Dawggone it people. She's gone and done it now! You'd a thunk that given she's laid up with a bad back she'd at least have had the good sense to leave me alone this Hallowe'en. But nope. Apparently, the act of dressing me in that silly cow suit she calls my winter coat was too... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, where's your ball? Beau: You're the one who threw it. Don't you know? Me: Ummm... well, the practice is... I throw. You run and fetch. Beau: You've got that a little wrong Louise. Me: How so? Beau: Well, it should be - You throw. I run in the direction it looked like you... Continue Reading →
Dear DawgAnn Danders, It's me. Beaumont. I've snuck onto my dad's laptop while he's taking a nap (with me on the bed of course.) I'm writing today because I'm confused. My mom has gone off to see the grandlittles (apparently there's a new little and she couldn't stay away). But here's the deal. While it's... Continue Reading →
Me: So.... Beau.... Beaumont: Oh dear. I always get nervous when you say my name like that. What did I do this time? Me: Don't be silly. Nothing. I just want to talk to you about something. Beau: What's that? Me: Well. A friend, a big fan of yours, suggested you might want to be... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So let me get this straight. I have to stay here, locked up in the laundry room because you took me to the park and now you think I'm all wet and dirty. Me: Well. You are. Beau: I thought you revere nature. Me: I do. Beau: But you don't want it in the... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 