Me: Beaumont. You know you’re lying on top of me.
Me: I need to get up.
Beau: You need to lie still and just be present in the moment. I’m giving thanks.
Me: Well that’s very sweet but I have a lot to do to get Thanksgiving dinner on the table.
Beau: Louise. Be still. Soak up the moment. Savour this peaceful interlude and let your body rest.
Me: Ummm…. Hello. Earth to Beaumont. What did you do with my high-energy, electrically charged Sheepadoodle?
Beau: Louise. Louise. I’m right here.
Me: I know. You’re lying on top of me. You’re heavy.
Beau: Imagine instead I’m a warm blanket of energy and that we are one. You and me. Our energies are in felt relationship. I’m not heavy. I am another you.
Me: You were listening in on my conversations about the Radical Wholeness course I was at this week weren’t you!
Me: Well, I appreciate your thoughtfulness and energy, but I gotta get going. Time’s a passin’.
Beau: Time is a construct. A myth. An illusion. You have all the time in the world. As Sogyal Rinpochen says, “rest in natural great peace this neurotic mind’.
Me: Okay. Now I’m getting worried. Who is this Zen chanting hound? What have you done with the sarcastic, quick with the witty comeback Beau I know and love.
Beau: I am all of that and more. Rest in natural great peace.
Me: I’ve rested. Time to get up. I may have to take your temperature.
Beau: No need. I’ll get off you… though I do have one little question.
Me: Uh huh. Let’s hear it.
Beau: Is that standing rib roast I saw you put in the fridge for me?
Me: Whew! The real Beau is in there.
Beau: You didn’t answer the question. Is it?
Me: No. But seeing as Uncle Jim always brings you a bag of treats and feeds the whole thing to you during dinner, you have nothing to worry about.
Beau: Did you put him at the end of the table?
Beau: Well you better move him. I like easy access to my favourite treat guy!
Me: Are you getting off me?
Beau: Are you going to move Uncle Jim to the end of the table?
Me: Fine. I will.
Beau: Good. Getting up now. What are you making me for breakfast?
Sigh. And so it goes. Beau once again rules the day and owns the house.
Though he did have me worried there for a moment. I thought maybe he’d become enlightened and would suddenly give up running around like a rabbit on steroids and settle down.
Oh well. A girl can dream.
And of course, the final word goes to Beau, who says: Happy Thanksgiving everyone. While Louise did not make me a special meal, or even a nametag for the table, I’m pretty sure my Uncle Jim will be dropping a few tidbits my way. I am grateful. I’m a growing dawg y’a know. Gotta keep my energy up to keep that Louise guessing!