Beaumont: So.... I suppose I should wish you Happy Mother's Day. Me: That's lovely Beau. Thank you. Beau: You know, you're really the only mother I've ever known Louise. I don't remember my birth mother. She gave me up so young. Me: She had no choice Beau. Beau: But aren't you the one who says... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So.... are we finally back to regular programming, Louise? Me: Yes Beau. Beau: Good. So can we please get rid of the 'artsy' photo too? Me: What do you mean? I like it! Beau: But it doesn't really do me justice now does it? Me: I think it does. Beau: Well... we all know... Continue Reading →
Dear Beau, I know we've never met and you think I'm just some fluffed up shaggy dawg toy but seriously, I am in awe of you and I so want to be friends. It's not like you'll have to share your food or even your toys, but we could play together. I'd let you pull... Continue Reading →
Well, how d'ya like these dawg-ples folks? She thinks just because she's taken off to see those Littles it's okay to A) not post my wisdom words until the afternoon (I even had to call her and tell her to get it done!) and B) To usurp my place of honour with this stuffed abomination... Continue Reading →
There once was a dawg named Beau whose hair did grow and grow until one day his mom had her way and Beau got shaved, like a recruit on his first day and suddenly the wind don’t blow through his fur, oh no and the girls don't coo like they used to do. Now this... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Louise, I am really not happy with you. Me: Oh. Why's that Beau? Beau: Do I really need to tell you? Me: If you want me to know what you're thinking. Yes. Beau: Seriously Louise. You expect me (and my fans) to believe you don't know what I'm thinking when you write these posts... Continue Reading →
Puppy Beau at the Park Beaumont has asked to interrupt our normal Sunday conversation so he can share his rules for being a better hooman. Says Beau... Dawgs know how to have fun! We are 100% immersed in the joy of play while you hoomans are 100% immersed in getting it right. Life isn't about... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Louise. I'm confused. Me: Oh dear. What now Beau? Beau: Excuse me, but that is not an appropriate response to my comment. Me: What? You're the comment police now? Beau: No. But I do serve as your conscience. Me: (sigh) I don't need you to 'serve' as my conscience Beau. I've capable of doing... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: I don't get it Louise. Me: Get what Beau? Beau: Well... Morning has broken / I'm awoken / and you're sitting at your desk / putting my patience to the test. Me: Are you trying to be funny? Beau: Who me? I'm just trying to use words creatively to get your attention. Me: I... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. You know you're sitting on me right? Beau: You know you're on my chaise right? Me: Your chaise? Beau: Hey! A dawg's gotta lie somewhere and this is where I lie. Me: Ummm... This is where I'm reading. Beau: Louise. There are many places you can read in this house. Me: And many... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 