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 →
BEAUMONT: Seriously Louise. Did you have to use that photo? I kind of look like a mad scientist. ME: That's a bit politically incorrect don't you think Beau? Beau: What? My objecting to your use of that photo where my fur is sticking out in all directions and I look like I've just been at... Continue Reading →
Me: Know what tomorrow is Beau? Beaumont: Of course. It's LOVE DAY! Me: We call it Valentine's Day, Beau. Beau: Whatever you call it, I do not understand why hoomans need a day specifically to remind them to be Loving. To a dawg, everyday is a lovin', smoochin' kind of day. Me: Yes, well, we... Continue Reading →
For a dog, (aka Beaumont) all you need to do to find life's balance is spent time with those you Love.
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 →
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 →
Beau: So.... tell me again why you had to go away without me? Me: Because I couldn't leave C.C. alone without you? Beau: Is that a question or is that really your answer? Me: Both? Beau: You're trying to be cute. Right? Me: It works for you. Beau: Yeah. Well I just naturally am. Cute... Continue Reading →
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 →
Beaumont: You know Louise, you have been letting all my fans down with your inconsistent posting of my brilliance here on my blog. Me: (sighing) Yes Beau. I know. But I.../ Beau: (interrupting) Remember what you always tell me Louise... Keep your butt out of it! Me: (Sighing. Again) Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. But.../ Beau: Ahem.... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 