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.

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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

The “Get Out Of Control” Guru (an SWB post)

Beaumont: So…. I suppose I should wish you Happy Mother’s Day.

Me: That’s lovely Beau. Thank you.

Beau: You know, you’re really the only mother I’ve ever known Louise. I don’t remember my birth mother. She gave me up so young.

Me: She had no choice Beau.

Beau: But aren’t you the one who says we always have a choice.

Me: Yes. But the choice isn’t necessarily about what’s happening in your life, it’s about what you do with what’s happening. And for your birth mom. she had zero choice about giving you up. She could only choose how she adapted to that reality.

Beau: Do you think she’s ok?

Me: I’m pretty sure she is Beau. Remember how we met one of your younger sisters at the park awhile ago? She’d only been apart from your mom for a few months and her hooman mom said Maya, your birth mom, was doing really well.

Beau: Oh right. I remember. But what about me? What if I’d wanted to choose to stay with my birth mom?

Me: Well… we hoomans don’t give you dawgs much choice in those matters Beau. We kind of dictate what’s going on.

Beau: Hmmm… well… does that seem right to you?

Me: Oh my. That’s a pretty tricky question Beau. See, we hoomans need you, probably more than you need us so, to ensure our needs are met, we make sure we have control.

Beau: Hoomans are weird Louise. Why can’t you just share it?

Me: Control? Well… then it wouldn’t be control would it? And believe me, hoomans do like their control.

Beau: (smiling innocently) Sort of like how you don’t want me to go in the river and think you can keep me out?

Me: (laughing – sort of) Yeah. Like that.

Beau: (more innocent, head caulked sideways smiling) Is control good for you Louise?

Me: Hmmm… Well, I can tell you this much. Being in control may not always be the best thing but not having it sure can make me feel very unhappy!

Beau: Then consider me your “Get Out Of Control Guru”.

Me: What’s that supposed to mean?

Beau: Well… Being in control isn’t good for you…

Me: I said it’s not always the best thing….

Beau: Semantics. The fact is, being in control is not good for you so, I have made it my mission in life to help you break your control freak habits.

Me: Seriously? You think that’s your role?

Beau: Isn’t that the role of every child Louise? To help their mother loosen her habit of being controlling?

Me: Oh. You might have a point.

Beau: Of course I do. Anyway, next time you tell me not to go in the river and I choose to ignore you and go in anyway and drop my ball so you have to come in after me, think of it as a gift.

Me: A gift?

Beau: Yeah. A gift that is helping you stretch your ‘letting go of control’ muscles.

Me: Oh my. Such an…. ummm… interesting perspective of your disobedience Beau.

Beau: It’s not disobedience Louise. It’s me, practicing the second role of the child – Give your parents lots of opportunity to find the value in all things. And the value in your having to get in the river with me is you get to have fun too!

Me: Stepping in ice cold water is supposed to be fun?

Beau: If you change your glasses, or at least your attitude you will see it is Louise.

Me: Am I supposed to say thank you?

Beau: Not today Louise. It’s Mother’s Day. You get the day off.

Me: Does that mean I can go back to bed?

Beau: Only if you can beat me to it. And you know that’s not happening. I’ve got four paws to your two feet.

Me: But aren’t you supposed to be extra-nice to me on Mother’s Day?

Beau: I am. I’m letting you have control of the keyboard to type this.

Me: But you let me do that every Sunday Beau.

Beau: I know. Aren’t I wonderful! You get to feel like every Sunday is Mother’s Day!

Me: (sighing) Of course. Silly me for not seeing that.

Beau: Hey! I’m the gift that just keeps on giving!

Me: You’re out of control Beau. You know that, right?

Beau: Nah. I’m just a gifted “Get Out Of Control Guru”. Remember?

Me: How could I forget?

Beau: It’s best you don’t. So… you finish up here and I’ll see you later. I’m going back to bed. Oh. And don’t forget to sign off with my wishing all the mother’s out there, no matter how the gift of being a mother to a child unfolded in their life, Happy Mother’s Day!

Me: Yes Beau.

Beau: Good girl. Now that’s obedience.

Me: You’re pushing it.

Beau: Role No. 3 of the child. Push your mother’s buttons whenever possible…. Oh. and don’t forget to wish my birthmom Maya a Happy Mother’s Day too. Without here, you wouldn’t have the gift of me in your life!

And so it goes… Beau always finds the ‘truth’ in everything. And he definitely knows how to push my buttons!

Beau: Hey… Just doing my job, Louise. Just doin’ my job!

Sigh…. And so it goes. Beau goes back to bed and he and C.C. leave no room for me …

Regardless… Beau is right. No matter how you came to call yourself a mother, Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there! And Maya… Thank you for the gift of Beau in our lives. You would be proud of your son. He’s the best.

Beau: You mean Best Top Dawg. Right?

Me: I thought you went back to bed.

Beau: I did. But… seeing as it’s Mother’s Day, I thought I’d move over and make a little room for you.

Me: How… kind.

Beau: Here’s where you get to make a choice Louise. Say thank you and come back to bed or… play martyr. Your choice. Your Mother’s Day.

Sigh (again). And so I do. Say thank you and squeeze into the tiny space he’s left me on the bed. It is Mother’s Day after all!

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As it’s Mother’s Day, no need to ‘click’ to go to Beau’s blog – Sunday’s with Beaumont! 🙂

Bring on the Fireworks. An SWB post

Beaumont: So…. are we finally back to regular programming, Louise?

Me: Yes Beau.

Beau: Good. So can we please get rid of the ‘artsy’ photo too?

Me: What do you mean? I like it!

Beau: But it doesn’t really do me justice now does it?

Me: I think it does.

Beau: Well… we all know where your taste lives don’t we.

Me: Dare I say it… On my tongue?

Beau: There you go being all obtuse again.

Me: And there you go being difficult. Again.

To read the rest (his birthday is Tuesday and he has something to say about that!) please join Beau on his blog — Sundays with Beaumont — he loves to see you!

Slobbers and licks…

Beau.

The Stuffie and the Read Beau – an SWB post

Dear Beau,

I know we’ve never met and you think I’m just some fluffed up shaggy dawg toy but seriously, I am in awe of you and I so want to be friends. It’s not like you’ll have to share your food or even your toys, but we could play together. I’d let you pull on my fur and if you wanted, you could take out my squeaky and give it a few tweaks.

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Beau is at it again. He hopes you come and read the rest on his blog!

Click HERE.

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Dear FauxBeau,

Thank you for your letter. Your request has been filed in the ‘hell freezin’ over’ bin and will be considered in due course (actually once I’ve given Louise enough cold shoulder she feeds me steak and takes me to the mountains for a romp in wild flower strewn fields blowin’ in the wind. Kind of like how your letter will be if it ever thaws out.)

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Beau is at it again. He hopes you come and read the rest on his blog!

Click HERE.

It will all be ok. (An SWB post)

Beaumont: Louise, I am really not happy with you.

Me: Oh. Why’s that Beau?

Beau: Do I really need to tell you?

Me: If you want me to know what you’re thinking. Yes.

Beau: Seriously Louise. You expect me (and my fans) to believe you don’t know what I’m thinking when you write these posts every Sunday.

Me: Yes Beau. I do.

Beau: Fine. Then I’ll tell you.

Me: Oh good. The suspense is killing me.

To get out of your suspense (I know you’re curious! 🙂 ) please do join Beau on his blog today. He soooo wants your ears and support!

Click HERE.