Me: Beaumont? Beau: Whaaaat? Me: Why are you hiding in the kitchen? Beau: I'm not. Me: Then what are you doing? Beau: Waiting. Me: For what? Beau: Not 'for what'. For who. Me: (Sigh) Whom. Beau: What? Me: The proper way to say it is, For whom. Beau: Who. Whom. Doesn't matter. What matters is my buddy, Rod, said he might... Continue Reading →
Dog time is now.
Beaumont: Excuse me? You've come back to bed. What's with this? Me: Well. We had a late night. I got up early to clean up the kitchen from our dinner party and now I need a nap. Beaumont: And I'm just supposed to lie here and take it? Me: I'd prefer it if you didn't lie right on top... Continue Reading →
And So…. The Day Begins
Beau: Can I just say something? Me: You're sitting on my chest. Do I have a choice? Beaumont: No. Anyway. It is 8am already and you are still not up. What's a dog to do to get your attention? Me: Well sitting on me works. Beaumont: Good I need to go out. Me: Ask your... Continue Reading →
In the Doghouse. Again.
Beaumont: Seroiusly? Did you have to cut it so short? Me: It was your dad's decision. Beau: Ha! You're the one who came to pick me up at the hairdressers. You're the one who paid for this atrocity. Me: It's not an atrocity. Beau: Yeah? Well you be the one walking around as if you're in your birthday suit. Me: It's... Continue Reading →
Look. I’m sorry ok?
Me: So... Beaumont. What do you have to say for yourself? Beaumont: Say what? Me: Did something happen at the river today that you need to tell me about? Beau: Nah. I'm good. Me: That's debatable. What do you have to tell me? Beau: Who told you? Me: Your dad. Beau: Fink. Me: Beau. He was looking after your best interests... Continue Reading →
What a dawg.
Me: Beaumont. You're not a blanket. Beau: I'm not a doormat either. Me: What has that got to do with anything? Beau: Well. You seem to be intent on defining what I'm not, so I'm just helping out. Me: You're cheeky. Beau: No. Actually. I'm a dog. Man's best friend in fact. Me: How is lying on top of your dad making... Continue Reading →
You say interfere. I say helping.
Me: Beaumont. What are you doing? Beau: Helping my dad type a text. Me: You can't type. Beau: Says who? Me: Well.... keyboards are designed for fingers not paws. Beau: Details. Schmetails. I can still help. Me: You mean interfere. Beau: You say interfere. I say helping. Me: I say 'get off the couch'. Beau: ... Continue Reading →
Bad Boys.
Me: Beaumont.... Beau: Sorry. I can't hear you. Me: Yes you can. Beau: What do you want? Me: Stop staring at your dad's toast. Beau: Well he's eating it right in front of me. Me: And you're not supposed to be on the bed. Beau: Oh my. You do like to quibble over the small details don't you. What about the big picture?... Continue Reading →
Harrumph. So you’re away. Again.
Beaumont: So. The little guy's replaced me again. Me: Beau. He hasn't replaced you. We're just away visiting for his birthday. Beaumont: And you didn't think to take me? Me: Now that you mention it. No we didn't. Beaumont: I rest my case. The little guy's replaced me again. Me: (Sigh.) There's no changing your mind is there? Beaumont: You... Continue Reading →
Baby, it’s cold outside
Me: Beaumont. We have to go. Beau: I'm not ready. Me: It's freezing out here. It's time to go. Beau: How can you be cold? You're dressed up like you're ready for the North Pole. Me: It feels like the North Pole out here. Beau: Well. If you're dressed for it why do we have to go? Me: Because 'baby, it's... Continue Reading →
