Me: Beaumont. Why are you scowling? Beau: So you notice? Well that's a start. Me: Of course I notice. I notice everything about you. Beau: Right. So didn't you notice I wasn't keen on going to the hairdressers? Me: Oh. Well. It was for your own good. Beau: Have you ever noticed how people use... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. If you get off me I'll get up and we can go out for your walkie. Beaumont: It's Sunday Louise. Can't we sleep in just a bit? Please? Me: You gotta go, Beau. Beau: Where? Me: Very funny. Outside. To do your business. Beau: What business? Me: Don't be indelicate. Beau: I'm not.... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So... what do you think? Me: About what Beau? Beau: My photo. Silly. Me: It's lovely. I did take it you know. Beau: Yeah. I know. But I'm wondering whether you got my good profile or if the other side is better. Me: Ummm.. Does it matter.? You're handsome either side. Beau: Well of... Continue Reading →
Dawggone it people. She's gone and done it now! You'd a thunk that given she's laid up with a bad back she'd at least have had the good sense to leave me alone this Hallowe'en. But nope. Apparently, the act of dressing me in that silly cow suit she calls my winter coat was too... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, where's your ball? Beau: You're the one who threw it. Don't you know? Me: Ummm... well, the practice is... I throw. You run and fetch. Beau: You've got that a little wrong Louise. Me: How so? Beau: Well, it should be - You throw. I run in the direction it looked like you... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So. You know you missed last week's post. Right? Me: Yes Beau. I was away. Beau: Like I could forget. Me: Are you giving me the cold shoulder? Beau: Oh no. It's bigger than that Louise. This is ATTITUDE. Me: You don't have to yell it. Beau: I wasn't yelling. I was emphasizing my... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. You know you're doing it again. Right? Beau: What? Me: Don't play innocent. Beau: Who are you to talk? Me: What's that mean? Beau: Haha. You're away. Again. Me: And you're lying on top of your dad. Again. Beau: Does he look like he's complaining? Me: That's not the point. Beau: There's a... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. You're lying on top of your dad. Beaumont: What? Me? Really? Me: Yes. Really. You need to get off him. Beau: I think you mean, "my dad is lying under me." He needs to move. Me: He was there first. Beau: First in. First out. You know. FI-FO. Me: Excuse me? Beau: FI-FO.... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, I can't sit at my desk. Beaumont: What's your point? Me: Well, I just got up to get a glass of water and you moved in underneath my desk. Where am I supposed to sit? Beau: On the couch? Me: But I'm using my laptop. Beau: And I'm guarding against marauding squirrels. Which... Continue Reading →
Me and My Owie! So, it's me. Sans Louise. She's still sleepin' or somthin'. I just had to sneak on and paw my way through this missive 'cause well, I got news folks! Yup. It's my dad. This time, he's going away and not taking me. I know! Scandawgalous! He's off on a boy's golf... Continue Reading →
