When he died (in 1977), it was like losing a child. He was a blue merle Great Dane, and the sweetest little (6 foot tall, on his hind legs) dog you can imagine. We didn't name him Beau ... he came to us with AKC papers already made out as "Colonel Beauregard." But to us he was Beau.

can't beat Jimmy Stewart & can't beat Johnny Carson. Or a dog named Beau. Very touching.

I recall the tears that came when I watched it, all those years ago. Thanks so much for posting. Yeah, I'm crying again.

Blessings.

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and museum built around him. Tour buses actually come in. Besides the celebration and parade for his seventy-fifth birthday, I remember seeing him informally at the Holiday Inn when he was in town for a sibling's funeral. He was pleasant to everyone around him and everyone was trying to be cool to show respect. This was over forty years ago, and I remember being surprised that he was bald, so hard to recognize without a toupee. Most og all I remember going to the restroom and passing his wife, Gloria on a lobby pay phone(no cell phones then). She was calling one of their kids back home to let the family know they'd arrived safely- just like any mom would do. She was an amazingly striking and gorgeous older woman.