Beaumont: Um…. just because you spent the day yesterday as a wild dandelion woman doesn’t mean I have to become a dandelion pooch today!
Me: C’mon Beau! Where’s your sense of adventure?
Beau: I left it on the couch when you made me get up and come for a walk at this undawgly hour this morning.
Me: It’s not that early.
Beau: Maybe in human years. In dog years it’s like zero am.
Me: There’s no such time as zero am.
Beau: When you’re a human. To a dawg, zero am is that time of day when a nap is all that’s needed to make the day perfect. Which is pretty well all day.
Me: It’s a beautiful morning. I thought it’d be great for us to get out early.
Beau: You forgot to ask me.
Me: You’re always up for a walk.
Beau: Do you know how much napping time I missed yesterday because you and your wild dandelion women were making crazy in my house?
Me: Our house. And anyway, we weren’t making crazy. We were being creative.
Beau: Call it whatever you want, you disturbed my nap time.
Me: (sarcastically) So sorry.
Beau: Well you should be. A dog needs his beauty rest.
Me: Well it doesn’t seem to have affected you. Missing your naptime yesterday. You look beautiful surrounded by dandelions.
Beau: Right. I can see the headline now. Sheepadoodle falls dead of exhaustion in a weed patch.
Me: Don’t be so dramatic.
Beau: Right. And you and your wild ladies weren’t being dramatic yesterday throwing eggs and howling at the sky?
Me: You weren’t supposed to be watching.
Beau: Well it’s hard not to when you go down to the river and leave me behind.
Me: Ohhh. So that’s what this is all about. You’re sulking because I didn’t take you with us.
Beau: I’m not sulking. I’m claiming my righteous indignation.
Me: Oh my. We are being dramatic.
Beau: And I repeat. You weren’t being dramatic throwing eggs and howling at the sky?
Me: That’s different. We were releasing the past and claiming our right to joy and freedom, love and beauty today.
Beau: Uh huh. So let’s just say, I’m claiming my righteous indignation today.
Me: (sigh) Fine. Do you want to go home now?
Beau: Well, now that we’re here at the park I’d rather you threw the ball.
Me: Oh dear. I forgot the ball.
Beau: Right. So first you make me get up early for a walk. Then you make me sit in a weed patch and now you’re telling me you forgot the ball? I may just move from righteous indignation to pure disappointment
Me: Do you want to howl at the sky? I’ll howl with you.
Beau: No thanks. Only crazy women howl at the sky. This dawg’s got too much sense.