Me: Why the long face Beaumont? Beau: You lost my ball. Me: Excuse me? I lost it? I don't think so. Aren't you the one who keeps dropping it in front of other dawgs noses. Beau: I'm just being friendly. You're supposed to keep track of it. Me: Again I say. I don't think so.... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Why are you looking so.... sulky? Beau: I'm not. I'm just giving you attitude. Me: Why? Beau: You have to ask? Me: Ummm. Yes. I can't read your mind. Beau: Seriously? You type my words which I can't speak and you say you can't read my mind? Hmmmm.... You truly are delusional. Just... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So... let me get this straight. You're off to the coast again for two weeks. Without me. Me: That would be right. Beau: And you think that's ok? Me: I'm not sure it's about ok or not ok Beau. It's all about my grandchildren and my seeing them. Beau: And what about me? Me:... Continue Reading →
Me: So... what are you waiting for? Beaumont: For you to fetch the ball? Me: Why don't you? Beau: Because you're two feet away and can easily reach it? Me: Was that a question or a statement? Beau: Does it matter? Me: Seriously Beau. You need to stop answering my questions with a question mark... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Seriously. Who let the cat on the bed? Me: Ummm... Beau. Who let the dawg on? Beau: Ya but, I live here. Me: Yabuts run in fields. Beau: Oh my. Yabuts. Rabbits. Ha! Ha! You probably think you're funny. Me: Don't you? Beau: Nope. Louise: Not even a little bit...? Beau: Nope. Now, my... Continue Reading →
Dear DawgAnn Danders, It's me. Beaumont. I've snuck onto my dad's laptop while he's taking a nap (with me on the bed of course.) I'm writing today because I'm confused. My mom has gone off to see the grandlittles (apparently there's a new little and she couldn't stay away). But here's the deal. While it's... Continue Reading →
Hey my peeps! It's me. I snuck onto her laptop and am pawing away at this here post 'cause, as you can see, she didn't get to it this past Sunday. I mean. Really. Right? Like... What's up with that? Apparently, she's been busy playing with paint and poor l'il ole me had to take... Continue Reading →
Me: So.... Beau.... Beaumont: Oh dear. I always get nervous when you say my name like that. What did I do this time? Me: Don't be silly. Nothing. I just want to talk to you about something. Beau: What's that? Me: Well. A friend, a big fan of yours, suggested you might want to be... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. Stop eating the grass. Beaumont: You know it's all your fault. Right? Me: What's that? Beau: The fact I eat grass. Me: How's that Beau? Beau: Remember the cow coat you made me wear last winter? Me: The one I bought to keep you warm in sub-arctic temperatures. Beau: Right that one. The... Continue Reading →
It stormed last night. Thunder. Lightning. Wind. Rain. Beaumont doesn't like thunder and lightning. Nor wind. They scare him. I awoke at around 4am to the sound of him standing over me on the bed, panting noisily. Me: Beau. What is it? Beau: Huff. Huff. Huff. Me: Go back to sleep. Beau: Huff. Huff. Huff. Me: ... Continue Reading →
