Oh Dawg. Say what?

Beau: So…. let me get this straight. You had to play with a bunch of ladies in your studio yesterday and didn’t have time to post my blog?

Me:  Uh. Huh.

Beau:  And that’s acceptable to you?

Me:  It is what it is.

Beau:  That’s all you’ve got to say?

Me:  What do you want me to say Beau?

Beau:  How about, I’m sorry. It will never happen again.

Me:  But that wouldn’t be the truth. I can’t promise it won’t happen again.

Beau:  And you have the audacity to call me an diot?

Me:  Look. That was a slip of the tongue.

Beau:  You’re tongue’s too sharp. It hurts.

Me:  Seriously. It wasn’t meant to hurt. I was just being funny.

Beau:  I’m funny. You’re… well, let’s just leave at you’re not funny.

Me:  Well, the guy laughed when I said it.

Beau:  Louise. Louise. Louise. He asked you a simple question. He wanted to know my pedigree.

Me:  I eventually told him.

Beau:  After you said, ‘He’s part idiot.’

Me:  Well, you were leaping up into a tree trying to catch a squirrel.

Beau:  That’s what real dawg’s do.

Me:  Hmmm… it didn’t seem too smart to me. The squirrel was waaay up there.

Beau:  And I was jumping waaay high.

Me:  Not high enough.

Beau:  Didn’t warrant you calling me part idiot.

Me:  You’re right. You’re right. I apologize.

Beau:  Good. Now what are you going to do to make amends?

Me:  What would you like me to do?

Beau:  Promise never to miss a day posting my blog.

Me:  I can’t promise you that.

Beau:  Then I guess you’ll just have to live with the fact you hurt my feelings and can’t make it up to me.

Me:  Beau. You’re a dog. You’ll forget about it by tomorrow.

Beau:  I still haven’t forgotten you left me for a month last summer. And, you didn’t even get me a special treat for my birthday. And, you took off again for 10 days in October. And… well, there’s lots I haven’t forgotten.

Me:  And obviously haven’t forgiven me for either.

Beau:  Hey! You’re the one who isn’t willing to commit to making amends and if you recall, that’s an essential part of the apology process. See, I’m just trying to help you be a better human by keeping you honest.

Me:  Fine. I commit to never being late on posting your blog again. Now will you forgive me?

Beau: Do you promise never to call me an idiot again?

Me:  I said you were ‘part’ idiot. Not full blown right down to the ends of your furry little paws idiot.

Beau:  You still think you’re funny don’t you?

Me:  Maybe.

Beau:  So… who’s really the idiot? At least everyone agrees, I am funny. You?… Well. Nuff said.

Me:  Have I ever told you my snail joke?

Beau:  Unfortunately, yes.

Me:  Well that’s funny!

Beau:  No. It’s not. It’s the kind of a joke only an idiot would tell.

Me:  Beau!

Beau:  Hey. It is what it is.

And so, life with Beau continues on in all its lovely paradox.

And truth be told. I really shouldn’t have called him part idiot. He’s a Sheepadoodle!