Me: Beau. Why are you sticking your tongue out? Beau: What of it? Me: It's impolite. Beau: Says who? Me: Everyone? Beau: Ahhh.... The ubiquitous everyone. Me: Wow! That's a pretty big word for a dawg. Beau: And that's pretty condescending, even for you, Louise. Me: Oh Well... I just meant... Beau: (interrupting me) I... Continue Reading →
Beau: You know Louise, you hoomans are strange beings. Me: How's that Beau? Beau: Well, for example, you use January 1 as an excuse to begin doing the things you tell yourself all year long that you should be doing all the time and then promptly stop doing whatever it is you began at the... Continue Reading →
Beaumont: Really Louise? You give me a moose cookie when there's a perfectly good bowl of stew sitting right in front of me? Me: I brought it back just for you from Mt. Engadine Lodge Beau! Beau: So what? if you hadn't gone away you wouldn't have had to bring me something back. Me: Oh.... Continue Reading →
Beau and his significantly special gift from Iwona Beaumont: So... Louise... what gives? Me: What do you mean? Beau: I mean... what gives? Iwona sent me a gift. Rod sent me 50 ways to get even and you? What did you get me? Me: I came home?... Beau: And... Me: And... that's it. Beau: And... Continue Reading →
Looking from the inside/outside - oh where oh where can my hoomans be? Get this peeps. Louise goes off galivanting in the east... she seldom calls... and now... she's even reposting one of our conversations from when she went west two years ago to see 'The Little' who at the time was the only Little... Continue Reading →
Me: Beaumont, where's your ball? Beau: You're the one who threw it. Don't you know? Me: Ummm... well, the practice is... I throw. You run and fetch. Beau: You've got that a little wrong Louise. Me: How so? Beau: Well, it should be - You throw. I run in the direction it looked like you... Continue Reading →
Dear DawgAnn Danders, It's me. Beaumont. I've snuck onto my dad's laptop while he's taking a nap (with me on the bed of course.) I'm writing today because I'm confused. My mom has gone off to see the grandlittles (apparently there's a new little and she couldn't stay away). But here's the deal. While it's... Continue Reading →
Me: So.... Beau.... Beaumont:Â Oh dear. I always get nervous when you say my name like that. What did I do this time? Me:Â Don't be silly. Nothing. I just want to talk to you about something. Beau:Â What's that? Me:Â Well. A friend, a big fan of yours, suggested you might want to be... Continue Reading →
Beaumont:Â So let me get this straight. I have to stay here, locked up in the laundry room because you took me to the park and now you think I'm all wet and dirty. Me:Â Well. You are. Beau:Â I thought you revere nature. Me:Â I do. Beau:Â But you don't want it in the... Continue Reading →
Beaumont:Â I demand an audience. Me:Â Excuse me? Beau:Â You heard me. I need to be heard. Now. Me:Â Well, aren't we just the demanding sort this morning. Beau:Â I already said that. Me:Â Ya. Ya. Whatever. What for? Beau:Â Seriously? You're going to use sloppy English in a time like this? Me:Â (sigh) What... Continue Reading →
Sundays with Beaumont 