Every Sunday (okay well almost every Sunday unless I do it Monday), I post a blog on Beaumont the Sheepadoodles blog — Sundays with Beaumont.

I first started posting a photo along with an imaginary (but seriously… they’re not really imaginary!) conversation with Beau on my FB page a couple of years ago. People laughed and told me how much they enjoyed those exchanges. A friend suggested creating a “Beau blog” and, as I mostly posted the conversations on Sundays, to call it, Sundays with Beaumont (SWB) and thus, Beau got his own blog and the world gets to ready how he always wins the conversation!

His blog is a reflection of his incorrigible nature and charm. (He likes to call it charm. I tend to call it annoyingness.) 🙂

As I love to share the laughter, I’m sharing yesterday’s blog here.

Eggs Over Easy Please

Beaumont:  Hey Lady. Know what time it is?

Me:  Morning?

Beaumont:  Breakfast time!

Me:  I can’t get up.

Beau:  Why not?

Me:  You’re lying on top of me.

Beau:  That’s to wake you up.

Me:  All right already. I’m awake.

Beau:  Then, where’s my breakfast?

Me:  If you get off of me I’ll get it for you.

Beau:  You know, I shouldn’t have to lie on top of you to make you get up. You should care enough to want to get up in the morning to get me my breakfast.

Me:  Believe me. I do. It’s just I’m a wee bit tired after last night.

Beau:  Right. ‘Cause you had that big dinner party and poor little you… Had a wee bit too much to drink?

Me:  No! It’s just I was on my feet all day and then didn’t get to bed until very late.

Beau:  Enough with your excuses. Are you going to get up and get me breakfast?

Me:  If you get off of me I will.

Beau:  Will you quit making excuses and just do it?

Me:  Yes, Beau. I will.

Beau:  I’d like my eggs easy over please.

Me:  You don’t get eggs for breakfast.

Beau:  Like I didn’t get any Beef Wellington last night for dinner?

Me:  You’re a dog Beau. You don’t eat people food.

Beau:  Who makes my food?

Me:  It comes from a factory.

Beau:  And who works in the factory?

Me: (slowly…) People…

Beau:  And so, once again, I prove how wrong you are. If people make my food then I eat people food. So be a good girl and go make me some eggs and bacon.

Sigh.  To be clear. I do not feed Beau eggs and bacon but dawggone it, I sure would like to win an argument with him one day… Sigh. A girl can dream….

In the meantime, gotta go make him breakfast.