Beaumont: I'm confused, Louise. You bring me out to this rocky shore, this amazing slice of nature, and yet you insist on keeping me leashed, hauling me along like a convict trying to escape. What gives? Me: Nothing 'gives,' Beau. I just don't want you chasing after any sea lions. They're big. Beau: And I'm... Continue Reading →
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: 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: 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 →
Me: Beaumont. Can you please turn towards me. Beau: No. Me: Excuse me? Beau: Why? Did you fart? Me: Beau! What are we? In Kindergarten? (aside - my grandson and his friends love fart jokes!) Beau: No Louise. We're not. But you asked to be excused and I have no idea why. Me: I wasn't... Continue Reading →
Beau: Louise, it's 3:30pm and you haven't posted my blog yet. What gives? Me: I'm busy. Beau: What can keep you so busy you don't take care of the important things Louise? Me: What I'm doing is important too, Beau. Beau: Louise. Louise. That may be true but, you made a commitment with my blog... Continue Reading →
Me: Ummm... Beaumont. Do you mind if I have some room on the bed please. I'd like to take a nap too. Beau: You got it. Me: Aren't you going to move? Beau: Do I need to? You've got room. You're lying on the bed, Me: I meant, 'a bit more room', please. Beau: Well... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: You know Louise, cropping the photo so Martha doesn't appear in it doesn't mean I've forgotten it was you who agreed to have her come and stay for two weeks without asking me if it was okay. I may have forgiven you (a bit) but I'm like an elephant... I don't forget. Me: Oh.... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 