Beaumont: Louise, we need to talk. Me: Uh huh. About what? Beau: Like you don't know. Me: Ummm. Beau. No I don't. Beau: Yes you do. Me: (sighing) Honestly Beau. I don't. I can't read your mind. Beau: Really? And all this time I thought that's how you wrote these conversations. By reading my mind.... Continue Reading →
I awaken (before dawn) to Beaumont sitting by my side of the bed, staring at me. And I mean staring! Beaumont: Grrrrrr..... Me: Use your words Beau. Beau: I'm a dawg. I don't have words. I have sounds. Me: Do we have to argue about this right now? I'm sleeping. Beau: You gotta wake-up. Me:... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Louise, can you spell unimpressed? Me: Of course. Why do you ask? Beau: Just checkin'. In case you had to look it up. Me: Why would I have to look it up? Beau: So you could name the way I'm feeling. Me: Because you're sitting amidst the Pointsettas like a Christmas Tree? I think... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Why are you scowling? Beau: So you notice? Well that's a start. Me: Of course I notice. I notice everything about you. Beau: Right. So didn't you notice I wasn't keen on going to the hairdressers? Me: Oh. Well. It was for your own good. Beau: Have you ever noticed how people use... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. If you get off me I'll get up and we can go out for your walkie. Beaumont: It's Sunday Louise. Can't we sleep in just a bit? Please? Me: You gotta go, Beau. Beau: Where? Me: Very funny. Outside. To do your business. Beau: What business? Me: Don't be indelicate. Beau: I'm not.... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So... what do you think? Me: About what Beau? Beau: My photo. Silly. Me: It's lovely. I did take it you know. Beau: Yeah. I know. But I'm wondering whether you got my good profile or if the other side is better. Me: Ummm.. Does it matter.? You're handsome either side. Beau: Well of... Continue Reading →
Dawggone it people. She's gone and done it now! You'd a thunk that given she's laid up with a bad back she'd at least have had the good sense to leave me alone this Hallowe'en. But nope. Apparently, the act of dressing me in that silly cow suit she calls my winter coat was too... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, where's your ball? Beau: You're the one who threw it. Don't you know? Me: Ummm... well, the practice is... I throw. You run and fetch. Beau: You've got that a little wrong Louise. Me: How so? Beau: Well, it should be - You throw. I run in the direction it looked like you... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So. You know you missed last week's post. Right? Me: Yes Beau. I was away. Beau: Like I could forget. Me: Are you giving me the cold shoulder? Beau: Oh no. It's bigger than that Louise. This is ATTITUDE. Me: You don't have to yell it. Beau: I wasn't yelling. I was emphasizing my... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. You know you're doing it again. Right? Beau: What? Me: Don't play innocent. Beau: Who are you to talk? Me: What's that mean? Beau: Haha. You're away. Again. Me: And you're lying on top of your dad. Again. Beau: Does he look like he's complaining? Me: That's not the point. Beau: There's a... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 