Give the Dog a Bone

  Me:  Beaumont? Beau:  Whaaaat? Me:  Why are you hiding in the kitchen? Beau:  I'm not. Me:  Then what are you doing? Beau:  Waiting. Me:  For what? Beau:  Not 'for what'.  For who. Me:  (Sigh)  Whom. Beau:  What? Me:  The proper way to say it is, For whom. Beau:  Who. Whom.  Doesn't matter. What matters is my buddy, Rod, said he might... Continue Reading →

Dog time is now.

Beaumont:  Excuse me?  You've come back to bed. What's with this? Me:  Well.  We had a late night. I got up early to clean up the kitchen from our dinner party and now I need a nap. Beaumont:  And I'm just supposed to lie here and take it? Me:  I'd prefer it if you didn't lie right on top... Continue Reading →

In the Doghouse. Again.

Beaumont:  Seroiusly? Did you have to cut it so short? Me:  It was your dad's decision. Beau:  Ha!  You're the one who came to pick me up at the hairdressers. You're the one who paid for this atrocity. Me:  It's not an atrocity. Beau:  Yeah? Well you be the one walking around as if you're in your birthday suit. Me:  It's... Continue Reading →

Look. I’m sorry ok?

Me:  So... Beaumont.  What do you have to say for yourself? Beaumont:    Say what? Me:  Did something happen at the river today that you need to tell me about? Beau:  Nah.  I'm good. Me:  That's debatable.  What do you have to tell me? Beau:  Who told you? Me:  Your dad. Beau:  Fink. Me:  Beau. He was looking after your best interests... Continue Reading →

Whose couch is it anyway?

Beaumont:  Seriously?  What does a dawg have to do in this house to get some peace? Me:  What do you mean? Beau:  If I've told you once, I've told you a gazillion times, I do not need a catty friend. Me:  She's only visiting for three weeks Beau. Be nice. Beau:  Heck!  I try being nice. What does she do?... Continue Reading →

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 →

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