Beau: Louise, it's 3:30pm and you haven't posted my blog yet. What gives? Me: I'm busy. Beau: What can keep you so busy you don't take care of the important things Louise? Me: What I'm doing is important too, Beau. Beau: Louise. Louise. That may be true but, you made a commitment with my blog... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Beau: Yes Louise? (all innocent and sweet) Me: Where's you bootie? Beau: What bootie? Me: The one missing from your foot. Beau: Oh. That bootie. Me: Yes. Beau. That bootie. Where is it. Beau: I don't know. I'm not in charge of bootie watching. Me But you are the one wearing them. Beau: Actually Louise. On that foot, I'm not. Me: Exactly! Where is it? Beau: How... Continue Reading →
Me: Ummm... Beaumont. Do you mind if I have some room on the bed please. I'd like to take a nap too. Beau: You got it. Me: Aren't you going to move? Beau: Do I need to? You've got room. You're lying on the bed, Me: I meant, 'a bit more room', please. Beau: Well... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: You know Louise, cropping the photo so Martha doesn't appear in it doesn't mean I've forgotten it was you who agreed to have her come and stay for two weeks without asking me if it was okay. I may have forgiven you (a bit) but I'm like an elephant... I don't forget. Me: Oh.... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Why does Martha get the ball? It's my ball. Me: She runs faster Beau which means, she gets to it before you do. Beau: And... Me: And what? Beau: And, why does that mean she gets the ball? Me: Ummm.... at least she drops it so I can throw it again. Beau: Are you... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: So... let me get this straight. You go away to see the Littles in Vancouver at the beginning of September. And then, you jaunt off to some green island you call Ireland for another 10 days. Now,, you're barely home five days and you've brought that pesty, "I'm so excited to be here, pant,... Continue Reading →
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 →
Sundays with Beaumont 