You never call.

Beaumont:  So… you go off on a trip and forget all about me?

Me:  I haven’t forgotten about you. I’ve just been visiting and having fun.

Beau:  And drinking a whole lot of wine from the looks of it.

Me:  Not that much.

Beau:  Sure. So you say. I saw the photos.

Me:  Are you judging me?

Beau:  Who me? Judge? Nah. I’m just pointing out that you’ve taken off on some wild adventure and haven’t even bothered to have a Sunday conversation with me.

Me:  I’ve been busy.

Beau:  Right. Too busy to remember those you left behind.

Me:  I call every night.

Beau:  Yeah. But you don’t talk to me. You just talk to my dad.

Me:  I say hello to you.

Beau:  Oh wow. How thoughtful.

Me:  Beau. Don’t be like that.

Beau:  Like what?

Me:  You know. All passive aggressivey.

Beau:  Oh lady. This ain’t passive aggressive. It’s just me being the one you left behind.

Me:  I didn’t leave you behind.

Beau:  Really?  Am I there with you?

Me:  Well… No.

Beau:  So you left me behind.

Me:  Not in the way you mean.

Beau:  How would you know what I mean?  You don’t even call.

Me:  I told you. I call your dad every night.

Beau:  Doesn’t count. You don’t call me.

Me:  You don’t have a phone.

Beau:  And who’s fault is that?

Me:  I can’t win with you can I?

Beau:  Maybe if you didn’t ditch me just to go visit that baby.

Me:  Beau. he’s my grandson.

Beau:  And what am I?

Me:  The best dog in the world.

Beau:  Then maybe you should stop treating me like chopped liver.

Sigh.  I’m off visiting family and friends on the west coast — and spending lots of time with my grandson. Beau is not impressed.

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The photo of Beau is taking looking into the house from the deck. He refuses to come out on the deck when the umbrella is up and just sits staring at us through the window.