Me: So…. I suppose you think that’s pretty clever…
Beaumont: What’s that?
Me: The toy you’ve torn apart.
Beau: What toy?
Me: The one between your paws.
Beau: It wasn’t a toy Louise.
Me: It wasn’t?
Beau: No!!! It was a pesky marauding invader masquerading as a stuffed sheep. I killed it dead so it wouldn’t infest our home with its nefarious ways.
To read the rest and learn how a torn-up toy becomes a lesson in following the No. 1 Rule, click HERE.
I awoke in the middle of the night to hot-stinky breath in my face and a whole lot of panting. It wasn’t C.C….. 🙂 The wind was blowing. Beaumont was pacing…. AAARRRGGGHHHH
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 it.
Beau: Then who would have protected you?
Me: Ummm… protected us from what?
Beau: The wind.
Me: Why do we need protection from the wind?
Beau: Isn’t the more appropriate response, “Thank you.”?
Me: What am I thanking you for?
Beau: I told you. Protecting you from the wind.
Me: And again, I ask…
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Me: Beaumont. What are you doing?
Beau: Waiting for Uncle Jim.
Me: It’s noon Beau. Dinner’s at 6.
Beau: I’m a dawg. Time is inconsequential.
Me: In that case, you’re in for a long wait.
Beau: Like Vladimir and Estragon, I wait.
Me: Ummm…. Beau. They were characters in a play. You’re here in real life.
Beau: You of all people Louise, should know life is a stage.
Me: Oh dawg! Are you going to quote Shakespeare now? Please don’t.
Beau: Would you prefer I quote from Waiting for Godawgt?
Me: It’s Waiting for Godot, Beau.
Beau: Not if you’re a dawg.
Me: Can we please just have a normal conversation?
Beau: Louise. You’re having a conversation with a dawg. What’s normal about that?
Beau hopes you come and read the rest… Just click HERE
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 know what you meant Louise and it wasn’t nice.
Me: Right. Sorry.
Beau: I know you’re sorry Louise. You always are. Just like I bet you’re sorry you even brought up the conversation about my tongue sticking out.
To read the rest, do hop on over to Beaumont the Sheepadoodles place! He loves visitors.
It’s my youngest daughter’s 34th birthday. Beau thinks he should get cake. He’s not impressed that I disagree…
Me: Shhhh…. Can’t you see I’m sleeping?
Beau: Can’t you see I’m awake? And if I’m awake, you need to be too! Now get up!
Me: Beau. I took you out at 5 this morning when I first got up.
Beau: So? That was four and a half hours ago and it’s time to go to the park.
Me: It’s Sunday.
Beau: No kidding. Gosh. Is that why my blog’s called, “Sundays with Beaumont”?
Me: Don’t be sarcastic.
Beau: Don’t be lazy. Get up.
To read the rest, please join Beau on his blog: CLICK HERE
Over at Beaumont’s blog I’m in the dawghouse — apparently, posting his blog in the afternoon on Sunday doesn’t cut it…
Beaumont: Louise. My fans are waiting.
Me: I’ve been busy.
Beau: You’ve been up since forever and you still haven’t gotten to my blogpost.
Me: I told you. I’ve been busy.
Beau: Enough with the excuses. I’m looking for results. And I’m not seeing any.
Me: Well… I worked for three hours this morning on a submission for a writing competition I’m entering. I took you to the park. I went for groceries. That’s a lot of results.
Beau: Not when the only result that counts is posting my blog.
Me: There’s more to life than your blog Beau.
Beau: Not on Sundays.
He sure hopes you come and read the rest (CLICK HERE) — he’s got a real sweet little love note for all his fans! 🙂
C.C. remains in hospital — we’re hoping he’s home today or tomorrow. His ward is on lockdown still due to Covid and Beau wishes I could throw the ball better.
Amazing how sometimes it just takes a dawg’s wisdom to put the world back in perspective.
He does hope you come and join him on his blog today for a bit of relief from this arctic weather (if like us it’s been sub-Arctic for days) or just for a light-hearted chat about life and what is. Just click HERE to hop on over to Sundays with Beaumont.
Beau doesn’t believe a picture says a thousand words so he had to add to his holiday photo with a whole bunch of words about how he’s so grateful for all of you! (He also wasn’t too impressed that I put a Santa had on his head but hey! I’m the one in control of the keyboard! 🙂 )
Please do come and share in his Christmas joy – it’s all on the blog today!
Just click this link to read his weird charming message!
We held our second annual outdoor Christmas Tree decorating extravaganza yesterday — Beau’s nose was out of joint because in the prep and frenzy, his blog wasn’t posted.
So… he took matters into his own paws this morning and penned a long dissertation on what really went down.
He hopes you click THIS LINK and come over to read all about it — and to see the wonderful photos Dustin T. took of the tree!
Here’s one to entice you…
It was a fun afternoon made all the better because of the special people who came and made it so.
Beaumont: I think this is my good side. What do you think?
Me: I don’t think you have a bad side, Beau.
Beau: Nice response Louise. But that’s not what you said the other day.
Me: Oh. What did I say the other day?
Beau: You said, I’m getting old.
Me: I think it was about maturing Beau. I think what I said was you’re becoming a much more mature dog.
Beau: You said, I’m almost 7 and in human years that makes me 49 and that’s getting old.
Beau hopes you come join him on his BLOG today — he’s got a lot to say about ageing and being present in the now…
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