It Is What It Is – an SWB post

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.

Sundays with Beaumont — Beau’s Christmas Wish

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!

Beau’s Unspirited Christmas 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.

About What You Said — a Sundays with Beaumont post

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…

CLICK HERE

What’s she doing on my bed and blog? (An SWB post)

Beau takes exception to the fact the top photo on his blog today is of a cat.

But…. I made up for it and include a video of him at the park chasing after the ball.

He certainly hopes you come and visit — and see him at work chasing and retrieving the ball — well almost retrieving…

Oh. And as to the cat in our house… He is not impressed.

Read all about it HERE. Video is at the bottom of the post.

Acts of Contrition

We are back from the “Middle Kingdom” as my friend Iwona calls it (that would be Ontario — and in particular Ottawa and area – we just spent two weeks in Barry’s Bay on beautiful Lake Kamiskeg.

Iwona sent home a gift for Beaumont the Sheepadoodle. He really likes Poutine flavoured biscuits. He also really likes Iwona.

The problem begins when he realizes…. I didn’t bring home something special for my spectacularly special Beau!

Oh dawg! Am I in trouble now! He’s looking for Acts of Contrition to make up for my ‘oversight’.

Come and join Beau on his blog today to read all about my necessary Acts of Contrition!

Just put your paws on the link and CLICK HERE!

Hey Peeps! It’s me Beaumont! And I’m so confused. I’m in need of some impartial hooman guidance. So…. tell me I’m not out of line. Tell me I’m being real considerate ’cause honest, I understand why they’ve gone off for two weeks without me, but I do draw the line at Louise putting photos of some other dawggone dawg on my here blog!

It’s called, Sundays with Beaumont for a reason.

It’s my blog. My place to reign supreme, to be Top Dawg, Beaumont the Magnificent, the King of this here digital domaine!

But hey. I’m magnificent and generous. Right? So…

CLICK HERE and PLEASE> PLEASE PLEASE come to my rescue!

Thanks peeps. Beaumont the magnificently magnanimous…

Magnificently Magnanimous Beau

Beaumont: So…. when are you going to get straight with me and tell me about the change in plans Louise?

Me: Oh dear. You heard.

Beau: Hello! I have ears. How could I not have heard. You’re telling the world. Except me of course.

Me: I didn’t want to upset you.

Beau: So… how is not being straight with me not upsetting?

Me: I figured when the time came you’d be ready.

To read more on how Beaumont the Sheepadoodle — ooops Beaumont the Magnificently Magnanimous Sheepadoodle — sets me straight… do come join him on his blog today. He loves company.

Click HERE

For the Love of Bebé (an SWB post)

Me: Beaumont. Would you please get that disgusting thing off the couch.

Beau: It’s not a ‘thing’. It’s my Bebé.

Me: I don’t care what it is. It’s disgusting. Please take it away. Now.

Beau: If you throw it, I will.

Me: I am not touching that thing!

Beau: Bebé.

Me: Beau….

Beau: (oh so sweetly) Yes Louise?

Me: Make it go away.

Beau: That’s your job Louise. I am the dawg. You throw and make things go away. I run and fetch them back.

And maybe…. just maybe… I win this argument!

Please come and join Beau on his blog this morning! He’ll be so grateful for your support!

All you gotta do is CLICK HERE

Goosey Tales

It was as if in the early hours of the morning the sun had cajoled the trees with its exhortations, “You can do it! You can do it!” And the leaves had whispered to the branches, “Leaf out! Leaf out!” And the branches had called to its roots, “Push! Push! Push! and suddenly, spring burst out in glorious, splendorous, luscious greenery.

Beau and I walked along the river in the early morning light savouring the sounds and sights, occassionally, he stepped to the water’s edge and grabbed a sip of cool mountain water and continued to run along the trail.

And then….

He spied a lone Canada Goose floating in the middle of the river.

With a leap and a bound, Beau splashed into the water and started madly paddling towards the goose.

The goose started madly honking and swimming in circles, flapping her wings as if to say, “Go Away!”

Which I think is exactly what I think she was saying!

Beau started paddling faster and trying to bark as he went and I stood on the banks calling at him to ‘Come back here!’

Beau finally heeded my calls and turned back towards shore.

The goose never quit honking, but she did quit flapping her wings when Beau turned around and came back to shore.

And thus ended the peace and tranquility of the morning.

And Beau’s only comment was…. “I think she was the goose on the deck! If she can invade my peace and my home, why can’t I disturb hers?”

What a dawg!

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Oh… and here’s what the trees looked like…

Spring Splendour