The next morning, Chuck reports: Things went better than I expected last night. Beau really warmed up to Mugs, our Airedale mix. That tail suddenly went up when Mugs started to nose around him. Our old overweight Chihuahua cornered him for a bit. But she realized that Beau was not a threat. I'm going to put some meat on Beau one way or another. He is a sweet boy and seems to be slowly warming up to life around here. We are going to be giving him a lot of love, that's for sure. He even came up and tentatively licked my hand this morning. That was a very good sign. I hand fed him a bit last night; he didn't eat much food out of his bowl. This morning, however, he polished off all of the food that we gave him. I'd like to get him groomed, but right now I don&39;t want to do that until he is a bit less skittish and gets some insulation on his skinny frame. When he learns to trust me, I'll do what I can about that. I have a great groomer who breeds and shows Airedales and gives an excellent cut. The problem is that he is always booked solid; I have to schedule a year in advance. We'll see what happens. I haven't found another place that can groom an Airedale. I'll know Beau has found his home when I find him crashed out in the hallway or on the $3000 dog bed (otherwise know as a leather couch) with the other two big dogs. Last night, though, he slept in his crate. Not a peep out of him. Give us a couple of weeks. I remember the first night Andy slept in the bedroom; it wasn't a restful night (for the hoomans at least). We'll take this in baby steps. Mugs gets first crack at it though; he's getting up there in years. He snuck up there a couple of times like a certain Case-monster did. Jay said Beau's a handsome dog. Beau is going to be adjusting for a while. We'll know he feels right at home when he steals his first pizza, just like the Case-monster and then Andy-Panda. Great measuring tool we got, ain't it? Whatever works. Right now he's still skittish but adjusting rapidly. Beau has been scratching a bit. Don't know if it's fleas or dry skin. I have some fish oil for his diet left over from Andy's bout with dry skin. $148 a gallon (gas isn't quite that expensive, yet) but it did the trick. Andy doesn't have dry skin anymore. As for me (Andréa): I ache from top to bottom from the fall, but nothing is broken, just sore. I soon gave up on the cane; it was more trouble than it was worth. The first thing I did was accidentally hit Luuceee on the head with it . . . I don't know how HOUSE or FRAZIER's father manages to use one. Later that evening, Chuck writes: We were going to go out for Mexican food tonight, but when the time came we just didn't feel like going out. So we ordered a pizza. Well, after the pizza joint got the order wrong and Jay took it back and came back 30 minutes later with another pizza . . . guess who tried to raid the pizza box?! Was it Gordita the Chihuahua? No. Was it Bear the Cairn Terrier, or the Wiener Dog from Hell? Nope. It wasn't Andy, Matt or Mugs. It was . . . (drum roll please) . . . Beauregard Burnside the Third (I like this title, can you tell?). I now pronounce you a real Airedale, Beau! And get that big nose away from that oven, you aren't going to get what's in there! He's coming around folks!

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