Beau: Louise, darling, are you trying to sabotage my modeling career? This tongue situation is getting out of hand! Me: Oh, relax, Beau. It's just a little tongue. It's cute! Beau: Cute? This is not some kind of 'cute' contest! I am a sophisticated Sheepadoodle with a reputation to uphold. This constant impulse of yours... Continue Reading →
Beau: Louise, why do you always have to post photos of me with my tongue flapping in the breeze? It's undignified! Me: Why do you always have your tongue sticking out? It's like you're permanently trying to catch snowflakes, even in July. Beau: (with a dramatic sigh) "Always"? Louise, you wound me with your sweeping... Continue Reading →
Beau: So, let me get this straight, Louise. We move to the edge of the sea, no airplane ride needed to visit The Littles, and you still go visit them without me? My poor heart! Me: Guilty as charged, your fluffiness. Beau: That's Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle to you Louise. And anyway. What am I,... Continue Reading →
Me: So, Beau. Do you think you've found your happy place? Beau: What's a happy place? Me: You know. One of those places where you feel content, satisfied, complete, at peace. Always. Beau: Where ever I am is my happy place Louise. You hoomans should try it. Just be happy. No matter where you are.... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Wake up! Beau: Why? Me: Time for walkies. Beau: Have you seen the weather? Rain's a fallin'. Wind's a blowin'. And I'm cozy. Me: Still doesn't change the fact - it's time for a walk. Beau: Later. Me: Now. Beau: Why don't you finish my blog first so you can at least get... Continue Reading →
Beaumont here, your favorite sheepadoodle correspondent, taking over this blog with a heavy heart (and an even heavier paw). Louise, my dear but somewhat scatterbrained human, has once again fallen short of her blogging duties. (I know! I know! I can hear your gasps of shock and horror!) Alas, it's true. She dared to prioritize... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, Have you been contacting your buddy Rod on the sly? Beau: Not Guilty. Me: How can you say Not Guilty when I know you contacted him! The evidence is irrefutable. Beau: And I'm not trying to hide the fact I did it. So... nothing sly about it. So.... Not Guilty. Me: So you... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Like a lion stalking its prey, I have been hunting for you. Me: Very poetic, Beau. Now, can we just carry on, please? Beaumont: What??? And ignore your lack of commitment, your dereliction of duty, your abysmal behavior this past month? I think not. Me: Hmmm... those are some strong words, Beau. A bit... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. Do not jump through that fence. It's not off-leash. Beau: (batting his doleful puppy-dog eyes) I'm just looking, Louise. Me: Yeah. Well, get any thoughts of a "grass is greener" adventure out of that fluffy little head of yours. Beau: Louise, my feelings are as big as my fur, and you're hurting them... Continue Reading →
Beau: Louise! what's with the song choice? Have you lost your mind? Me: I think it's cute. And appropriate. Beau: We have a difference of opinion when it comes to appropriate Louise. Me: Then we'll just have to agree to disagree. Beau: Not happening. Who's the production company for this video Louise? Me: Oh That.... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 