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 →
Beaumont: Louise! Louise!.... you dead? Me: No Beau. I'm in Savasana pose. Beau: You look it. Me: What's that supposed to mean? Beau: It ain't called 'the corpse pose' for nothing Louise Me: Oh wow. You know that? Beau: You know Yoga was invented by dogs. Right? Me: Ummm.... really? Beau: Yup. Yog. Dog. We... Continue Reading →
So peeps, Louise said I can paw my own post this morning 'cause it's Dawlentine's Day! Woof! Woof! But, before I deliver my opus of a Dawlentine's Poem just let me say -- I would have called it Dawglentine but y'a know... it just doesn't have the same ring. And to call it a Dolentine... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: I don't get it. Me: Get what Beau? Beau: Why I can't come in. Me: I'm going to the bathroom Beau. I would like to go alone. Beau: You don't let me go alone. Me: That's different. Beau: Different how? Me: Well... you go outside. There's no door. Beau: BNNNNNNEEEEEEHHHH! (that's the sound of... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Is there a reason you're sitting staring out the patio door? Beau: Is there a reason we're sitting inside on such a beautiful day? Me: It's not polite to answer a question with a question. Beau: It's not polite to ask questions you already know the answer to. Me: It's also bad grammar... Continue Reading →
Me: C'mon Beau. We've got to get up. Beau: Why? I'm cosy. Me: We've got Wilma's birthday party to go to at the park. Beau: Whaaatttt???? A party! Why didn't you say so! Me: I just did. Beau: Haha. Yeah. I know. But why didn't you say so early so I could have put on... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. We need to talk. Beau: I'm busy. Me: Beau.... Beau: Yah. Yah. Yah. Whatever. Me: Beaumont. This is serious. Beau: Taking me to the groomers and inflicting all that brushing and fluffing on me is serious Louise. If what you wanna talk about is what I think you wanna talk about, well that's... Continue Reading →
