As told to by Margaret Koenig
At first glance, I may look like a pampered lap dog—but I have no problem getting my paws dirty. Fannie adopted me after an extensive search process to find a canine that fit her criteria: athletic, non-shedding, highly intelligent, social and able to fit under an airplane seat. Lucky for her, she found the perfect pup—that’s me, Beau, a papillon with big ears and a bigger heart. As the first of my four siblings to venture out of the whelping box to investigate the world, I’ve always possessed a natural curiosity and easy confidence—traits that have served me well in my life in Atherton. I spend my days off-leash, hiking trails, playing with my many four-legged friends and hunting down small bugs (this last hobby resulted in the “chip” on the side of my tongue, a souvenir from a run-in with a venomous insect). I’ve also taken up agility training, where my speed, energy and fearlessness make for a thrilling time. I love racing around on the course, even if it’s not always in the correct direction. (But we’re working on it!) I’m as skilled a fitness trainer as I am a trainee, and I often coach Fannie during her own workouts, offering motivation by perching on her stomach while she does crunches. Really, what could be more inspiring than that?
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