Me: Beaumont. Would you please get that disgusting thing off the couch. Beau: It's not a 'thing'. It's my Bebé. Me: I don't care what it is. It's disgusting. Please take it away. Now. Beau: If you throw it, I will. Me: I am not touching that thing! Beau: Bebé. Me: Beau.... Beau: (oh so... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. The ball is right beside your foot. Beau: I know that. Me: Then why aren't you picking it up? Beau: Why aren't you coming to get it while I munch on some grass? Me: Because you're not supposed to eat grass? Beau: And you're not supposed to criticize, condemn and complain. Me: I'm... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So.... I suppose I should wish you Happy Mother's Day. Me: That's lovely Beau. Thank you. Beau: You know, you're really the only mother I've ever known Louise. I don't remember my birth mother. She gave me up so young. Me: She had no choice Beau. Beau: But aren't you the one who says... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So.... are we finally back to regular programming, Louise? Me: Yes Beau. Beau: Good. So can we please get rid of the 'artsy' photo too? Me: What do you mean? I like it! Beau: But it doesn't really do me justice now does it? Me: I think it does. Beau: Well... we all know... Continue Reading →
Well, how d'ya like these dawg-ples folks? She thinks just because she's taken off to see those Littles it's okay to A) not post my wisdom words until the afternoon (I even had to call her and tell her to get it done!) and B) To usurp my place of honour with this stuffed abomination... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Louise. I'm confused. Me: Oh dear. What now Beau? Beau: Excuse me, but that is not an appropriate response to my comment. Me: What? You're the comment police now? Beau: No. But I do serve as your conscience. Me: (sigh) I don't need you to 'serve' as my conscience Beau. I've capable of doing... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Louise! Louise!.... you dead? Me: No Beau. I'm in Savasana pose. Beau: You look it. Me: What's that supposed to mean? Beau: It ain't called 'the corpse pose' for nothing Louise Me: Oh wow. You know that? Beau: You know Yoga was invented by dogs. Right? Me: Ummm.... really? Beau: Yup. Yog. Dog. We... Continue Reading →
So peeps, Louise said I can paw my own post this morning 'cause it's Dawlentine's Day! Woof! Woof! But, before I deliver my opus of a Dawlentine's Poem just let me say -- I would have called it Dawglentine but y'a know... it just doesn't have the same ring. And to call it a Dolentine... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: I don't get it. Me: Get what Beau? Beau: Why I can't come in. Me: I'm going to the bathroom Beau. I would like to go alone. Beau: You don't let me go alone. Me: That's different. Beau: Different how? Me: Well... you go outside. There's no door. Beau: BNNNNNNEEEEEEHHHH! (that's the sound of... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. What are you looking at? Beau: Not looking at. Watching for. Me: Oh. There's a difference? Beau: Oh you wordsmith you, Louise. Of course there's a difference. Me: Ok. I'll bite. What's the difference. Beau: Well... using the phrase "I'll bite" with a dawg is an example of you looking for trouble. Me:... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 