Was My Miniature Poodle Gay?

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This is actually a blast from my past. It was originally posted in August 2017. He made me smile then and I hope he makes you smile now. Enquiring minds wanted to know…

I was five years old when Beau Brummel joined our merry family.  My parents had been promising my brother, sister and I that we could get a dog one day.  One Sunday afternoon we were out for a drive (I guess it was a way to stimulate curiosity in us young’uns.)  We stopped for lunch a few towns over from where we lived.  After eating, my siblings left the table only to return a few moments later with an announcement:  There was a kennel in town. (They had checked the phonebook.) (For those of you too young to remember payphones, they were in most restaurants and on the street for people to make phone calls without going home.  There were no cells phones or Internet in those days. It was the ‘60s Sigh.)

Busted!  My father had promised.  We came home with an 8 month old, pure bred, champion stock, black, miniature poodle. His front legs had been broken when he was a few days old and had healed incorrectly so his walk was always slightly off.  We never noticed.

Beau ruled. Well, at least us kids.  He played when he wanted to, he cuddled when he wanted to.  And he always looked like he knew better.

Because Beau was of champion stock, breeders wanted to use him as a stud.  My parents agreed. Evidently it didn’t go well.  He didn’t seem to know what to do. The first indication?

About few years later we added another dog to the mix.  A beautiful Chesapeake Bay Retriever, we called her Blue. She idolized Beau. On the last day of school before summer break, both dogs went missing.  Eventually they showed up again and the summer continued as planned until . . .our beautiful Blue was pregnant!

Our first thought was: Beau! You ole dog!  But no. We think he pimped her out to another retriever in the neighbourhood: Blacky, a black lab. The pups were stunning!  I watched them being born. Quite an experience for a child. Beau hovered like a worried godfather. Second indication?

A few days later my brother, Blue and her five puppies left for university.  Beau moped for twenty minutes and then started putting everything back to normal. But he did find a friend.

My best friend lived across the street.  Her father was a hunter and had hunting dogs.  Strictly off limits to curious children.  They also had a male cat.  Rusty was an outdoor cat whose job was to keep the mouse population in decline.  He was very good at his job. We lived just outside a small city surrounded by forests and fields. It was a great place to live.  Rusty was beautiful and affectionate. In those days your animals ran free so chances were good they would meet up.  They did. Beau and Rusty became friends. The two boys met up most days and Beau often invited Rusty into the house for snacks or even a nap.  Third indicator?

A few years later we moved to another province.  Beau never again had a special friend like Rusty. I wonder if they found each other across the Rainbow Bridge?

 

 

33 thoughts on “Was My Miniature Poodle Gay?”

  3. Mark Lanesbury

    A friend got a puppy and it too didn’t know what to do as it got older. Poor thing just got very frustrated. I think if they are taken too young they don’t get given an example so are left with a snorkel, goggles and flippers…in a desert. Poor things 😀

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  4. Murphy’s Law

    Awwww, what a heartwarming piece of your life Pam. Yes, Beau made me smile, as did Blue and Rusty. Back in the 50’s we had an Irish Setter I named…what else?….Rusty!

    Beau was a sweet natured dog. He may have been instrumental in teaching you kindness and how to pick yourself up after your life has been changed through no fault of your own. He was a good role model!
    Ginger

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  11. Sorryless

    Beau was a keeper!

    If only more people lived their lives the way Beau did. A person’s character shows when they display the courage of their convictions. And I’m pretty sure it works the same way for any species, really.

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  12. bikerchick57

    As a person who grew up without animals in the house, I am so glad that your parents gave you the gift of two dogs and the experience of seeing puppies born. It guess it didn’t matter what Beau liked because it sounds like he was a happy pup. That’s what counts in the end.
    Happy Monday, Pam!

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    1. quiall Post author

      My pets taught me so much about acceptance, compassion and unconditional love. I am a better person for having known them. Even though it was for so short a time.

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  13. Linda Pearce Griffin

    I love animal stories and this is a good one. I especially like tales of animals who end up with unusual friends – so more points scored on this one! I think animals give us more than they take and they certainly teach us lessons if we pay attention. Like you I was lucky to have parents that allowed pets in our home. Currently my husband and I are living with two dogs that bring us so much joy – Rosie and Honey. Both are rescues. Rosie is an Australian Shepherd mix and Honey is a beagle (well, mostly). Thanks for sharing your story.

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    1. quiall Post author

      I am so glad you liked it Linda! I truly believe we get more from our animal companions than they do from us. I think it forms us as individuals, especially children.

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  14. rangewriter

    That’s funny. It made me think about an event I’d forgotten about and really only half-way remember. It had to do with my sister’s female dog. Something about finding the perfect mate for her when she came in heat. But the male dog never took an interest in her overheated flanks. At some point, though, some male dog did find her and make whoopie because a totally unexpected litter of pups showed up. I wonder if the first boy was just too young or…?

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