Beau: So.... tell me again why you had to go away without me? Me: Because I couldn't leave C.C. alone without you? Beau: Is that a question or is that really your answer? Me: Both? Beau: You're trying to be cute. Right? Me: It works for you. Beau: Yeah. Well I just naturally am. Cute... Continue Reading →
Hey, fans! It's me. Sir Beaumont of Sheepadoodle - Louise says that's not a place, but what does she know? What I know is... she's off again to see The Littles, leaving me with C.C. and... that vixen feline shecat Zoey as well as that 'little' Martha, the Labradoodle. Apparently, she thinks I'll be lonely... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Remind me again Louise why you're mad at me? Me: I'm not mad at you Beau. I'm just annoyed you got a ticket. Beau: Actually, Louise. You got the ticket. Me: Excuse me. I wasn't even home. Beau: Whose name is on the ticket? Me: That's beside the point. I repeat. I wasn't here.... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: You know Louise, you have been letting all my fans down with your inconsistent posting of my brilliance here on my blog. Me: (sighing) Yes Beau. I know. But I.../ Beau: (interrupting) Remember what you always tell me Louise... Keep your butt out of it! Me: (Sighing. Again) Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. But.../ Beau: Ahem.... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont! Watch out! You'll getting me all wet! Beau: Duh! You're sitting by the river Louise. Right in my way. How can I not? Me: By being more careful? Beau: Holy leapin' stawgs, Louise. I'm a dawg. Careful is for risk-averse hoomans. Me: What an earth is a stawg, Beau? Beau: Just look at... Continue Reading →
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 →
