Hello Fans. Here we go again.. Louise has decided to go off galavanting for 10 days and left me with the Vegans (also know as the incredible Auntie Annie and Uncle Lee). This is getting to be too much of a regular occurrence! Although I have to say I’m quite enjoying these respites from the... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: I'm confused, Louise. You bring me out to this rocky shore, this amazing slice of nature, and yet you insist on keeping me leashed, hauling me along like a convict trying to escape. What gives? Me: Nothing 'gives,' Beau. I just don't want you chasing after any sea lions. They're big. Beau: And I'm... Continue Reading →
Hello Fans! It's me, your erstwhile favourite Reporter of the Hound, trying, as best I can, to keep Louise, the increasingly Unreliable Non-Reporter of the Hound, on track. But, fact is, keeping Louise on track is like trying to herd cats in a hurricane. A hurricane made of squirrels. On fire. You get the picture.... Continue Reading →
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: So, Beau. Do you think you've found your happy place? Beau: What's a happy place? Me: You know. One of those places where you feel content, satisfied, complete, at peace. Always. Beau: Where ever I am is my happy place Louise. You hoomans should try it. Just be happy. No matter where you are.... 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 →
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 →
Sundays with Beaumont 