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: Remind me again Louise why you're mad at me? Me: I'm not mad at you Beau. I'm just annoyed you got a ticket. Beau: Actually, Louise. You got the ticket. Me: Excuse me. I wasn't even home. Beau: Whose name is on the ticket? Me: That's beside the point. I repeat. I wasn't here.... 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 →
Me: Beaumont! Watch out! You'll getting me all wet! Beau: Duh! You're sitting by the river Louise. Right in my way. How can I not? Me: By being more careful? Beau: Holy leapin' stawgs, Louise. I'm a dawg. Careful is for risk-averse hoomans. Me: What an earth is a stawg, Beau? Beau: Just look at... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau! You just came back from a walk and playing in the river! Please don't lie on the couch. Beaumont: Why not? Me: Why not? Because I said so! You're wet! Beau: Is the couch leather? Me: What's that got to do with anything? Beau: Then it's made of a hide of an animal.... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Louise, why is Rod showing me your boot? Me: Just ignore him Beau, He's being obstreperous. Beau: Why is he being an octopus? Me: Obstreperous Beau. Holding it and inviting you to eat it is him being obstreperous. Beau: So he's being obstreperous holding an octopus? Looks like a boot to me. Me: Don't... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, stop sticking your tongue out. Beau: I'm not sticking it out. It's hangin' out. Me: Then stop hanging it out. Beau: When you stop bringing me the park at the top of the hill instead of the river when it's 33Celsius, I'll stop hangin' my tongue out. Me: I brought your water bottle.... Continue Reading →
What d'ya mean you threw an orange and blue ball? Me: Beaumont. That's not your ball. Beau: It is now. Me: But that's a cheap tennis ball. What happened to your orange and blue rubber ball? Beau: Hey! You threw. I fetched. You didn't say I had to fetch the same ball you threw. Me:... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Would you please look at the camera? Beau: Really Louise? You haven't looked after my fans and now you want me to do something for you? I don't think so. Me: Would it help if I told you the photo is for your fans? Beau: That's what you said last Sunday Louise. In... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. It's not polite to stick your tongue out. Beaumont: Louise. It's not polite to invite a she-cat into my home without first consulting me. Me: You would have said no, Zoey couldn't come and stay for the long weekend. Beau: My point exactly. Me: Which is why the 'forgiveness is the best course... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 