Beaumont: So. Let me get this straight. You're going away for a week. Again. Me: You got it. Beau: No. I don't got it. I do not get why you're going away. Again. Me: Well. I'm taking a course. And it's in Toronto. Not here. Beau: What. They don't teach courses here? Me: Not this... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. You know you're lying on top of me. Beau: Yup. Me: I need to get up. Beau: You need to lie still and just be present in the moment. I'm giving thanks. Me: Well that's very sweet but I have a lot to do to get Thanksgiving dinner on the table. Beau: Louise. Be... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: You know this is Monday, right? Me: Yes. Beaumont: So, you also know you're a day late posting my story. Me: Yes. Well. I was busy getting an early Thanksgiving dinner ready for 10 people. Beau: Excuses. Excuses. Me: Well... I am the curator of this blog. I think I can decide to miss a... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Why are you just standing there? Beau: I'm waiting. Me: Waiting for what? Beau: For you to throw the ball. Me: I didn't bring it. Beau: Then I'm waiting for you to explain why not. And it better be good. Me: Because there's lots of snow on the ground and you always lose it in the snow. Beau: Excuse... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. You're sleeping on the couch. Beau: Yup. Me: Well, you know you're not supposed to. Beau: Yeah, well, you'd be sleeping on the couch too if you'd just walked for a gazillion kilometres. Me: It wasn't that far. Beau: How would you know. You weren't there. Me: Well, Auntie Annie told me. You walked just over 20 k today. Beau: Ha! ... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: What? Me: Would you please stop moving. Beau: What for? Me: Watch your English. Beau: What for? I'm a Dawg. I don't care about Engligh and I definitely don't understand requests that make no sense to me. Be specific. Use your words. What do you want? Me: (Sigh) Right. (taking a breath...) Beaumont, would you please stand still so I... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Dad. We gotta talk. C.C.: Of course. I'm here for you Beau. Beau: Sigh. It's nice you're here for me dad 'cause I don't know where in the world my mom is. C.C.: She's out on the coast. Visiting her grandson. Remember. I told you. Beau: But didn't she just get back from seeing him?... Continue Reading →
Dear Ann Landers, It's Beaumont the Sheepadoodle here and I really need your advice. So, my mom says she's too busy to share our conversations right now on my blog. It seems her galavanting around without me is a priority. Harrumph. Last weekend she went to Canmore for a three day getaway and then this... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Seriously? Why do you do it? Me: Do what? Beau: Oh don't you give me that innocent look. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Me: Um.... you mean your beautiful haircut? Beau: Ain't nothin' beautiful about it. It's a crying shame. Me: Don't be so sensitive. You'll be much cooler for the rest of summer. Beau: Have you noticed... Continue Reading →
