What a dawg.

Me:  Beaumont. You're not a blanket. Beau:  I'm not a doormat either. Me:  What has that got to do with anything? Beau:  Well. You seem to be intent on defining what I'm not, so I'm just helping out. Me:  You're cheeky. Beau:  No. Actually. I'm a dog. Man's best friend in fact. Me:  How is lying on top of your dad making... Continue Reading →

Bad Boys.

Me:  Beaumont.... Beau:  Sorry. I can't hear you. Me:  Yes you can. Beau:  What do you want? Me:  Stop staring at your dad's toast. Beau:  Well he's eating it right in front of me. Me:  And you're not supposed to be on the bed. Beau:  Oh my. You do like to quibble over the small details don't you. What about the big picture?... Continue Reading →

Harrumph. So you’re away. Again.

Beaumont:  So.  The little guy's replaced me again. Me:    Beau.  He hasn't replaced you. We're just away visiting for his birthday. Beaumont:  And you didn't think to take me? Me:  Now that you mention it. No we didn't. Beaumont:  I rest my case. The little guy's replaced me again. Me:  (Sigh.)  There's no changing your mind is there? Beaumont:  You... Continue Reading →

Baby, it’s cold outside

Me:   Beaumont. We have to go. Beau:  I'm not ready. Me:  It's freezing out here. It's time to go. Beau:  How can you be cold? You're dressed up like you're ready for the North Pole. Me:  It feels like the North Pole out here. Beau:  Well. If you're dressed for it why do we have to go? Me:  Because 'baby, it's... Continue Reading →

You Can’t See Me.

Me: Beaumont, you know I can see you there. Beaumont:  If you hadn't put in a glass stairwell you wouldn't. Me:  Quit stalling. I have to brush you. Beau:  Why? Me:  Because you'll get matted if I don't. Beau:  Then take me to my hairdressers. Cindy is much more gentle than you. Me:  You were just there three weeks ago. Beau:  So?... Continue Reading →

Breaking rules and other habits.

Beaumont:   Whaaaat? Me:  Beau, you know you're not supposed to beg for food. Beau:  I wasn't begging. Auntie Annie offered. Me:  And you know better than to accept. Beau:  Says who? Me:  (sigh)  Me? Beau:  Right. Anyone else? Me:  Beau. Be polite. Beau:  I am being polite. She's a guest. I'm just being polite in accepting what she offers. You want me... Continue Reading →

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