I know. I know. It's me. Again. Pawing my way through this blog 'cause yup. You guessed it. She's Gone. Again. Oh dawgy dawgy. She has once again flown the coup and this time, she took HIM with her leaving me with my sis and her man and.. wait for it... that she-hellion four-legged vixen... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Don't beg. Beau: I'm not begging. Me: Could have fooled me. Beau: Well that's not hard. Me: Oh no you don't. You're not going to fool me by making this about how easy I am to fool. Beau: I don't have to. You just did it. Me: Stop that. Beau: Stop what? Me: ... Continue Reading →
Dear Santa, It's me. Beaumont. You know, the Sheepadoodle who sometimes wears reindeer ears just to please Louise. Believe me Santa. I am not trying to impersonate Prancer or even Rudolph. Honest. It's just ... well, you know what she's like! She's been on your naughty list often enough you gotta know it's her who... Continue Reading →
Me: Excuse me... I just got up to get a coffee. I was planning on coming back to bed. Beau: You move. You lose. Me: Beaumont. I'd like to come back to bed please. I was planning on spending an hour reading this morning. Beau: Hey lady. You took off for a month. I claimed this space. Me: And... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Seriously? What does a dawg have to do in this house to get some peace? Me: What do you mean? Beau: If I've told you once, I've told you a gazillion times, I do not need a catty friend. Me: She's only visiting for three weeks Beau. Be nice. Beau: Heck! I try being nice. What does she do?... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont... Beau: Whaaat? Me: You're lying on my side of the bed. Beau: Well actually I was sleeping. Me: How could you be sleeping already? I just got up to get a glass of water Beau: I have a clear conscience. Makes it easy to go to sleep. Me: Are you suggesting I don't?... Continue Reading →
Beaumont the Sheepadoodle came into our home July 1st, 2015. He'd already climbed into our hearts and taken up residence when we met him in early June at the breeders in a town called, Beaumont, Alberta. Yup. That's how he got his name. My husband, daughters and I couldn't all agree on a name, until... Continue Reading →
