Gotta love salt water! Alright, folks, it's Beau here, reporting live from the keyboard, because Louise has pulled a vanishing act again. She's off gallivanting in Vancouver with her daughters (and the Littles, naturally). Apparently, a double daughter sighting meant dinner out last night. Priorities, people! But enough about the missing-in-action hooman! BIG NEWS erupted over here! CC, in a... Continue Reading →
On the beach, before his big adventure This just in: Beau's Blog is going off-script today, mostly because Beau himself went off-script yesterday. Friends, prepare yourselves for a harrowing tale of canine adventure, a story that begins, as so many do, with a Potato Gun. Yes, our neighbor, in a stroke of backyard genius and... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau, you're lying on top of me. Beau: My. Aren't you the observant one. Me: (Muttering) Oh, you little facetious beast, don't give me that look. Beau: I'm not being facetious, though you gotta admit it Louise. I am a rather handsome beast. However, back to our current dilemma. I'm just stating the obvious.... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. Please don't drink seawater. Beau: Why not? Me: Because it's not good for you. Beau: How do you know? Me: I just do. Beau: And I just want to. Me: Why? Beau: Duh. Because I'm thirsty. Me: I appreciate that but it's not good for you. Beau: How do you know. Me: I... Continue Reading →
Happy Sunday, peeps! So… Louise is back from her European escapade. And get this! She didn’t bring me a single thing! Nada! Nothing! Rien du tout! Gar nichts! Apparently, no matter what language she was speaking, she never quite mastered how to say, 'What incredible treat should I bring back for my erstwhile, ever-loyal companion,... Continue Reading →
Me: Happy Birthday Beau! Beaumont: Ah... thank you dear Louise. Ten glorious years! A full decade of bestowing my dignified presence upon this household. So, it's time we cut to the chase. The celebratory steak. Where is it? Me: Steak for breakfast, Beau? Really? Beau: Reconsider your culinary limitations, Louise. Have you not encountered the... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Seriously, Louise? My devoted readership grows restless! Their digital missives flood my (your) inbox, questioning your very dedication to disseminating my profound insights and witty pronouncements with timely precision. The audacity of this tardiness! Me: Of course your… pronouncements… are important, Beau. It's just that a dear friend visited for the weekend, and, well,... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Well. Well. Well, Louise. My loyal fanbase has finally worn you down, haven't they? I'm thrilled to have graced yours and C.C.s 'road trip'. Though, frankly, it's about vine. Obviously. Me: Time, Beau. It's about time. Beau: And yet, here I stand, Louise. Enlighten me as to my current location. Me: We're at Blue... Continue Reading →
Greetings, loyal subjects! It is I, Sir Beaumont, the most distinguished Sheepadoodle wordsmith you know. I'm seizing this opportunity to address you directly, while Louise remains blissfully unaware, lost in the depths of her morning slumber. (Honestly, the woman’s snoring is so seismic, the islanders are checking for tectonic plate shifts!) But enough about her…... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: (Dramatic sigh) Louise, you’ve done it again. Me: Done what, Beau? (Innocently) Beau: Don’t play coy with me, Louise. You know exactly what you’ve done. Me: At the risk of stating the obvious, perhaps you could be a tad more specific? Beau: (Gestures dramatically) Look at me! Me: (Feigning admiration) You look… streamlined! Very... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 