Wet Dawgs and T-Bone Dreams

Beau: Seriously, Louise? What’s with the picture?

Me: It’s you on the bed, Beau! Not even on your blanket, and you’re all wet!

Beau: I can see that, Louise. But what’s with the red around my mouth? Come on, couldn’t you have chosen a photo that shows off my debonair, savoir faire demeanor?

Me: Beau, you’re the one who insists on dunking your whole face into your food. Not much I can do about that.

Beau: Excuse me? Are you blaming me for your lack of dawg-hooman care?

Me: I’m saying you stick your face in the bowl, not me!

Beau: And I’m saying, Louise, you need to take better care of me.

Me: Excuse me??? I take great care of you.

Beau: Do you really want to go there, Louise? My fans have witnessed your neglect. They even had to crowdfund a T-Bone for me because you weren’t stepping up.

Me: That was quite the event, Beau. But that has nothing to do with my care. Your fans thought you deserved the T-Bone, not me.

Beau: And there you go, proving my point.

Me: How so?

Beau: My fans recognize my brilliance, the joy I bring, the charm I sprinkle like sunlight. And you? Ha! You don’t see it. You don’t even think I deserve a T-Bone. Sigh. Just a dawg in the window to you, more worried about the cost than rewarding my priceless joy.

Me: Oh dear. I’m not winning this one, am I?

Beau: Do you ever?

And there you have it. Beau sprawls on the bed, wet and bedraggled, completely ignoring the blanket I put down for him – see, I do care! Meanwhile, he’s plotting his next T-Bone heist, convinced he’s the mastermind of this household. Who knew a wet dawg could outwit a hooman so effortlessly? Tune in next week for more of Beau’s brilliant schemes and my inevitable defeat!

Beau: Was there ever any doubt as to my brillilance and outwitting abilities Louise?

Me: No comment.

Silence is my only defence.