Beaumont: Louise. My fans are waiting.
Me: I’ve been busy.
Beau: I’ve been up since noon and you still haven’t gotten to my blogpost.
Me: I told you. I’ve been busy.
Beau: Enough with the excuses. I’m looking for results. And I’m not seeing any.
Me: Well… I worked for three hours this morning on a submission for a writing competition I’m entering. I took you to the park. I went for groceries. That’s a lot of results.
Beau: Not when the only result that counts is posting my blog.
Me: There’s more to life than your blog Beau.
Beau: Not on Sundays.
Me: (sigh) Well I’m writing it now.
Beau: It’s noon.
Me: The title isn’t “Sundays with Beaumont… in the morning”.
Beau: Ooooh… so now we’re getting sarcastic. I’ve told you before Louise,, sarcasm does not look good. As my buddy Rod would say, “You’re too old to be wearing sarcasm as a fashion statement.”
Me: Yeah? Well your buddy Rod is pretty old too!
Beau: Not as old as you.
Me: Can you dispense with the age-cracks and let me type.
Beau: Age-cracks. Good one. Especially when all the cracks are on your face.
Me: Beau! That’s not nice.
Beau: It wasn’t meant to be.
Beau: Just teasin’ ya’ Louise. You’re not that wrinkled…. though… now that I look at you in the light… is that a new line I see between your eyebrows?
Me: Not funny, Beau.
Beau: I wasn’t trying to be.
Me: Seriously? Is there really a new line between my eyebrows?
Beau: A gentleman never tells. Neither does a dawg.
Me: Beau! Can you please just let me get on with my typing and stop interfering with my train of thought.
Beau: It’s a slow train Louise. I’m sure you can catch up.
Me: Not funny Beau.
Beau: Yes it is. Now hurry up and finish. The train has reached the station and I need to have a nap.
I sigh loudly. Finish his last sentence and press publish.
Beau: Did you apologize to my fans for being late with its publication?
Me: No Beau. I did not.
Beau: Then I’ll have to do it for you.
I’m sorry Louise’s train of thought was so slow this morning she couldn’t catch up until now. I’m sure with a good nap, a few licks from me and another nice long walk, she’ll be back on track, eager, and able to do better next Sunday.
Yours in dawggone devotion.