From Chapter Three - The Other Dogs in the Room
Beau was short for Beauregard. Which was short for Pierre
Beauregard. Which was short for Pierre LaPierre Beauregard.
Beau was the real deal, a pure-bred pedigreed poodle with
all the papers to prove it, as French as the Eiffel Tower
or a croque monsieur. He was decked out in ribbons and bows
when he landed at the Seattle-Tacoma Airport. The trip from
New Orleans hadn't been easy. Once he'd been de-crated, Beau
got into the back seat of the car with Sally, who tried to
calm a very nervous dog down as they drove home to Bellevue,
a suburb across Lake Washington from Seattle.