Me: Beau! You just came back from a walk and playing in the river! Please don't lie on the couch. Beaumont: Why not? Me: Why not? Because I said so! You're wet! Beau: Is the couch leather? Me: What's that got to do with anything? Beau: Then it's made of a hide of an animal.... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Louise, why is Rod showing me your boot? Me: Just ignore him Beau, He's being obstreperous. Beau: Why is he being an octopus? Me: Obstreperous Beau. Holding it and inviting you to eat it is him being obstreperous. Beau: So he's being obstreperous holding an octopus? Looks like a boot to me. Me: Don't... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, stop sticking your tongue out. Beau: I'm not sticking it out. It's hangin' out. Me: Then stop hanging it out. Beau: When you stop bringing me the park at the top of the hill instead of the river when it's 33Celsius, I'll stop hangin' my tongue out. Me: I brought your water bottle.... Continue Reading →
What d'ya mean you threw an orange and blue ball? Me: Beaumont. That's not your ball. Beau: It is now. Me: But that's a cheap tennis ball. What happened to your orange and blue rubber ball? Beau: Hey! You threw. I fetched. You didn't say I had to fetch the same ball you threw. Me:... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Would you please look at the camera? Beau: Really Louise? You haven't looked after my fans and now you want me to do something for you? I don't think so. Me: Would it help if I told you the photo is for your fans? Beau: That's what you said last Sunday Louise. In... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. It's not polite to stick your tongue out. Beaumont: Louise. It's not polite to invite a she-cat into my home without first consulting me. Me: You would have said no, Zoey couldn't come and stay for the long weekend. Beau: My point exactly. Me: Which is why the 'forgiveness is the best course... Continue Reading →
So.... Louise is sequestered away in her studio working on some top secret project. I'm not even allowed in! Go figure. Does she think I can't be trusted with a secret? Like... I'd spill the beans here or sumthin'? Geez Louise! I mean seriously. If any beans are getting spilled here it'd be by the... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Louise. It's time. Me: Uh. huh. Beau: Don't you uh huh me. It's time to get movin'. The park awaits. Me: What do you think I'm doing? Beau: Well, up until now you've been baking a cake, making chocolate chip cookies, reorganizing the baking goods drawer and doing dishes. Me: Uh huh. Beau: And... Continue Reading →
Beau: Excuse me Louise. That is not a picture of me and as this is my blog, who said you could put a photo of a deer on it? Me: I did. Beau: And who gave you that permission? Me: I did. Beau: And what about me? Me: Well Beau, you gotta admit, he's rather... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. What are you doing? Beau: Waiting for Uncle Jim. Me: It's noon Beau. Dinner's at 6. Beau: I'm a dawg. Time is inconsequential. Me: In that case, you're in for a long wait. Beau: Like Vladimir and Estragon, I wait. Me: Ummm.... Beau. They were characters in a play. You're here in real... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 