Beau: So, let me get this straight, Louise. We move to the edge of the sea, no airplane ride needed to visit The Littles, and you still go visit them without me? My poor heart!
Me: Guilty as charged, your fluffiness.
Beau: That’s Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle to you Louise. And anyway. What am I, The Monster of the Deep? Relegated to the “stay at home and watch the house” crew?
Me: Don’t be dramatic, Beau. You’re a Sheepadoodle, not a drama queen…although, now that I think about it…
Beau: Drama queen? How dare you! My fans know I’m all about the sophisticated canine commentary. This is clearly a case of neglect, and I won’t stand for it! My reputation is at stake!
Me: (Trying to avoid the inevitable puppy-dog eyes) I know, I know. But you see… it’s complicated.
Beau: Complicated? It’s simple! You take me with you! Or at the very least, explain yourself to my adoring public. They deserve answers!
Me: (Buckling under the pressure) Okay, okay! The Littles have allergies. It’s not personal, Beau.
Beau: Allergies? Puhleaseeee! I’m practically hypoallergenic! I shed less than a Sphynx cat on a good day.
Me: To a degree, yes. But “to a degree” doesn’t cut it when it comes to sensitive noses.
Beau: I’ll wear one of those bubble astronaut suits! I’ll even let you put reindeer antlers on it!
Me: Ha Ha! That would be a sight to behold, but even you wouldn’t be comfortable in a plastic bubble for a whole visit. Besides, Auntie A and Uncle L are eagerly awaiting your arrival for the holidays. They’ve promised endless belly rubs and a mountain of treats.
Beau: (Perking up) Did someone say “treats”? Now you’re talking! But… will they have those gourmet dog biscuits with the Himalayan yak cheese filling?
Me: (Rolling my eyes) Knowing them, they probably have an entire pantry stocked with gourmet dog delights. You’ll be living the life of a pampered pooch.
Beau: Hmm… gourmet treats, endless cuddles… Okay, you’ve swayed me. But don’t think you’re off the hook that easily, Louise! I expect a significant increase in my treat allowance for this “sacrifice.” Perhaps a weekly T-bone steak? It’s only fair.
Me: (Sighing) You and that T-bone steak saga. If only I could give th e instigator of the T-Bone steak a piece of my mind! They’ve created a four-legged monster of an extortionist in a Sheepadoodle coat.
Beau: Extortionist? I prefer “master negotiator.” And don’t forget, Louise, I’m not a monster. I’m a Sheepadoodle with discerning tastes. Now, about that steak…
Sigh. And so, the Saga of the T-Bone Steak continues with Beau vying for more. more. more. To read about the Saga of The T-Bone Steak, click HERE
Sundays with Beaumont 
It is sad that the little ones have alleges, they would most likely love giving you a hug , trust me Louise is tired of earing about the T bone steak.
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It is sad JoAnne — but… it is what it is and yes, they would love to have Beau visit!
and YUP!!!!! I am soooo tired of the T-bone capers! 🙂
Thanks JoAnne. ❤
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it’s a never ever ending story!
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That it is my friend! 🙂
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Darling Beau you crack me up! And of course you deserve an occasional T-bone. 🥩
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LOL — And of course you think he does! 🙂
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