Beaumont: Seriously, Louise? My devoted readership grows restless! Their digital missives flood my (your) inbox, questioning your very dedication to disseminating my profound insights and witty pronouncements with timely precision. The audacity of this tardiness! Me: Of course your… pronouncements… are important, Beau. It's just that a dear friend visited for the weekend, and, well,... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Well. Well. Well, Louise. My loyal fanbase has finally worn you down, haven't they? I'm thrilled to have graced yours and C.C.s 'road trip'. Though, frankly, it's about vine. Obviously. Me: Time, Beau. It's about time. Beau: And yet, here I stand, Louise. Enlighten me as to my current location. Me: We're at Blue... Continue Reading →
Greetings, loyal subjects! It is I, Sir Beaumont, the most distinguished Sheepadoodle wordsmith you know. I'm seizing this opportunity to address you directly, while Louise remains blissfully unaware, lost in the depths of her morning slumber. (Honestly, the woman’s snoring is so seismic, the islanders are checking for tectonic plate shifts!) But enough about her…... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: (Dramatic sigh) Louise, you’ve done it again. Me: Done what, Beau? (Innocently) Beau: Don’t play coy with me, Louise. You know exactly what you’ve done. Me: At the risk of stating the obvious, perhaps you could be a tad more specific? Beau: (Gestures dramatically) Look at me! Me: (Feigning admiration) You look… streamlined! Very... Continue Reading →
Hello Fans. Here we go again.. Louise has decided to go off galavanting for 10 days and left me with the Vegans (also know as the incredible Auntie Annie and Uncle Lee). This is getting to be too much of a regular occurrence! Although I have to say I’m quite enjoying these respites from the... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Louise, darling, that photo of me is… shall we say, a masterpiece of blur. Like a Monet, if Monet had a severe tremor. Me: What did you expect, Beau? You were doing your best impression of a caffeinated squirrel. Beau: Oh, so I'm the problem? Classic Louise. You know what they say: "A poor... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: I'm curious Louise. Why do you so seldom stop to smell the roses, so to speak. Me: What do you mean? I always do! Beau: Seriously? HA! Could'a've fooled me. Judging by the constant pulling on my leash and your irritating bellowing of 'HEEL' I'd say you NEVER stop to smell the roses. Me:... Continue Reading →
Hi Mawm and Dad, So you’re still away, this is the third week of you shirking your writing duties for my fans Oh the horror😉🐶. I have a confession to make... What I originally perceived to be an abduction, has turned out to be a great adventure. You may have been having fun in the... Continue Reading →
Uncle Lee taking liberties with my eyes! Louise is still off galivanting who know where. Auntie Annie let me sneak o to her iPad so you my fans would not miss me and my dawgishly perceptive wisdom and wit. From Beaumont as scribes by Auntie Annie… Help! Mawm and Dad .. Where are you?! I am... Continue Reading →
Good morning, peeps! It's me, your loyal hound, Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle, here. I've managed to sneak onto my Auntie Annie's iPad to bring you the latest news – because apparently, SOMEONE (cough Louise cough) has decided that soaking up the Mexican sun is more important than keeping you wonderful people updated. Honestly, the nerve!... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 