Hark and heed, or perhaps, Bark and Deed is more fitting to this tale, but none-the-less, O noble followers of the gallant tales of Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle, Knight of the Order of the T-Bone! Gather around as I, your humble chronicler, relay the latest chronicles from the domain of meats and misdemeanors. Merely a... Continue Reading →
Hear ye, hear ye, gather around to hear the tale of Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle, a noble knight born into the whimsical fur of a Sheepadoodle, and his quest for the holy grail of meats, the T-Bone steak—a feast not provided by his most negligent hooman, Louise, but rather mysteriously bestowed by the cosmic courier... Continue Reading →
This is my day after birthday. Louise thought it would be a good idea to share her (not sure why not MINE but she tells me she's the content police on this here blog - go figure!) Anyway, since beginning my blog in September 2018, today's post will be the 274th post! That's a lot... Continue Reading →
Hey Fans! It's me. Beaumont. Trying to get my giant paws to work the keyboard of Louise's laptop which she left at home because... yup. You got it. She's gone off again to visit some mini-people she calls, The Littles. The name was one she heard from some woman named Bernie who calls her mini-people... Continue Reading →
In The World According to Louise, double standards are common. Like, she says this photo says it all. Ha! like what's it really saying? That I'm a 'naughty boy' as she called me or, She doesn't play fair. 'Cause her's the truth! I get no privacy when I gotta do my business but her!? Ha!... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So... Louise... Do you see the snow? Me: Hard to miss it Beau. It's kind of everywhere. Beau: So, if you can see it can you explain to me why you took away my only protection from the cold that accompanies it? Puhleasee. Me: Well... Um... When I booked your appointment to get shaved... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. Why are you wearing a fedora? Beau: It's my Easter Bonnet, Louise. Me: Why are you wearing an Easter bonnet then? Beau: Duh! It's Easter Sunday, Louise! Why wouldn't I? Me: I don't know. Maybe because you're a dawg and dawg's don't wear fedoras? Beau: Ummm.... Louise, and I only ask this out... Continue Reading →
A different take on Beau this morning. He's asked to be a 'movie stah' and apparently the only way is for me to abide by his wishes and have been told to post his two most recent jaunts at the snowy park so you can see how amazing he is on film! Please reassure him... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. Wake-up. It's time to go to the park. Beaumont: Shhhh. I'm sleeping. Me: What's with you. You always want to go to the park. Beau: Did you hear that wind last night? Vicious. I had to pace and keep watch just in case. Me: Actually you didn't. You could have just slept through... Continue Reading →
Hey there, hooman peeps! It's your favourite Sheepadoodle, Beaumont, dishing out my weekly wisdom. And woo hoo! Louise is letting me have full reign of the keyboard today 'cause she's all caught up in creating an amazing master class for Tuesday for anyone interested in Radiant Bold Aging. I guess I'll give her that --... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 