This is what I normally see when I am trying to head back to work after lunch. Beau, hanging out in the yard, hiding from me and refusing to come inside.
Also, please note the chicken wire surrounding the bushes. This is to prevent Beau from eating the garage which he finds so tasty and his stomach rejects. He still managed to get past it. So now there are random plastic chairs shoved in the bushes as well. You'd think that a dog that was smart enough to get around pervasive chicken wire would also be smart enough to learn that eating garage = sickness = no dinner. But no.