Me: Beaumont. Don't beg. Beau: I'm not begging. Me: Could have fooled me. Beau: Well that's not hard. Me: Oh no you don't. You're not going to fool me by making this about how easy I am to fool. Beau: I don't have to. You just did it. Me: Stop that. Beau: Stop what? Me: ... Continue Reading →
Dear Santa, It's me. Beaumont. You know, the Sheepadoodle who sometimes wears reindeer ears just to please Louise. Believe me Santa. I am not trying to impersonate Prancer or even Rudolph. Honest. It's just ... well, you know what she's like! She's been on your naughty list often enough you gotta know it's her who... Continue Reading →
Psst! It's me. Beaumont the Sheepadoodle. I'm having to type this with my own two paws because, well... she has (once again) not posted on my blog on Sunday! I mean, really. What's with these humans? Can't they tell time? Come to think of it, if they can't do math, how can they do time?... Continue Reading →
Beau: So... let me get this straight. You can't put a photo of TW up that shows his face because he asked you not to, and I don't get a say as to what photo you put up of me? Me: Well, of course you can have a say. Beau: Like it will make a... Continue Reading →
Beau: So.... let me get this straight. You had to play with a bunch of ladies in your studio yesterday and didn't have time to post my blog? Me: Uh. Huh. Beau: And that's acceptable to you? Me: It is what it is. Beau: That's all you've got to say? Me: What do you want me to... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 