Looking from the inside/outside - oh where oh where can my hoomans be? Get this peeps. Louise goes off galivanting in the east... she seldom calls... and now... she's even reposting one of our conversations from when she went west two years ago to see 'The Little' who at the time was the only Little... Continue Reading →
Honey Hey Peeps! It's me Beaumont! And I'm so confused. I'm in need of some impartial hooman guidance. So.... tell me I'm not out of line. Tell me I'm being real considerate 'cause honest, I understand why they've gone off for two weeks without me, but I do draw the line at Louise putting photos... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So.... when are you going to get straight with me and tell me about the change in plans Louise? Me: Oh dear. You heard. Beau: Hello! I have ears. How could I not have heard. You're telling the world. Except me of course. Me: I didn't want to upset you. Beau: So... how is... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: I can't believe it. Me: What's that Beau? Beau: You know what. Me: With you... I'm never quite sure... Beau: Already with the sarcasm? I'd think if you're going off on a trip without me you could at least dispense with resorting to such a feeble form of communication. Me: Oh. Sorry. Beau: My... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. Why are you standing there peering down at me? Beaumont: Sun's up. Me: So? Beau: Why aren't you? Me: 'Cause I want to lie in? Beau: And what about me? Me: What about you? Beau: I have needs... Me: Go talk to your dad. Beau: He's sleeping. Me: And I wasn't? Beau: That's... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Would you please get that disgusting thing off the couch. Beau: It's not a 'thing'. It's my Bebé. Me: I don't care what it is. It's disgusting. Please take it away. Now. Beau: If you throw it, I will. Me: I am not touching that thing! Beau: Bebé. Me: Beau.... Beau: (oh so... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Ummm.... You know that's not a photo of me, right Louise? Me: Of course. Beau: Then why are you sharing it? Me: Because a moose on the loose in our backyard is pretty cool? Beau: (making that buzzer sound that means 'loser'') NEEEEAAAAHHH Me: Be generous Beau. You gotta admit a moose in our... Continue Reading →
Hey peeps. It's me. Beaumont. Louise is indisposed. And no. That doesn't mean she's on the can. It means... Well, I'm a dawg. Right. And I'm struggling to understand why she's crying and unable to type but... what she tells me is this is grief. Yeah. Grief. I tell her grief is a river. It... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. The ball is right beside your foot. Beau: I know that. Me: Then why aren't you picking it up? Beau: Why aren't you coming to get it while I munch on some grass? Me: Because you're not supposed to eat grass? Beau: And you're not supposed to criticize, condemn and complain. Me: I'm... Continue Reading →
It was as if in the early hours of the morning the sun had cajoled the trees with its exhortations, "You can do it! You can do it!" And the leaves had whispered to the branches, "Leaf out! Leaf out!" And the branches had called to its roots, "Push! Push! Push! and suddenly, spring burst... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 