Me: Beaumont. Would you please get that disgusting thing off the couch. Beau: It's not a 'thing'. It's my Bebé. Me: I don't care what it is. It's disgusting. Please take it away. Now. Beau: If you throw it, I will. Me: I am not touching that thing! Beau: Bebé. Me: Beau.... Beau: (oh so... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Ummm.... You know that's not a photo of me, right Louise? Me: Of course. Beau: Then why are you sharing it? Me: Because a moose on the loose in our backyard is pretty cool? Beau: (making that buzzer sound that means 'loser'') NEEEEAAAAHHH Me: Be generous Beau. You gotta admit a moose in our... Continue Reading →
Hey peeps. It's me. Beaumont. Louise is indisposed. And no. That doesn't mean she's on the can. It means... Well, I'm a dawg. Right. And I'm struggling to understand why she's crying and unable to type but... what she tells me is this is grief. Yeah. Grief. I tell her grief is a river. It... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. The ball is right beside your foot. Beau: I know that. Me: Then why aren't you picking it up? Beau: Why aren't you coming to get it while I munch on some grass? Me: Because you're not supposed to eat grass? Beau: And you're not supposed to criticize, condemn and complain. Me: I'm... Continue Reading →
It was as if in the early hours of the morning the sun had cajoled the trees with its exhortations, "You can do it! You can do it!" And the leaves had whispered to the branches, "Leaf out! Leaf out!" And the branches had called to its roots, "Push! Push! Push! and suddenly, spring burst... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So.... I suppose I should wish you Happy Mother's Day. Me: That's lovely Beau. Thank you. Beau: You know, you're really the only mother I've ever known Louise. I don't remember my birth mother. She gave me up so young. Me: She had no choice Beau. Beau: But aren't you the one who says... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So.... are we finally back to regular programming, Louise? Me: Yes Beau. Beau: Good. So can we please get rid of the 'artsy' photo too? Me: What do you mean? I like it! Beau: But it doesn't really do me justice now does it? Me: I think it does. Beau: Well... we all know... Continue Reading →
Dear Beau, I know we've never met and you think I'm just some fluffed up shaggy dawg toy but seriously, I am in awe of you and I so want to be friends. It's not like you'll have to share your food or even your toys, but we could play together. I'd let you pull... Continue Reading →
Well, how d'ya like these dawg-ples folks? She thinks just because she's taken off to see those Littles it's okay to A) not post my wisdom words until the afternoon (I even had to call her and tell her to get it done!) and B) To usurp my place of honour with this stuffed abomination... Continue Reading →
There once was a dawg named Beau whose hair did grow and grow until one day his mom had her way and Beau got shaved, like a recruit on his first day and suddenly the wind don’t blow through his fur, oh no and the girls don't coo like they used to do. Now this... Continue Reading →
