Me: Beaumont, that bench is for humans. Beau: Well that's rather prejudicial of you isn't it? Me: Prejudicial? Well, aren't we being erudite. Beau: I'm not some illiterate cad you know. Or maybe I should say cat. Me: Right. And unlike cats, you can read. Beau: Yes. I know exactly what's written on this bench. Me: ... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Aaargh! You're kidding, right? You're not actually going to make me go outside in this get-up? Me: It's cold outside. Beau: Yeah? Well it will be a cold day in hell before you take me out in public looking like this! Me: I think you look kind of cute. Anyway, I don't want you... Continue Reading →
Me: So Beaumont... you know how you've been complaining about me so much lately... Beau: You know how you always say, 'if the truth hurts, change your story?' I think you may want to change your story. I've not been complaining. I've simply been telling the truth. Me: Maybe you should change yours. Maybe you should... Continue Reading →
So. She's done it again. And yup. This is me, Beaumont the Sheepadoodle TwoPaws typing away 'cause she's off gallivanting on the wilds of the west coast. Without me. Again. Sigh. They say it's a dawg's life but I'm not so sure about that! It feels more like a 'dawg's left out' kind of life... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Don't beg. Beau: I'm not begging. Me: Could have fooled me. Beau: Well that's not hard. Me: Oh no you don't. You're not going to fool me by making this about how easy I am to fool. Beau: I don't have to. You just did it. Me: Stop that. Beau: Stop what? Me: ... Continue Reading →
Dear Santa, It's me. Beaumont. You know, the Sheepadoodle who sometimes wears reindeer ears just to please Louise. Believe me Santa. I am not trying to impersonate Prancer or even Rudolph. Honest. It's just ... well, you know what she's like! She's been on your naughty list often enough you gotta know it's her who... Continue Reading →
Psst! It's me. Beaumont the Sheepadoodle. I'm having to type this with my own two paws because, well... she has (once again) not posted on my blog on Sunday! I mean, really. What's with these humans? Can't they tell time? Come to think of it, if they can't do math, how can they do time?... Continue Reading →
Beau: So... let me get this straight. You can't put a photo of TW up that shows his face because he asked you not to, and I don't get a say as to what photo you put up of me? Me: Well, of course you can have a say. Beau: Like it will make a... Continue Reading →
Beau: So.... let me get this straight. You had to play with a bunch of ladies in your studio yesterday and didn't have time to post my blog? Me: Uh. Huh. Beau: And that's acceptable to you? Me: It is what it is. Beau: That's all you've got to say? Me: What do you want me to... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Whaaat? Me: You have to get up. We're going for a walk. Beau: What's with the 'we'? I'm comfie. You go. Me: I'm going for your sake. Beau: Well aren't you a lovely martyr. Me: Beau. You need to go outside and pee. Beau: Why is it you humans don't talk about your own... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 