Beaumont: Seriously? What does a dawg have to do in this house to get some peace?
Me: What do you mean?
Beau: If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a gazillion times, I do not need a catty friend.
Me: She’s only visiting for three weeks Beau. Be nice.
Beau: Heck! I try being nice. What does she do? She swings her little paws at me and hisses!
Me: Umm… I’m not sure being nice includes standing above her, putting your paw on her back and trying to make her lie down.
Beau: Well if she’d just quit moving I wouldn’t have to try to makeher lie still.
Me: She’s lying still now.
Beau: On my couch.
Me: You mean your dad’s and my couch, right.
Beau: Nope. I mean my couch. Think about it. You’re gone for long periods of the day, sleep in your own bed all night, where do you think I am?
Me: This is not a pretty picture you’re painting.
Beau: It’s pretty nice for me.
Me: (sarcastically – which is always lost on a dog btw) And of course, it’s all about you.
Beau. Is there any other way? Now. About that catty four legged feline. How about moving her off my couch?
Me: Beau! She’s comfortable! And she’s not bothering anyone.
Beau: I’m not comfortable and just might start bothering her if you don’t move her.
So. I move Zoey, my daughter’s cat who’s staying with us for three weeks while they’re off galavanting around Columbia and Aruba. Beau stays on the floor.
Me: Well, aren’t you going to get up.
Beau: Nah. I’m comfortable here on the floor. The hardwood is cooler than the leather. Know what I mean?
Sigh. And I do. He really just wanted to see if I’d do his bidding. I wonder who really does rule in this dog house?
Love the photo, man at work and man’s best friends have turned their backs on him, even though man brings in the mollah to feed these cuties! Does Beaumont know he is on thin ice!