Love without Expectations

Me: Know what tomorrow is Beau?

Beaumont: Of course. It’s LOVE DAY!

Me: We call it Valentine’s Day, Beau.

Beau: Whatever you call it, I do not understand why hoomans need a day specifically to remind them to be Loving. To a dawg, everyday is a lovin’, smoochin’ kind of day.

Me: Yes, well, we hoomans are obviously not as smart as you dawgs?

Beau: Ha! Now there’s an understatement if I ever heard one.

Me: Well… you know I love you everyday Beau.

Beau: (guffawing!) Sure Louise. Like even when you’re off visiting with The Littles all the time?

Me: Even when I’m not here it doesn’t mean I don’t love you Beau!

Beau: Sure Louise. If you say so.

Me: Beau. Are you sulking?

Beau: Sulking? Ha! Sulking’s for babies. I don’t sulk. I contemplate with a serious face.

Me: Oh. And what are you contemplating?

Beau: Ahhh…. well if you didn’t keep taking off on your galivants, you’d know.

Me: Beau. I have to go visit my grandchildren. I love them so.

Beau: I get that part Louise. What I don’t get is why you don’t take me with me. Why Mitzi and Rod both have given you great advice on how to bring me along and you just ignore them!

Me: I’ve told you Beau. I don’t trust the airlines and anyway, while I’m there it’s too busy and you’re better off at home with your dad.

Beau: I love being at home with my dad Louise but you’ve never even given me a chance to see what it’s like with the Littles and how I might not find it too busy.

Me: Trust me Beau. It’s busy.

Beau: And I suppose you mean you’re now too tired to take me for a romp at the park this morning now that you’ve FINALLY come home?

Me: Oh. Well… I was going to ask your dad…

Beau: (making a buzzer type sound) BBBBEEEEEPPPPP. That’s not the right answer.

Me: Right. Okay. Okay. I get it. You expect me to turn up for you now that I’m home.

Beau: Oh you hoomans. Always thinking it’s about expectations when really, all it’s about is doing the right thing, and the right thing right now is to take me to the park so you can get some fresh air and I can chase the ball, not to mention the squirrels.

Me: Just so I understand… that’s not an expectation on your part?

Beau: Of course not Louise. It’s a need. A natural instinct. A desire which I require your participation in to fulfill on.

Me: Oh.

Beau: See Louise, dawgs don’t expect anything of their hoomans. We love on you in the belief that Love truly is the answer. And in knowing that Love you will turn up for yourselves, and us, without our having to remind you to do anything except LOVE.

Me: Oh. Well thank you Obi Wan KenoBeau for that wisdom.

Beau: Louise. Louise. Louise. How many times do I have to remind you… sarcasm is not your forte? Then again, now that I think about it, your memory isn’t what it used to be so…

Me: Very funny Beau.

Beau: Why Thank you Louise. Thank you very much.

Me: I was being sarcastic Beau!

Beau: (feigning innocent) Really? Coulda fooled me!

Sigh. And so, I let go of trying to be sarcastic and do the loving thing, the thing I should have done in the first place — go to the park!