The Squirrel Hunter (an SWB story)

Me: Beaumont. We need to talk.

Beau: I’m busy.

Me: Beau….

Beau: Yah. Yah. Yah. Whatever.

Me: Beaumont. This is serious.

Beau: Taking me to the groomers and inflicting all that brushing and fluffing on me is serious Louise. If what you wanna talk about is what I think you wanna talk about, well that’s not serious. It’s just dawgie nature.

Me: Catching a squirrel isn’t serious?

To read the rest of Beau’s misadventure with a squirrel, click HERE to go to Sundays with Beaumont (I know! A dawg with a blog! Imagine! 🙂 ) He hopes to see you there!

You Did What? (a SWB post)

I ‘accidentally’ go for a walk at River Park. without Beau.

He is not impressed.He hopes you join him on his blog today to commiserate and offer your sympathy.

And yes. It is. As always. All my fault. Sigh.

He hopes you join him on his blog today — he’s looking for sympathy. 🙂

You Did What?

Beau: So… let me get this straight. You went for a walk with Jane. Without me.

Me: It wasn’t intentional Beau. I just sort of happened.

Beau: Then explain to me how this ‘just sort of happened’ walk happened.

Me: Well, I was dropping off your Christmas gift for Uncle Al and..

Beau: (interrupting me) Wait! What do you mean you were dropping of MY gift for Uncle Al?

Me: Remember. I ordered it in November and it just finally arrived last week? You wanted him to get it didn’t you? Someone had to take it to him.

Beau: Without me.

To read the rest, click HERE

Me: Beaumont. What are you doing?

Beau: Sitting.

Me: On my lap.

Beau: My… you are observant Louise.

Me: It’s kind of hard not to be. You’re too big and heavy to be a lapdog.

Beau: I ain’t heavy. I’m your brother.

Me: Right. And it’s a long, long road with many a winding turn.

Beau: You got it Louise! I’m no burden to bear.

Me: Beau… why are you quoting the lyrics of a ’70s song you’ve never even heard before?

To read the rest of this post, and to discover why Beau thinks he really is a lapdog, please join him on his blog today – click HERE

We Need To Talk

Beaumont: Louise, we need to talk.

Me: Uh huh. About what?

Beau: Like you don’t know.

Me: Ummm. Beau. No I don’t.

Beau: Yes you do.

Me: (sighing)Honestly Beau. I don’t. I can’t read your mind.

Beau: Really? And all this time I thought that’s how you wrote these conversations. By reading my mind.

Me: (sighing deeper) Sarcasm is the refuge of the verbally lazy.

Beau: Well… I wonder who you’re talking about. You do put the words in my mouth you know…

To read the rest of Beau’s conversation, click HERE and you’ll be redirected to his blog, Sundays with Beaumont.

He loves visitors! And he loves to make people smile!

In Good Times And In Bad (An SWB Post)

There’s a new conversation over at Beaumont the Sheepadoodles blog this morning.

He was kind of ticked off I went away. Again. And by the fact I missed posting last Sunday!

I hope you join him in his witty repartee and clever ways of always winning every conversation!

Click HERE to read.

Give A Dawg Some Peace (An SWB Blog)

Beaumont: Seriously. Who let the cat on the bed?

Me: Ummm… Beau. Who let the dawg on?

Beau: Ya but, I live here.

Me: Yabuts run in fields.

Beau: Oh my. Yabuts. Rabbits. Ha! Ha! You probably think you’re funny.

Me: Don’t you?

Beau: Nope.

Louise: Not even a little bit…?

Beau: Nope. Now, my friends Rod and Anne and Mitzi. Oh, and CeZar too! They’re funny. You… Well, let’s just say you could use some practice at fun and funny.

Me: You mean like how I didn’t think it was funny you ran through the invisible screen door yesterday.

To read the rest, CLICK HERE and join Beaumont on his blog – Sundays With Beaumont.

He really hopes you do! He loves your company!

Please Don’t Sing (A SWB post)

It stormed last night. Thunder. Lightning. Wind. Rain.

Beaumont doesn’t like thunder and lightning. Nor wind. They scare him.

I awoke at around 4am to the sound of him standing over me on the bed, panting noisily.

Me:  Beau. What is it?

Beau:  Huff. Huff. Huff.

Me:  Go back to sleep.

Beau:   Huff. Huff. Huff.

Me:  Oh. It’s the lightning and thunder.

Beau:  Huff. Huff. Huff.

Me:  C’mon. You’re already up on the bed, just curl up and go to sleep.

Beau: (placing his wet nose on my cheek) I’m scared.

Me:  It’s just a storm Beau. It will pass.

Beau:  That’s a stupid saying when you’re in the middle of it.

To read the rest, please join Beaumont on his blog today: HERE

Is That Sarcasm I Taste? (a SWB post)

I have been baking breads and cookies, pies and Foccacia but the one thing I haven’t baked, which Beaumont had to remind me of today, is dawgie biscuits. Oh Dawg. I’m in trouble now!

Join Beaumont on his blog, Sundays with Beaumont, and find out just how much trouble I’m in, not just because of the lack of doggie biscuits but also because of my sarcasm.

You can find the conversation HERE. 

You’re a Dawg. Not a Bunny. (A SWB post)

Me:  Beaumont. What are you doing?

Beaumont:  The question isn’t what am I doing, it’s, “What aren’t you doing?

Me:  I’ll bite. What aren’t I doing?

Beau:  Well, first off, using stupid phrases like, “I’ll bite” with a dawg is something you shouldn’t be doing.

Me:  Oh. Right. Sorry. Okay. Just tell me, because I know you will anyway, what aren’t I doing?

Beau:  It’s pretty obvious. What day is today?

Me:  I’ll bi.. Oops. Sorry. It’s Monday.

Beau:  Big enough hint for you?

Me:  It’s Easter Monday?

Beau:  Doesn’t matter what kind of Monday it is. It’s Monday. Writing my blog on Monday is a dereliction of your duties.

Me:  I was busy yesterday.

Beau:  Right. Painting silly little bunnies for your dinner guests on Zoom.

Me:  It was important. I wanted everyone to feel like we were all still celebrating together. And I always make placecards for dinner.

Beau:  Hmmm…. I don’t remember seeing one with my name on it.

Me:  You’re a dawg, not a bunny.

Beau:  Excuse me? And your guests are…

 

Please join Beau on his blog today to read the rest. He’ll be delighted to see you at Sundays with Beaumont. And yes, I know. It’s Monday.

Click HERE.