Beau: So, Louise. Pray tell. How is it you can ignore this face so easily and leave me pining on my own while you traipse around the world having all your adventures without me? Me: Easy. Beau: That's it? That's all you've got to say in response to my very important, and clear, question? Easy?... Continue Reading →
On the beach, before his big adventure This just in: Beau's Blog is going off-script today, mostly because Beau himself went off-script yesterday. Friends, prepare yourselves for a harrowing tale of canine adventure, a story that begins, as so many do, with a Potato Gun. Yes, our neighbor, in a stroke of backyard genius and... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau, you're lying on top of me. Beau: My. Aren't you the observant one. Me: (Muttering) Oh, you little facetious beast, don't give me that look. Beau: I'm not being facetious, though you gotta admit it Louise. I am a rather handsome beast. However, back to our current dilemma. I'm just stating the obvious.... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Well. Well. Well, Louise. My loyal fanbase has finally worn you down, haven't they? I'm thrilled to have graced yours and C.C.s 'road trip'. Though, frankly, it's about vine. Obviously. Me: Time, Beau. It's about time. Beau: And yet, here I stand, Louise. Enlighten me as to my current location. Me: We're at Blue... Continue Reading →
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 →
