Beaumont: So... I'm curious, Louise. My photo today is the same one as last Sunday, only it's the full, uncropped version. Don't you have one from our walks this week? Me: Is that a trick question, Beau? Beau: (smiling ever so innocently) Who, me? Ask a trick question? Never! Me: Oh, good. I wouldn't want... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Well. Well. Well. Look who's finally decided to grace my blog with her presence. Me: Don't get any ideas. This isn't a habit. Beau: But my dear Louise, the world needs my wisdom! You're the chosen one to transcribe my musings. Me: Whoa, hold on. "Chosen one"? I choose what I do, and I'm... Continue Reading →
Hello Fans! It's me, your erstwhile favourite Reporter of the Hound, trying, as best I can, to keep Louise, the increasingly Unreliable Non-Reporter of the Hound, on track. But, fact is, keeping Louise on track is like trying to herd cats in a hurricane. A hurricane made of squirrels. On fire. You get the picture.... Continue Reading →
Beau: Louise, my dear, why the long face? This glorious day is practically bursting with sunshine, even if it's playing a little game of hide-and-seek behind the clouds. You're surrounded by nature's finest creations (including yours truly, of course), and you have the delightful company of your sister. So buck up, buttercup! Let's savour this... Continue Reading →
Beau: Louise, darling, are you trying to sabotage my modeling career? This tongue situation is getting out of hand! Me: Oh, relax, Beau. It's just a little tongue. It's cute! Beau: Cute? This is not some kind of 'cute' contest! I am a sophisticated Sheepadoodle with a reputation to uphold. This constant impulse of yours... Continue Reading →
Beau: Louise, why do you always have to post photos of me with my tongue flapping in the breeze? It's undignified! Me: Why do you always have your tongue sticking out? It's like you're permanently trying to catch snowflakes, even in July. Beau: (with a dramatic sigh) "Always"? Louise, you wound me with your sweeping... Continue Reading →
Beau: So, let me get this straight, Louise. We move to the edge of the sea, no airplane ride needed to visit The Littles, and you still go visit them without me? My poor heart! Me: Guilty as charged, your fluffiness. Beau: That's Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle to you Louise. And anyway. What am I,... Continue Reading →
Me: So, Beau. Do you think you've found your happy place? Beau: What's a happy place? Me: You know. One of those places where you feel content, satisfied, complete, at peace. Always. Beau: Where ever I am is my happy place Louise. You hoomans should try it. Just be happy. No matter where you are.... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Wake up! Beau: Why? Me: Time for walkies. Beau: Have you seen the weather? Rain's a fallin'. Wind's a blowin'. And I'm cozy. Me: Still doesn't change the fact - it's time for a walk. Beau: Later. Me: Now. Beau: Why don't you finish my blog first so you can at least get... Continue Reading →
Beaumont here, your favorite sheepadoodle correspondent, taking over this blog with a heavy heart (and an even heavier paw). Louise, my dear but somewhat scatterbrained human, has once again fallen short of her blogging duties. (I know! I know! I can hear your gasps of shock and horror!) Alas, it's true. She dared to prioritize... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 