We often let Beau outside during the day, but he always returned when we called him. "Beau! Beau!" we'd yell. then watch as Beau shot a straight line for home-in hopes of getting an extra meal. In the evenings, Beau curled up with us on the couch. At night, when we stretched and turned off the television, Beau continued to head for the porch. He always slept there, even during cold, snowy December nights. Finally, Denise decided to cure Beau of his porch-sleeping habit, and she carried him to bed with her one night. Beau liked this even better.