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 →
Me: Beaumont, you know you're heavy, right? Beau: It's all relative, Louise. Me: What's that supposed to mean? Beau: Well, consider if I was an elephant lying on your stomach. I'd feel a lot heavier. Me: And... Um.... I'm still missing the point. Beau: Somethings never change now do they Louise? Me: Beau. Be nice.... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. You're hogging the bed. Beau: Actually, Louise. I'm dawging it. Me: Very funny Beau. Whatever you want to call it, you're not leaving any room for Martha. Beau: Who's Martha? Me: Haha. So we've got attitude this morning do we? Beau: I don't know, Louise. I'm fine. Do you? Me: No, Beau. I... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Throw the ball already why don't you? Me: Because you've mawed a hole in it and if I throw it into the river it will sink and you won't have a ball left to chase. Beau: Excuses. Excuses. Me: Truth. Truth. Beau: Hmmm.... so why don't you get me a new ball? Me: Because... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: I'm proud of you Louise. Me: Excuse me? Beau: Why? Did you fart? Me: Ahh.... You had me worried there for a momet Beau. That's the Beau I'm used to, not the one who says things like, "I'm proud of you." Beau: Is that true Louise? Me: It is for me. Beau: What's true?... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, must you carry the stick with the point part in your mouth? Beau: I wouldn't if be doing it if I had a ball in my mouth. Me: Regardless, why must you carry the stick? Beau: Because you didn't bring my ball. Me: I didn't bring your ball Beau because there's too much... Continue Reading →
BEAUMONT: Seriously Louise. Did you have to use that photo? I kind of look like a mad scientist. ME: That's a bit politically incorrect don't you think Beau? Beau: What? My objecting to your use of that photo where my fur is sticking out in all directions and I look like I've just been at... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 