Beowulf was our first dog; a mutt, adopted as a puppy in 1980.
We bought him for $15 out of a box at a pet store on Piedmont Avenue. Sylvia picked him up and didn't put him down, to the dismay of a little boy who had been eyeing him also. He was the runt of the litter.
He hated water, walking around puddles. Although he once tried to walk on water by jumping out of a canoe onto a mirror-like lake. Ha Ha, he was so embarrassed.
A dog of questionable descent from a Keeshund and Basenji, he was plucked from a box in front of the envious eyes of a little boy. Cousin to Miss Piggy. He could use 50 feet of leash to wrap himself into a tight cocoon. His car chasing days were nipped in the bud. This dog could levitate cheese and milk bones. He was a good friend of Mr. Bear who taught to beg (much more efficient than levitation.) Guardian of the Valerian and Rockridge Cafe. A bedroom shiek and dreamland cat chaser. He actually treed a kitten. A dog who respected the size of cows. He tried to walk on water and not to walk on leaves. He patiently suffered the torment of children and happily squeaked his hedgehog, Porky.