Beau: Can I just say something?
Me: You’re sitting on my chest. Do I have a choice?
Beaumont: No. Anyway. It is 8am already and you are still not up. What’s a dog to do to get your attention?
Me: Well sitting on me works.
Beaumont: Good I need to go out.
Me: Ask your dad.
Beaumont: He’s sleeping.
Me: And I wasn’t?
Beaumont: You were just faking it.
Me: I was? How can you be so sure?
Beaumont: I saw your eyelids flutter.
Me: Harrumph. You know I can’t get up with you sitting on me.
Beaumont: If you promise not to pretend to go back to sleep, I’ll get off you
Me: I promise.
Beaumont: Pinkie swear.
Me: You don’t have pinkies.
Beaumont: And you don’t have a lot of choice Because if you don’t get up, I might do something you regret.
Sigh. And so… The Day Begins.
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This was one of the original Beaumont stories that I started writing on my FB page. From time to time I shall be inserting them here so that I have them all in one spot. 🙂
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