But the look on his face just now is all wonderment and admiration. My friends, let me tell you, this is not the end of my story. Beau has a lifetime of adventures ahead of him. Dogs to run with, people to love. At one point he gets to paddle in a canoe, with a life jacket on.
Disasters rain down upon our house, and the sun comes up afterward and dries the rain up.
Beau catches a bunny, and lets it live. But I choose to end our story here, in the woods, kneeling by the fallen minicassette recorder. It was the look I saw in Beauregard's eye, the look of a knowing one, a holy of holies at last. He had made the difficult crossing, from a crazy, impulsive, demanding animal to one who saw, and enjoyed, the life we shared. Placing anything human in the wilderness changes everything, just like in the time travel stories.