
This is my dog Beowulf.

If you've approached him at the crag, this is a better resemblance.

I swear, he's harmless.

Aware and responsive. Rambunctious. But loyal, trustworthy, and obedient.

Once, Beo climbed fifty feet of sheer granite to keep up with me on a solo ascent at Mt. Evans.

He survived being ejected from a flipping Nissan Pathfinder.

He's quite the deep thinker.

After five years of living, he must have a lot of interesting thoughts.






















