Beau, sounds like you have a lot of pleasures in life. And a talented poemist too.

I really like this poem, Beauregard. The world is my chew toy! I chewed a hole in the couch cushion last night. Every once in a while, just when mom think I'm over the chew thing, I chew something. It keeps her on her toes! It gets dad in trouble for leaving me alone in the house too! HAHAHA

Beau, the squeaking does not bother me. That you have the stuffed squirrel and I don't is what bothers me.

You are one happy doggie...That's a good thing. I'm always happy too. My fav is patrolling the backyard for vermin and laying in Peaches' bed and taking a nap, and playing with Peaches' pink dog..she gets VERY annoyed with that and tries to bite my face off. Mom always comes to my rescue, then I laugh at Peaches 'cause she's in trouble. Life is good.