Beau: Louise, darling, are you trying to sabotage my modeling career? This tongue situation is getting out of hand! Me: Oh, relax, Beau. It's just a little tongue. It's cute! Beau: Cute? This is not some kind of 'cute' contest! I am a sophisticated Sheepadoodle with a reputation to uphold. This constant impulse of yours... Continue Reading →
Beau: Louise, why do you always have to post photos of me with my tongue flapping in the breeze? It's undignified! Me: Why do you always have your tongue sticking out? It's like you're permanently trying to catch snowflakes, even in July. Beau: (with a dramatic sigh) "Always"? Louise, you wound me with your sweeping... Continue Reading →
Beau: So, let me get this straight, Louise. We move to the edge of the sea, no airplane ride needed to visit The Littles, and you still go visit them without me? My poor heart! Me: Guilty as charged, your fluffiness. Beau: That's Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle to you Louise. And anyway. What am I,... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Wake up! Beau: Why? Me: Time for walkies. Beau: Have you seen the weather? Rain's a fallin'. Wind's a blowin'. And I'm cozy. Me: Still doesn't change the fact - it's time for a walk. Beau: Later. Me: Now. Beau: Why don't you finish my blog first so you can at least get... Continue Reading →
Beaumont here, your favorite sheepadoodle correspondent, taking over this blog with a heavy heart (and an even heavier paw). Louise, my dear but somewhat scatterbrained human, has once again fallen short of her blogging duties. (I know! I know! I can hear your gasps of shock and horror!) Alas, it's true. She dared to prioritize... 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 →
Beau: Louise! what's with the song choice? Have you lost your mind? Me: I think it's cute. And appropriate. Beau: We have a difference of opinion when it comes to appropriate Louise. Me: Then we'll just have to agree to disagree. Beau: Not happening. Who's the production company for this video Louise? Me: Oh That.... 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 →
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 →
Sundays with Beaumont 