Me:  Beaumont. You're lying on my legs. Beau:  I know. Me:  You're heavy. Beau:  So is grief. Me:  And what does that have to do with lying on my legs? Beau:  I'm just trying to keep you from getting washed away. Me:  Really? It just feels like you're trying to lie on top of me.... Continue Reading →

Beaumont:   Louise. You know Nana's going to be okay. Right? Me:  How do you know? Beau:  She's walking to her Rainbow Bridge. That's a cause for celebration. She's had a good life. Me:  Yes Beau. It is. (pause)  Ummm... How did you know? Beau:  About Nana? Oh ye' of little faith. How could I not? I am... Continue Reading →

Hello? Anybody there?  Ya. It’s me. Beaumont. On my own. She’s done it. Again. Taken off for parts unknown and left me behind. Sigh. What’s a dawg to do to get a little attention around here? Like I lay on top of her in an effort to keep her warm. I follow her all over... Continue Reading →

Beaumont:  Hey Lady. Know what time it is? Me:  Morning? Beaumont:  Breakfast time! Me:  I can't get up. Beau:  Why not? Me:  You're lying on top of me. Beau:  That's to wake you up. Me:  All right already. I'm awake. Beau:  Then, where's my breakfast? Me:  If you get off of me I'll get it for... Continue Reading →

Me:  Beaumont, that bench is for humans. Beau:  Well that's rather prejudicial of you isn't it? Me:  Prejudicial?  Well, aren't we being erudite. Beau:   I'm not some illiterate cad you know. Or maybe I should say cat. Me: Right. And unlike cats, you can read. Beau:  Yes. I know exactly what's written on this bench. Me: ... Continue Reading →

Beaumont:   Aaargh!  You're kidding, right?  You're not actually going to make me go outside in this get-up? Me:  It's cold outside. Beau:  Yeah?  Well it will be a cold day in hell before you take me out in public looking like this! Me:  I think you look kind of cute. Anyway, I don't want you... Continue Reading →

Me:  So Beaumont... you know how you've been complaining about me so much lately... Beau:  You know how you always say, 'if the truth hurts, change your story?'  I think you may want to change your story. I've not been complaining. I've simply been telling the truth. Me:  Maybe you should change yours. Maybe you should... Continue Reading →

So. She's done it again. And yup. This is me, Beaumont the Sheepadoodle TwoPaws typing away 'cause she's off gallivanting on the wilds of the west coast. Without me. Again. Sigh. They say it's a dawg's life but I'm not so sure about that! It feels more like a 'dawg's left out' kind of life... Continue Reading →