Me: So, Beau. Do you think you've found your happy place? Beau: What's a happy place? Me: You know. One of those places where you feel content, satisfied, complete, at peace. Always. Beau: Where ever I am is my happy place Louise. You hoomans should try it. Just be happy. No matter where you are.... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Wake up! Beau: Why? Me: Time for walkies. Beau: Have you seen the weather? Rain's a fallin'. Wind's a blowin'. And I'm cozy. Me: Still doesn't change the fact - it's time for a walk. Beau: Later. Me: Now. Beau: Why don't you finish my blog first so you can at least get... Continue Reading →
Beaumont here, your favorite sheepadoodle correspondent, taking over this blog with a heavy heart (and an even heavier paw). Louise, my dear but somewhat scatterbrained human, has once again fallen short of her blogging duties. (I know! I know! I can hear your gasps of shock and horror!) Alas, it's true. She dared to prioritize... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, Have you been contacting your buddy Rod on the sly? Beau: Not Guilty. Me: How can you say Not Guilty when I know you contacted him! The evidence is irrefutable. Beau: And I'm not trying to hide the fact I did it. So... nothing sly about it. So.... Not Guilty. Me: So you... Continue Reading →
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.... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Like a lion stalking its prey, I have been hunting for you. Me: Very poetic, Beau. Now, can we just carry on, please? Beaumont: What??? And ignore your lack of commitment, your dereliction of duty, your abysmal behavior this past month? I think not. Me: Hmmm... those are some strong words, Beau. A bit... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. Do not jump through that fence. It's not off-leash. Beau: (batting his doleful puppy-dog eyes) I'm just looking, Louise. Me: Yeah. Well, get any thoughts of a "grass is greener" adventure out of that fluffy little head of yours. Beau: Louise, my feelings are as big as my fur, and you're hurting them... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau! You are not a cow. Beau: Louise! You're so smart. Me: Don't be sassy. Beau: Stating the obvious is worse than sassy, Louise. It's pedantic and obtuse. Me: Fine. Then let me be even more pedantic and obtuse. Stop eating the grass. Beau: Perhaps Louise I'm having an identity crisis. Me: What? You... Continue Reading →
Me: Today is picture day! Beau: What's that mean? Me: It means I post a photo of you and that's your blog done. Beau: HA! Picture this. You don't write my blog and my fans come after you! Me: They wouldn't dare! Beau: You willing to bet on it? I mean, the other option is,... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau, you know how last week's post video was called, "Bad Boys"? Beau: How could I forget? So rude! And by the way, it wasn't 'last weeks' post! You missed last week. Remember? Me: Oh right. Well... I was busy. It was Ivy's 4th Birthday party day and there was so much to do!... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 