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 →
Beau: Louise. It's Monday Me: Yes. Beau: So... Me: So what? Beau: Don't play cute with me, Louise. I know your nefarious ways. Me: My 'nefarious' ways (those are air quotes btw) Beau: Very funny. Now you're just trying to avoid the obvious as you always do. Me: Beau. You're using an overstatement as an... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 