Lucie, was chosen by John.  He chose wisely.  Lucie is the best of her breed; she too carries the blood of the first ones within her.  She bore me fine strong pups.  John kept the best of the litter.  Little Beau.  He learns fast and is already the constant companion of the little one.  Brian and his mate are pleased.

I am in my prime.  I have many more years ahead of me to guard my pack and my home.  When it is my time to join the first ones, my pup will continue my work.  And his pup after him.

They call us Beau.
 

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