Beaumont: So... let me get this straight. You go away to see the Littles in Vancouver at the beginning of September. And then, you jaunt off to some green island you call Ireland for another 10 days. Now,, you're barely home five days and you've brought that pesty, "I'm so excited to be here, pant,... Continue Reading →
Beau: Well. It's good to see you're doing the right thing by me, Louise. Finally. Me: Of course I am. But Beau. You know, there was no need to add the 'Finally'. That's just snarky. Beau: Says who? Me: Says whom. Beau: Huh? Me: Like your use of the phrase, 'says who', "'Huh?' is poor... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Louise! That's not my best profile! And why on earth would you share a photo of me with my tongue sticking out. Me: Because it's the only photo I took that wasn't blurry? Beau: I'm sitting still. How can it be blurry? Me: Your sitting still doesn't last very long Beau. I catch the... Continue Reading →
Dear L'il Beau Peeps, It's been so long I gotta say Louise has lost her writin’ way. She’s takin’ a break with not even a 'please' and refuses to type my words for me. Truth is, I’m feelin’ a lot of dissatisfaction at Louise’s lack of Sunday action And though she says, I'll be back... Continue Reading →
Hey dudes. It's me. Beaumont. Or rather, Sir Beaumont the Magnificiently Magnanimous King of Sheepadoodle. Today's Father's Day so I get to be King for a day! Me: Beau, you think you're king everyday. Beau: Ummm. Louise. This is my blog. My day. My rules. And the rule today is I get to say, do... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, you know you're heavy, right? Beau: It's all relative, Louise. Me: What's that supposed to mean? Beau: Well, consider if I was an elephant lying on your stomach. I'd feel a lot heavier. Me: And... Um.... I'm still missing the point. Beau: Somethings never change now do they Louise? Me: Beau. Be nice.... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. You're hogging the bed. Beau: Actually, Louise. I'm dawging it. Me: Very funny Beau. Whatever you want to call it, you're not leaving any room for Martha. Beau: Who's Martha? Me: Haha. So we've got attitude this morning do we? Beau: I don't know, Louise. I'm fine. Do you? Me: No, Beau. I... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Throw the ball already why don't you? Me: Because you've mawed a hole in it and if I throw it into the river it will sink and you won't have a ball left to chase. Beau: Excuses. Excuses. Me: Truth. Truth. Beau: Hmmm.... so why don't you get me a new ball? Me: Because... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: I'm proud of you Louise. Me: Excuse me? Beau: Why? Did you fart? Me: Ahh.... You had me worried there for a momet Beau. That's the Beau I'm used to, not the one who says things like, "I'm proud of you." Beau: Is that true Louise? Me: It is for me. Beau: What's true?... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 