Beaumont: I don’t get it.
Me: Get what Beau?
Beau: Why I can’t come in.
Me: I’m going to the bathroom Beau. I would like to go alone.
Beau: You don’t let me go alone.
Me: That’s different.
Beau: Different how?
Me: Well… you go outside. There’s no door.
Beau: BNNNNNNEEEEEEHHHH! (that’s the sound of the ‘get off the stage’ buzzer coming out of his nose) Try again.
Me: I like my privacy?
Beau: And I don’t?
Me: Oh. Do you?
Beau: I don’t know. I’ve never had it.
Me: Well… that’s because I have to clean up after you and …. oh dear… it’s really hard to explain.
Beau: Try harder.
Me: (taking a deep breath) Well… you’re a dawg and you do your business outside and…
Beau: (interrupting me) Have you ever given me a chance to learn to do it inside?
Me: Ummm…. Well…. No….
Beau: So how do you know I can’t do it inside?
Me: Like… on the toilet?
Beau: Yeah. Like on the toilet. Have you ever given me a chance to learn how to do that?
Me: Well…. No.
Beau: Why not?
Me: Um…. you’re a dawg Beau. Dawgs don’t use toilets.
Beau: Wouldn’t it be better for everyone if we did?
Me: Umm…. Oh man Beau. I don’t have an answer.
Beau: Then I rest my case. I’m coming in.
And so he did. As he always does. It’s like having a perpetual 2-year-old in the house. Where ever I go, he goes. Fortunately, like a 2-year-old he’s really cute and when he gives me that ‘look’ I can’t resist. Sigh. Perhaps I’m the one who needs better training? 🙂
Beau: I’m still reading Louise. And I do not disagree about your need for training.
Me: How nice. (under my breath) Not.
Beau: I read that too. Now close the door so we can have some privacy.
And I close the door and life with Beau goes on… his way…