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.
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.
Me: Beau. What are you doing?
Beaumont: Watching you.
Me: What on earth for?
Beau: Because the earth needs me to do it.
Me: Ummm…. I’m confused. Why does the earth need you to watch me?
Beau: Because the earth needs its hoomans to stay calm and keeping humans calm is a dawg’s most important job right now and I’m doing my job.
Me: By watching me?
Beau: I’m a watch dog. Right?
__________________________ To read the rest, please join Beaumont on his blog: Sundays with Beaumont Click HERE.
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And… last week I forgot to post Beau’s blog here– he’s a tad ticked with me, but hey! Better late than never.
A conversation where Beau gets confused between pandemic and panda’s running loose.
Panda What? Click here to read the blog.
Beaumont: Louise. You know Nana’s going to be okay. Right?
Me: How do you know?
Beau: She’s walking to her Rainbow Bridge. That’s a cause for celebration. She’s had a good life.
Me: Yes Beau. It is. (pause) Ummm… How did you know?
Beau: About Nana? Oh ye’ of little faith. How could I not? I am a dawg. My seventh sense is strong.
Me: Seventh sense? What’s that?
Beau: To see into the heart and soul of humans.
Beau shares his Doga/Yoda style wisdom and comfort on his blog — click HERE to read the rest. Thank you.
I know. I know. It’s me. Again. Pawing my way through this blog ’cause yup. You guessed it. I gotta write the things myself. She’s Gone. Again.
Oh dawgy dawgy. She has once again flown the coup and this time, she took HIM with her leaving me with my sis and her man and.. wait for it… that she-hellion four-legged vixen who hisses and swipes her claws every time I walk past.
Sigh. Folks. I am beyond devastated. I am a sad ‘ole dawgie in the window blue!
To read more of Beaumont’s pleas for your support, please join him on his blog — (not that he needs more sympathy!) 🙂
Oh Dawg. She’s Gone And Done It. Again.
I’m in Vancouver for my grandson’s second birthday and haven’t got time to blog!
Here’s an excerpt from Beaumont the Sheepadoodle’s Sundays with Beaumont blog — click on the link at the bottom to read the rest — he will be very, very grateful for any support you can give him!
Hello? Anybody there? Ya. It’s me. Beaumont. On my own. She’s done it. Again. Taken off for parts unknown and left me behind.
Sigh. What’s a dawg to do to get a little attention around here? Like I lay on top of her in an effort to keep her warm. I follow her all over the house so she doesn’t feel lonely. I fetch the ball for her so she can get some exercise. I even drop my dumps so she can pick them up (bending over is good for older folks (know what I mean?), though why she’d want to keep them in those little baggies is beyond this dawg’s ken. Seriously? What is with that?
Hoomans can be so weird but hey! She’s my hooman and I do love her. But dawg oh dawg. Does she have to keep deserting me like this? She said it’s only for five days but seriously? Do the math lady. In dawg years that’s a whole month!
To read the rest…. click HERE:
See you next week.
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.
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