The dog who loved fetch.

Beau would literally play fetch all day, I do believe. When a tennis ball is in sight, it is an all-consuming concept for him - all he wants to do is have that ball. He doesn't want food or a treat; he doesn't want his belly rubbed. It took him a long time to even learn how to drop the ball so that it could be thrown for him (or be hit by a tennis racket, which is what we've been doing lately) - he loves it so much that he really would rather prefer to keep it in his mouth or right by his side always. But usually his love of fetch wins out and he gives it up, if only for a moment until he catches it out of the air or goes tumbling for it through the grass. It is his most prized possession. The picture was taken during a rare moment of rest.