The Man, The Chariot and the Empty Side of the Bed

Hello Peeps, Louise isn't feeling particularly inclined to listen to my words of wisdom these days, so I've decided to take matters into my own paws. Someone has to maintain standards around here. My dad is gone. My hooman dad, that is. I never really knew my four-legged one. They took me away when I... Continue Reading →

She Gets an Airplane. I Get Photoshop.

Oh, peeps. She's really gone and done it this time. Louise has flown the coop. Left C.C. and me alone. Abandoned. Bereft. Forced to fend for ourselves. Well, C.C. is here. And people keep coming over. I'm getting lots of attention, but that's not the point. The point is she left. And if you require... Continue Reading →

The Art of Doing Nothing. Doggie Style.

Me: Why so glum looking, Beau? Beau: Oh, you narrow-sighted human. This is not glum, Louise. It’s relaxed. You should try it. Me: I relax a lot! Beau: Be specific. Me: About relaxing? Beau: Yes. How often? When? What does it feel like? Me: Don’t be ridiculous. Being specific about relaxing sounds entirely too unrelaxed to me. Beau: Hmmm. Good one. But... Continue Reading →

The Care Plan

Beau: You know, Louise, it’s not considered a walk if you sit on the deck and throw the ball. Me: Why not? You’re getting exercise. Beau: Notice there’s only one of us getting exercise in that equation? Me: Yeah. I kind of like it. Beau: Your body doesn’t. Me: My body is perfectly happy sitting... Continue Reading →

The Empty Seat

Beau: So, let me get this straight, Louise. You booked two seats on the same flight. Both for you. Me: Shush, Beau. You don’t have to tell everyone. Beau: I’m simply trying to understand the logic. Were they side by side? Me: No. Window seats. Across the aisle from each other. Beau: Ah. Me: What? Beau:... Continue Reading →

A Rock In Sheep’s Clothing. Or Not.

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 →

The Recall Audit

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 →

The Jurisdiction of Joy

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 →

The Exile of the Sheepadoodle

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 →

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