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 →
Beaumont: I'm curious Louise. Why do you so seldom stop to smell the roses, so to speak. Me: What do you mean? I always do! Beau: Seriously? HA! Could'a've fooled me. Judging by the constant pulling on my leash and your irritating bellowing of 'HEEL' I'd say you NEVER stop to smell the roses. Me:... Continue Reading →
Hi Mawm and Dad, So you’re still away, this is the third week of you shirking your writing duties for my fans Oh the horror😉🐶. I have a confession to make... What I originally perceived to be an abduction, has turned out to be a great adventure. You may have been having fun in the... Continue Reading →
Uncle Lee taking liberties with my eyes! Louise is still off galivanting who know where. Auntie Annie let me sneak o to her iPad so you my fans would not miss me and my dawgishly perceptive wisdom and wit. From Beaumont as scribes by Auntie Annie… Help! Mawm and Dad .. Where are you?! I am... Continue Reading →
Louise is once again being derelict on her duties, so I, the erstwhile and ever dependable Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle am stepping into the fray to take up her slack! Sundays are for the Dawgs... Literally A Sheepadoodle's Perspective Well, folks, another Sunday has rolled around, and as usual, it's a complete zoo around here.... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau! You are not a cow. Beau: Louise! You're so smart. Me: Don't be sassy. Beau: Stating the obvious is worse than sassy, Louise. It's pedantic and obtuse. Me: Fine. Then let me be even more pedantic and obtuse. Stop eating the grass. Beau: Perhaps Louise I'm having an identity crisis. Me: What? You... Continue Reading →
This is my day after birthday. Louise thought it would be a good idea to share her (not sure why not MINE but she tells me she's the content police on this here blog - go figure!) Anyway, since beginning my blog in September 2018, today's post will be the 274th post! That's a lot... Continue Reading →
Hey Fans! It's me. Beaumont. Trying to get my giant paws to work the keyboard of Louise's laptop which she left at home because... yup. You got it. She's gone off again to visit some mini-people she calls, The Littles. The name was one she heard from some woman named Bernie who calls her mini-people... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 