Me: Beaumont. Wake up! Beau: Why? Me: Time for walkies. Beau: Have you seen the weather? Rain's a fallin'. Wind's a blowin'. And I'm cozy. Me: Still doesn't change the fact - it's time for a walk. Beau: Later. Me: Now. Beau: Why don't you finish my blog first so you can at least get... Continue Reading →
Beaumont here, your favorite sheepadoodle correspondent, taking over this blog with a heavy heart (and an even heavier paw). Louise, my dear but somewhat scatterbrained human, has once again fallen short of her blogging duties. (I know! I know! I can hear your gasps of shock and horror!) Alas, it's true. She dared to prioritize... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, Have you been contacting your buddy Rod on the sly? Beau: Not Guilty. Me: How can you say Not Guilty when I know you contacted him! The evidence is irrefutable. Beau: And I'm not trying to hide the fact I did it. So... nothing sly about it. So.... Not Guilty. Me: So you... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Like a lion stalking its prey, I have been hunting for you. Me: Very poetic, Beau. Now, can we just carry on, please? Beaumont: What??? And ignore your lack of commitment, your dereliction of duty, your abysmal behavior this past month? I think not. Me: Hmmm... those are some strong words, Beau. A bit... Continue Reading →
Beau: Louise! what's with the song choice? Have you lost your mind? Me: I think it's cute. And appropriate. Beau: We have a difference of opinion when it comes to appropriate Louise. Me: Then we'll just have to agree to disagree. Beau: Not happening. Who's the production company for this video Louise? Me: Oh That.... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont. Can you please turn towards me. Beau: No. Me: Excuse me? Beau: Why? Did you fart? Me: Beau! What are we? In Kindergarten? (aside - my grandson and his friends love fart jokes!) Beau: No Louise. We're not. But you asked to be excused and I have no idea why. Me: I wasn't... Continue Reading →
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 →
Hark and heed, or perhaps, Bark and Deed is more fitting to this tale, but none-the-less, O noble followers of the gallant tales of Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle, Knight of the Order of the T-Bone! Gather around as I, your humble chronicler, relay the latest chronicles from the domain of meats and misdemeanors. Merely a... Continue Reading →
Me: Beau. Why are you wearing a fedora? Beau: It's my Easter Bonnet, Louise. Me: Why are you wearing an Easter bonnet then? Beau: Duh! It's Easter Sunday, Louise! Why wouldn't I? Me: I don't know. Maybe because you're a dawg and dawg's don't wear fedoras? Beau: Ummm.... Louise, and I only ask this out... 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 →
Sundays with Beaumont 