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 →
Beau: Seriously, Louise? What's with the picture? Me: It’s you on the bed, Beau! Not even on your blanket, and you’re all wet! Beau: I can see that, Louise. But what’s with the red around my mouth? Come on, couldn’t you have chosen a photo that shows off my debonair, savoir faire demeanor? Me: Beau,... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. Wake-up. It's time to go to the park. Beaumont: Shhhh. I'm sleeping. Me: What's with you. You always want to go to the park. Beau: Did you hear that wind last night? Vicious. I had to pace and keep watch just in case. Me: Actually you didn't. You could have just slept through... Continue Reading →
Hey there, hooman peeps! It's your favourite Sheepadoodle, Beaumont, dishing out my weekly wisdom. And woo hoo! Louise is letting me have full reign of the keyboard today 'cause she's all caught up in creating an amazing master class for Tuesday for anyone interested in Radiant Bold Aging. I guess I'll give her that --... Continue Reading →
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 →
Beau: Remember how I was really nice to you last time you attended to my blog Louise? Me: Yes Beau. I do. Beau: Hmmm... so if you do remember, why then did you go and take another 3 week break before getting back to the keyboard on my behalf. Me: Oh. Well. I was away.... 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 →
Sundays with Beaumont 