Beasley

Let me tell you a little something about my best bud. His name is Beasley. He'll be 4 in June. He is black and white. He loves me unconditionally and is always happy to see me...and everyone else. All he wants in life is to be near me and occasionally some food, water, and a squeaky toy.

I adopted Beasley back in the Fall of 2005 from a Havanese rescue organization called HALO. It was the best decision I ever made in my life - well, one of them. I was living in Chicago at the time and having a pretty rough go of things - for that matter, so was he. When I first brought Beasley home, he thought all humans just wanted to hurt him. He was just a shaky little ball of fur - a lot like his new mom minus the fur. He had no idea what he was suppose to do with those toys or that that soft cushy thing would be nice to sleep on.

Slowly but surely we got to know each other. He learned that his favorite place to take a nap was snuggled into my legs on the sofa resting his little head on my knees. He learned that those little rubber squeaky things could provide hours and hours of the most fun he'd ever had. And most importantly he learned that I loved him and would never ever do anything to hurt him. From that point on we've been a package deal. We moved from Chicago where he loved the snow and walks along Lake Michigan, to Atlanta where he can run and run outside in the warm sun almost year-round.

As the man in my life, he is my consumate "protector" - letting me know when ANYTHING (and I do mean ANYTHING) may possibly be afoot outside. Although it may annoy me sometimes, I love him for that and so many other things. He has licked a lot of tears off of my cheeks and jumped around with me when I've been excited about one thing or another. He's the last face I see before I go to sleep and the first one I see when I wake up.

He's my little man. My best pal.