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 →
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 →
Beaumont: Louise, dahling, that photo of me is giving off some serious "trying too hard" vibes. Me: Uh huh. (sipping coffee, pretending to be engrossed in my Instagram feed) Beau: "Uh huh"? What kind of sophisticated response is that? Me: The kind that doesn't dignify your snark with a witty comeback. Beau: Snark? More like... Continue Reading →
Beau: Seriously, Louise? What's with the picture? Me: It’s you on the bed, Beau! Not even on your blanket, and you’re all wet! Beau: I can see that, Louise. But what’s with the red around my mouth? Come on, couldn’t you have chosen a photo that shows off my debonair, savoir faire demeanor? Me: Beau,... Continue Reading →
Hark and heed, or perhaps, Bark and Deed is more fitting to this tale, but none-the-less, O noble followers of the gallant tales of Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle, Knight of the Order of the T-Bone! Gather around as I, your humble chronicler, relay the latest chronicles from the domain of meats and misdemeanors. Merely a... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. Wake-up. It's time to go to the park. Beaumont: Shhhh. I'm sleeping. Me: What's with you. You always want to go to the park. Beau: Did you hear that wind last night? Vicious. I had to pace and keep watch just in case. Me: Actually you didn't. You could have just slept through... Continue Reading →
Hey there, hooman peeps! It's your favourite Sheepadoodle, Beaumont, dishing out my weekly wisdom. And woo hoo! Louise is letting me have full reign of the keyboard today 'cause she's all caught up in creating an amazing master class for Tuesday for anyone interested in Radiant Bold Aging. I guess I'll give her that --... 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 →
