Louise is once again being derelict on her duties, so I, the erstwhile and ever dependable Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle am stepping into the fray to take up her slack!
Sundays are for the Dawgs… Literally
A Sheepadoodle’s Perspective
Well, folks, another Sunday has rolled around, and as usual, it’s a complete zoo around here. And by zoo, I mean a literal dog pile on the bed.
Exhibit A: See Photo Above.
As you can see, Martha’s hogging the pillows (again), CC is contemplating the meaning of life (or maybe just his next meal), and Wilma? Well let’s just say she’ll sleep anywhere! I, of course, am the picture of elegance and composure.
Someone has to be the voice of reason in this madhouse.
The humans call this “quality time.” I call it a blatant invasion of personal space. But hey, who am I to complain? At least there are plenty of belly rubs to go around.
Until next Sunday,
Beau
PS. Feel free to give Louise a talking-to for once again shirking her commitments!
Sundays with Beaumont 
Humans have a strange way of thinking at times, like when they think they are in charge
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