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Beaumont the Wave Chaser

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He is a wave hound. A chaser of the curve as it falls over onto itself racing towards the shore.

He follows the line of the water, running at full speed along the beach.

He does not bark. He does not zig nor zag. He runs like a bullet speeding through air, following the wave.

Beaumont loves the beach. He loves the ocean.

As always happens, no matter where we are or who we’re with, I am the first person up in the morning. It is my habit. My way of being.

I treasured those quiet mornings in Tofino. As the sun rose behind the trees lining the eastern horizon, the light advanced in long shimmering lines, reaching far into the western shores of the Island, pushing night’s blanket away from the shore. Beaumont and I would quietly leave our cabin at the edge of MacKenzie beach and walk in the early morning light, down the steps to the golden sand of Crystal Cove. I’d let him off his leash and he would race around me in circles, his mouth open in a great big huge grin, his body quivering in anticipation of the frolics to come, just on the other side of the rocks protruding from the sand. I’d throw his ball. He’d grab it and make a beeline for the first wave washing ashore.

And the fun began.

Ball in mouth, he races along the curve of the water, splashing and leaping in the waves. If there are others out in the early morning light, they inevitably stop and watch and smile.

Beaumont in the waves is a smile making machine.

He does not pay attention to humans, other dogs, birds. Nothing. He only has eyes for the waves, the water cascading over itself as it rushes to shore.

One woman couldn’t resist his antics. She waited patiently to grab just the perfect photo. She walked towards me, camera outstretched to show me. “I’m so excited I caught him leaping in the waters. His smile is contagious.” She showed me her photo and added. “I want a dog just like him!”

Every morning I walked the beach with Beaumont and was reminded of how easy it is to be in the moment, to be present to joy and share smiles with strangers.

Lesson from a Dog: Chase waves. Smile lots. Life is an adventure.

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Author: Louise Gallagher

I believe we each have the capacity to be the change we want to see in the world, to make a world of difference. I believe we are creative beings on the journey of our lifetimes. It's up to each of us to Live It Up and SHINE!

10 thoughts on “Beaumont the Wave Chaser

  1. imagine for a moment — if Beaumont was the writer, he was observing you ‘his human’ observing him? Would he describe what he saw, your expression, your zeal … or would he write about the thrill of the wave he’s rushing headlong into without fear of obstacles or brick walls, without fear of falling, without fear of his limitations

    ahh … dogs are great

    but what would they write? to whom would they write?

    … just thinkin’

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  2. Thanks for the smile Louise and Beaumont 💕

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  3. I can only imagine his joy!!

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    • Last night as we were walking in the dark, I let him off leash in a big field by our house. I didn’t see the bunny, but Beaumont did. He was gone. In a flash. Racing like he was chasing the waves. He did come back — but it’s not as safe running like that in the city — even if he is filled with joy, I am filled with fear! 🙂

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  4. Gorgeous photos Louise. I love the one of you guys in the car and Beaumont sheepishly in the background. ❤
    Diana xo

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  5. I liked the picture this brought to my mind for that I thank you

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