There once was a Newf named "Beau"

Well another Sunday has past and I have to say that last Sunday was way more fun then today. It was a typical west coast day with lotsa rain and wind. I did manage to get 2 walks in but no truck rides and no swimming. Here are a couple pictures of one of my siblings ( well sort of, I never did get a chance to meet him) a Landseer, his name was Beau and he lived to be 13, mom & dad talk of him often. They say that he was a big handsome boy like someone else they know (wink wink) and he was so gentle, he came to them when he was 8 months old after the couple that adopted him first were unable to look after him, go figure as if newfs don't grow...HELLO...anyway there loss was mom & dad's gain. He had one of his eyes damaged when he was a small pup and after years of care, the Dr. finally had to remove it. But Beau didn't mind, he rarely looked at himself in the mirror. I'll show you BJ next...get it Beau Jr....oh brother....

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