Hear ye, hear ye, gather around to hear the tale of Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle, a noble knight born into the whimsical fur of a Sheepadoodle, and his quest for the holy grail of meats, the T-Bone steak—a feast not provided by his most negligent hooman, Louise, but rather mysteriously bestowed by the cosmic courier... Continue Reading →
In The World According to Louise, double standards are common. Like, she says this photo says it all. Ha! like what's it really saying? That I'm a 'naughty boy' as she called me or, She doesn't play fair. 'Cause her's the truth! I get no privacy when I gotta do my business but her!? Ha!... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. Why are you wearing a fedora? Beau: It's my Easter Bonnet, Louise. Me: Why are you wearing an Easter bonnet then? Beau: Duh! It's Easter Sunday, Louise! Why wouldn't I? Me: I don't know. Maybe because you're a dawg and dawg's don't wear fedoras? Beau: Ummm.... Louise, and I only ask this out... Continue Reading →
A different take on Beau this morning. He's asked to be a 'movie stah' and apparently the only way is for me to abide by his wishes and have been told to post his two most recent jaunts at the snowy park so you can see how amazing he is on film! Please reassure him... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. Wake-up. It's time to go to the park. Beaumont: Shhhh. I'm sleeping. Me: What's with you. You always want to go to the park. Beau: Did you hear that wind last night? Vicious. I had to pace and keep watch just in case. Me: Actually you didn't. You could have just slept through... Continue Reading →
Hey there, hooman peeps! It's your favourite Sheepadoodle, Beaumont, dishing out my weekly wisdom. And woo hoo! Louise is letting me have full reign of the keyboard today 'cause she's all caught up in creating an amazing master class for Tuesday for anyone interested in Radiant Bold Aging. I guess I'll give her that --... Continue Reading →
Beau: Louise, it's 3:30pm and you haven't posted my blog yet. What gives? Me: I'm busy. Beau: What can keep you so busy you don't take care of the important things Louise? Me: What I'm doing is important too, Beau. Beau: Louise. Louise. That may be true but, you made a commitment with my blog... Continue Reading →
Beau: Remember how I was really nice to you last time you attended to my blog Louise? Me: Yes Beau. I do. Beau: Hmmm... so if you do remember, why then did you go and take another 3 week break before getting back to the keyboard on my behalf. Me: Oh. Well. I was away.... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Beau: Yes Louise? (all innocent and sweet) Me: Where's you bootie? Beau: What bootie? Me: The one missing from your foot. Beau: Oh. That bootie. Me: Yes. Beau. That bootie. Where is it. Beau: I don't know. I'm not in charge of bootie watching. Me But you are the one wearing them. Beau: Actually Louise. On that foot, I'm not. Me: Exactly! Where is it? Beau: How... Continue Reading →
Me: So... that's quite the woeful look, Beau. Beau: Well... I've got quite a few fans missing me Louise. Me: Yes. I know Beau. But, life, and unfortunately, death, got in the way. Beau: And you went missing. Me: Not missing Beau so much as, into myself. Beau: And where are you now? In or out? Me: In or out of what,... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 