It always comes back to this…

Beau: Remember how I was really nice to you last time you attended to my blog Louise?

Me: Yes Beau. I do.

Beau: Hmmm… so if you do remember, why then did you go and take another 3 week break before getting back to the keyboard on my behalf.

Me: Oh. Well. I was away.

Beau: You forgot to say, Away Again. But, regardless, if I’m not mistaken, you were away for two weeks. Not 3. Which makes me wonder… What happened last week?

Me: Oh. Well… It was Family Day Weekend and we had 12 people coming for dinner and I…

Beau: Stop right there, Louise. That all sounds like excuses and I’m not into excuses. I’m into gaining understanding of your absense when you peel away the excuses and get to the root of the problem.

Me: But they’re not excuses Beau. They’re the reason why I didn’t turn up.

Beau: Semantics. Semantics. Semantics. A reason is just your hooman way of sliding out from being accountable.

Me: Well that’s a little harsh Beau. I mean. I’m here today, aren’t I? And today is the 4th anniversary of my mom’s death and still, I’m turning up.

Beau: If I’m not mistaken Louise, writing it out is healing for you. So… in keeping with your hooman nature and my dawglie magnificence, this space is for you to write it out… and be accountable.

Me: You know I don’t want to argue with you today, right Beau?

Beau: I’m not arguing with you at all Louise. I’m simply stating fact. You didn’t turn up last week because you chose not to turn up. Had nothing to do with guests coming for dinner or a long weekend. It had everything to do with the choices you made.

Me: Oh my. When you put it that way, I see your point.

Beau: Well wonders be! She’s not such an old dawg in hooman disguise after all! She can still learn!

Me: I am constantly learning Beau, and, full disclosure… You are one of my best teachers.

Beau: Of course I am Louise. I’m a dawg. We dawgs come into our hoomans lives to teach them how to live from their heart and whole body, like dawgs do and get out of their hooman way of living from the head as if that’s all that matters!

Me: Thank you Beau. I appreciate you,

Beau: Of course you do. I’m your teacher… now, about how to make amends for your lack of tending to my blog and thus my fans… how’s that T-bone steak sounding – ’cause you know, dawg or hooman, ya’ can’t live on Love alone?

Sigh. And it always comes back to this — Beau Knows best. Perhaps that’s what I should have named this blog in the first place! It probably would have saved me a whole lot of angst.

Beau: Uh. If you’d asked me before you named it you might have saved yourself a lot of energy and time too!

Sigh. And once again. He’s right!

Beau: Of course I am! Now, about that steak…