Beaumont: So... let me get this straight. You go away to see the Littles in Vancouver at the beginning of September. And then, you jaunt off to some green island you call Ireland for another 10 days. Now,, you're barely home five days and you've brought that pesty, "I'm so excited to be here, pant,... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, a photo says it all. Yesterday, my youngest daughter and I took the pooches on a hike in West Bragg Creek in Kananaskis Country. The park is off leash - which is amazing. Many of the trails, while shared with mountain bikers, are also shared with horses and cattle. Not quite so amazing when... Continue Reading →
Beau: Well. It's good to see you're doing the right thing by me, Louise. Finally. Me: Of course I am. But Beau. You know, there was no need to add the 'Finally'. That's just snarky. Beau: Says who? Me: Says whom. Beau: Huh? Me: Like your use of the phrase, 'says who', "'Huh?' is poor... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Louise! That's not my best profile! And why on earth would you share a photo of me with my tongue sticking out. Me: Because it's the only photo I took that wasn't blurry? Beau: I'm sitting still. How can it be blurry? Me: Your sitting still doesn't last very long Beau. I catch the... Continue Reading →
Dear L'il Beau Peeps, It's been so long I gotta say Louise has lost her writin’ way. She’s takin’ a break with not even a 'please' and refuses to type my words for me. Truth is, I’m feelin’ a lot of dissatisfaction at Louise’s lack of Sunday action And though she says, I'll be back... Continue Reading →
Hey dudes. It's me. Beaumont. Or rather, Sir Beaumont the Magnificiently Magnanimous King of Sheepadoodle. Today's Father's Day so I get to be King for a day! Me: Beau, you think you're king everyday. Beau: Ummm. Louise. This is my blog. My day. My rules. And the rule today is I get to say, do... Continue Reading →
Me trying to convince Louise to get out of bed and take me to the river Louise has decided to double-purpose her blog as mine today -- apparently, she's trying to make a point. I, so she says, can't type. Harrumph! "Beaumont and I embarked on our first walk together yesterday morning, marking my return... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, you know you're heavy, right? Beau: It's all relative, Louise. Me: What's that supposed to mean? Beau: Well, consider if I was an elephant lying on your stomach. I'd feel a lot heavier. Me: And... Um.... I'm still missing the point. Beau: Somethings never change now do they Louise? Me: Beau. Be nice.... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau, it's time to go. Beau: I'm not done. Me: We've been out in this smoke long enough. Beau: What smoke? Me: The smoke that's envelopped the whole province from all the wildfires burning up north. Beau: You didn't tell me there were wildfires Louise. Why aren't we up there doing something about it?... Continue Reading →
Well, Louise asked me if she could take over the blog today to wish all those who know themselves as mothers a Happy Mother's Day! And, as I am the most magnificent, magnanimous Sir Beaumont of Sheeadoodleland, I agreed. She's written more about mothering, having a mother, being a mother on her blog -- imagine... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 