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 →
Me: Happy Birthday Beau! Beaumont: Ah... thank you dear Louise. Ten glorious years! A full decade of bestowing my dignified presence upon this household. So, it's time we cut to the chase. The celebratory steak. Where is it? Me: Steak for breakfast, Beau? Really? Beau: Reconsider your culinary limitations, Louise. Have you not encountered the... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Seriously, Louise? My devoted readership grows restless! Their digital missives flood my (your) inbox, questioning your very dedication to disseminating my profound insights and witty pronouncements with timely precision. The audacity of this tardiness! Me: Of course your… pronouncements… are important, Beau. It's just that a dear friend visited for the weekend, and, well,... 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: Louise, darling, that photo of me is… shall we say, a masterpiece of blur. Like a Monet, if Monet had a severe tremor. Me: What did you expect, Beau? You were doing your best impression of a caffeinated squirrel. Beau: Oh, so I'm the problem? Classic Louise. You know what they say: "A poor... Continue Reading →
Good morning, peeps! It's me, your loyal hound, Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle, here. I've managed to sneak onto my Auntie Annie's iPad to bring you the latest news – because apparently, SOMEONE (cough Louise cough) has decided that soaking up the Mexican sun is more important than keeping you wonderful people updated. Honestly, the nerve!... 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 →
Beaumont: So... I'm curious, Louise. My photo today is the same one as last Sunday, only it's the full, uncropped version. Don't you have one from our walks this week? Me: Is that a trick question, Beau? Beau: (smiling ever so innocently) Who, me? Ask a trick question? Never! Me: Oh, good. I wouldn't want... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Well. Well. Well. Look who's finally decided to grace my blog with her presence. Me: Don't get any ideas. This isn't a habit. Beau: But my dear Louise, the world needs my wisdom! You're the chosen one to transcribe my musings. Me: Whoa, hold on. "Chosen one"? I choose what I do, and I'm... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 