Beau Games

Most mornings Beau follows me around the house while I'm getting ready for work. He'll inevitably walk in front of me, almost cause me to trip and I'll yell, "Beau! Get out of my way!"

But there are quite a few games that we also like to play with Beau. Mostly for our own amusement. This morning was no exception.

Beau sits right outside of the door of our bathroom while I'm putting on my makeup and blow drying my hair. Sometimes he lies within inches of my feet, and I have to be careful not to step on him. We haven't been able to play this morning game in quite a while because Hottie and Little Man are usually sleeping. This morning, however, everyone was up and the boys were chilling on the bed while I was blow drying my hair.

Beau came and sat by the door of the bathroom and stared at me. I could hear the boys chattering in the master bedroom. I moved the hairdryer over my hair and looked at Beau out of the corner of my eye.

Suddenly, I jerked and aimed the blow dryer right at Beau's face and lunged at him. He turned, moving his little legs so fast that his body was trying to move while his butt was still sitting along the wall! He took off running across the bedroom and turned and barked at the hairdryer.

Hottie and I died laughing. Little Man sat and looked big-eyed around the room, uncertain what was so funny.

I was still laughing moments later when I went back to blow drying my hair, and Beau came trotting back up to sit in his spot again. Mind you, I'm standing there in my underwear because I haven't dressed yet when I call to Hottie, "Watch this! I'm going to do it again!"

Confirming that Beau is still sitting there, I turned and lunged at him again.

He took off running. And my foot caught on a towel on the floor, my head slammed into the bathroom door, and my knee and elbow caught my fall on the floor.

Beau turned around in the middle of the bedroom and looked at me like, what the hell are you doing on the floor in your underwear?

I don't know who laughed harder - me or Hottie.

From Beau

This is the life. Dad snapped this photo when he didn't think I was looking. I had an eye on him, though, and was watching him out of the corner of my eye while he snuck up on me. Jumped up and chased him out of the room! He was laughing like a lunatic while I was on his heels.

Dad's a funny one. Every time I turn around he wants to snuggle with me. Pulls me up onto the couch, rubs my belly, and we sit and watch TV together. Tells me not to tell mom cause she doesn't want me on the furniture. Something about what she calls "Beau stank," whatever that is. Caught Dad with his feet in some kind of foot spa this afternoon while Mom was napping. Bubbles kept coming up from the water while he sat there and watched sports highlights. He wouldn't let me chase the bubbles that overflowed and spilled onto the towel he had underneath. I like chasing bubbles. I'll get him back though when he falls asleep and leaves the chip dip on the couch. Yum.

Mom's gotten really funny looking lately. Smells different too. Actually the whole house smells different. Mom and Dad moved a bunch of stuff around and have all this new furniture in the front room. With toys they put out of my reach. I know I'll get my teeth on that stuffed dog sooner or later, though. It's only a matter of time.

Yup, I got the two of them eating out of my paw. Nothing's gonna change for me. No, sirree.

Beau's Yearly Checkup

Hottie: I’m never taking Beau to the vet again. From now on, you have to do it.

Me: Why? What happened?

Hottie: It’s your responsibility to take him from now on.

Me: Okay, but what happened?

Hottie: He’s obese! I have to walk him everyday for thirty minutes and cut his food down by 25%.

Me: (Laughing)

Hottie: It’s not funny! This is serious. He’s also got tartar on his teeth and one of his ears has wax in it.

Me: (Laughing)

Hottie: They made me leave that place with ear solution! An extra $25!

Me: (Laughing)

Hottie: You’re no help. I’m not ever taking him again.

Me: Okay, okay, I’ll take him from now on.

Hottie: Come here, Beau. Come here, Chunky Monkey.

Me: What are you doing?

Hottie: I’m going to put him in the truck, so we can get out of here.

Me: What do you mean, you’re going to put him in the truck? Like carry him to the truck?

Hottie: Yes. I don’t want him to get his paws wet. It’s still raining.