I awaken (before dawn) to Beaumont sitting by my side of the bed, staring at me. And I mean staring! Beaumont: Grrrrrr..... Me: Use your words Beau. Beau: I'm a dawg. I don't have words. I have sounds. Me: Do we have to argue about this right now? I'm sleeping. Beau: You gotta wake-up. Me:... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. If you get off me I'll get up and we can go out for your walkie. Beaumont: It's Sunday Louise. Can't we sleep in just a bit? Please? Me: You gotta go, Beau. Beau: Where? Me: Very funny. Outside. To do your business. Beau: What business? Me: Don't be indelicate. Beau: I'm not.... Continue Reading →
Me: So... what are you waiting for? Beaumont: For you to fetch the ball? Me: Why don't you? Beau: Because you're two feet away and can easily reach it? Me: Was that a question or a statement? Beau: Does it matter? Me: Seriously Beau. You need to stop answering my questions with a question mark... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 