Me: Beaumont. You're lying on top of your dad. Beaumont: What? Me? Really? Me: Yes. Really. You need to get off him. Beau: I think you mean, "my dad is lying under me." He needs to move. Me: He was there first. Beau: First in. First out. You know. FI-FO. Me: Excuse me? Beau: FI-FO.... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, I can't sit at my desk. Beaumont: What's your point? Me: Well, I just got up to get a glass of water and you moved in underneath my desk. Where am I supposed to sit? Beau: On the couch? Me: But I'm using my laptop. Beau: And I'm guarding against marauding squirrels. Which... Continue Reading →
Me and My Owie! So, it's me. Sans Louise. She's still sleepin' or somthin'. I just had to sneak on and paw my way through this missive 'cause well, I got news folks! Yup. It's my dad. This time, he's going away and not taking me. I know! Scandawgalous! He's off on a boy's golf... Continue Reading →
Hey peeps, it's me. Beaumont. Pawing my way through this missive. Louise is away in some mountain lodge with no electricity, internet, cell service, just a whole bunch of mountains and a lake. I'm not upset. Honest. I'm giving her a break and finding the value in time alone with my dad. I mean seriously.... Continue Reading →
Me: Why the long face Beaumont? Beau: You lost my ball. Me: Excuse me? I lost it? I don't think so. Aren't you the one who keeps dropping it in front of other dawgs noses. Beau: I'm just being friendly. You're supposed to keep track of it. Me: Again I say. I don't think so.... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Why are you looking so.... sulky? Beau: I'm not. I'm just giving you attitude. Me: Why? Beau: You have to ask? Me: Ummm. Yes. I can't read your mind. Beau: Seriously? You type my words which I can't speak and you say you can't read my mind? Hmmmm.... You truly are delusional. Just... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So... let me get this straight. You're off to the coast again for two weeks. Without me. Me: That would be right. Beau: And you think that's ok? Me: I'm not sure it's about ok or not ok Beau. It's all about my grandchildren and my seeing them. Beau: And what about me? Me:... Continue Reading →
Me: So... what are you waiting for? Beaumont: For you to fetch the ball? Me: Why don't you? Beau: Because you're two feet away and can easily reach it? Me: Was that a question or a statement? Beau: Does it matter? Me: Seriously Beau. You need to stop answering my questions with a question mark... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Seriously. Who let the cat on the bed? Me: Ummm... Beau. Who let the dawg on? Beau: Ya but, I live here. Me: Yabuts run in fields. Beau: Oh my. Yabuts. Rabbits. Ha! Ha! You probably think you're funny. Me: Don't you? Beau: Nope. Louise: Not even a little bit...? Beau: Nope. Now, my... Continue Reading →
Dear DawgAnn Danders, It's me. Beaumont. I've snuck onto my dad's laptop while he's taking a nap (with me on the bed of course.) I'm writing today because I'm confused. My mom has gone off to see the grandlittles (apparently there's a new little and she couldn't stay away). But here's the deal. While it's... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 