The Stick.

Me: Beaumont, must you carry the stick with the point part in your mouth? Beau: I wouldn't if be doing it if I had a ball in my mouth. Me: Regardless, why must you carry the stick? Beau: Because you didn't bring my ball. Me: I didn't bring your ball Beau because there's too much... Continue Reading →

The Somedays Promise

Beaumont: Good morning Louise. Time to rise and shine and get typing. Me: I just want to lie in bed another fifteen minutes Beau. I'm tired. Beau: And who's to blame for that? Me: Why would you want to lay blame for me trying to relax this morning, Beau? Beau: Well, it's Sunday morning and... Continue Reading →

Why so Serious?

Beaumont: Louise, I'm worried about you. Me: Why's that Beau? Beau: Well that's pretty obvious isn't it? Me: Not to me Beau. I'm not a mind reader. Beau: Seriously? You're going to use that lame argument? Me: Why is it lame? I'm just stating a fact. Beau: So if that's a fact, how is it... Continue Reading →

Can’t buy me love.

Hey, fans! It's me. Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle - Louise says that's not a place, but what does she know? What I know is... she's off again to see The Littles, leaving me with C.C. and... that vixen feline shecat Zoey as well as that 'little' Martha, the Labradoodle. Apparently, she thinks I'll be lonely... Continue Reading →

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