Happy Sunday, peeps! So… Louise is back from her European escapade. And get this! She didn’t bring me a single thing! Nada! Nothing! Rien du tout! Gar nichts!
Apparently, no matter what language she was speaking, she never quite mastered how to say, ‘What incredible treat should I bring back for my erstwhile, ever-loyal companion, Beau?’
Sigh. Folks, this is serious. Was I not even on her mind? Did her heart not miss me? Even a little?
I certainly missed her. Seriously! While she’s shockingly incompetent at providing my daily steak, she does give me treats and walks. Ah, yes. The walks. Along the shore. Leaping from rock to rock. Frolicking in the sea. Catching waves. I show her daily how to stay young at heart, how to be agile, how to truly enjoy life – and this is her thanks?
Nothing.
Truly, folks, I am deflated. But I shall rise again! I may be 70 in human years, but in the grand scheme of the universe, I am ageless. Indomitable. Irrepressible.
As her paintings say… I shall persist!
Of course, I also reserve the right to whine a bit. I mean, a little guilt-tripping to encourage accountability isn’t bad, right?
Wish me luck!
Thanks for listening. I feel lighter already.
Sundays with Beaumont 
Maybe she couldn’t find anything worthy enough for you, as not any old thing will be fitting a dog like yourself, just a thought.
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