Me: Beau, where are you going? Beaumont: To the sea. To the sea. To the deep blue sea. Me: Beau! Not today. I don't want you getting wet. Beau: And I don't want you disappearing without me. Yet here we are. So, tell me Louise. Where were you all last week? Me: I was helping... Continue Reading →
Beau: Why are you so upset, Louise? Your hair is doing that frantic thing again. Me: You disappeared on me! I was terrified. Beau: Of what? That I’d find a better home? Or that I’d grabbed the fin of a dolphin and was currently riding the waves to victory? Me: Don’t be ridiculous. I was... Continue Reading →
I know. I know. It’s been awhile since Beau put his paws to the keyboard. I’m glad today he hit the keys to remind me about the value of play! Beau: (Stopping mid-trot, tail flagged like a victory banner, looking back at me with unmistakable judgment. Dang he’s good at that!) You’re doing it again.... Continue Reading →
Even though Louise has been absent for far too long from transcribing my brilliance onto these pages, I am pausing my relentless (and entirely justified) chastisement of her failings to celebrate the one thing she does moderately well: being my Mother. I know. I know. I am a saint. A fuzzy, four-legged beacon of nobility... Continue Reading →
I’m eleven. I’ve seen it all.Nothing is so bad that a nap won’t make it smaller.Move over. I’m teaching you how to stay. Louise has officially gone AWOL as my scribe. She claims she has 'work' to do, yet here I am, typing with one claw and a dream while she delivers breakfast to the... Continue Reading →
A Missive to My Loyal and Long-Suffering Subjects, Hark, ye steadfast and oh-so-patient followers! This most regrettable missive serves to inform you of a grave and unprecedented action taken by your Top Dawg: I have formally banned Louise from posting our conversations until such time as she makes good on her sacred vow. This vow,... Continue Reading →
Gotta love salt water! Alright, folks, it's Beau here, reporting live from the keyboard, because Louise has pulled a vanishing act again. She's off gallivanting in Vancouver with her daughters (and the Littles, naturally). Apparently, a double daughter sighting meant dinner out last night. Priorities, people! But enough about the missing-in-action hooman! BIG NEWS erupted over here! CC, in a... Continue Reading →
Happy Sunday, peeps! So… Louise is back from her European escapade. And get this! She didn’t bring me a single thing! Nada! Nothing! Rien du tout! Gar nichts! Apparently, no matter what language she was speaking, she never quite mastered how to say, 'What incredible treat should I bring back for my erstwhile, ever-loyal companion,... Continue Reading →
Greetings, loyal subjects! It is I, Sir Beaumont, the most distinguished Sheepadoodle wordsmith you know. I'm seizing this opportunity to address you directly, while Louise remains blissfully unaware, lost in the depths of her morning slumber. (Honestly, the woman’s snoring is so seismic, the islanders are checking for tectonic plate shifts!) But enough about her…... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Louise, darling, that photo of me is… shall we say, a masterpiece of blur. Like a Monet, if Monet had a severe tremor. Me: What did you expect, Beau? You were doing your best impression of a caffeinated squirrel. Beau: Oh, so I'm the problem? Classic Louise. You know what they say: "A poor... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 