Category Archives: Sundays with Beaumont

Stay Calm And Knead On! (A SWB post)

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?

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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.

Beau: The Doga of Yoda (An SWB post)

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.

Oh Dawg. She’s Gone and Done It Again (An SWB Story)

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!) 🙂

CLICK HERE

Oh Dawg. She’s Gone And Done It. Again.

 

Not Again – An SWB blog

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!

Not Again!

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.

Eggs Over Easy. A SWB Post

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.

We Interrupt This Blog For A DawgPaw Post

We interrupt regular programming on this blog for a Special Announcement.

This blog is temporarily under the control of a 4-year-old (almost 5!) Sheepadoodle named Beaumont.

His human is still in bed. Still! And he has taken measures into his own paws to get his story told.

We will return to regular programming tomorrow. (When ‘she’ gets out of bed!

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Psst!  It’s me. Beaumont the Sheepadoodle.

I’ve had to sneak here onto my mom’s blog because she has (once again) not posted on my blog on Sunday!

I mean, really. What’s with these humans? Can’t they tell time?

Come to think of it, if they can’t do math, how can they do time?

Like. Seriously. They’ve got this weird formula for dog years that uses x7 to compare a dog to a human. When really, a dog’s age isn’t about how old we are. It’s all about how wise and by a dog’s calculations, we are a gazillion times wiser than our human counterparts, no matter their age.

Take my blog posts for instance. ‘She’ thinks it’s okay to miss a Sunday when I know, it’s not. My readers have expectations of me and she keeps letting them down, and everyone knows, it’s not wise to let humans down. They’re fickle that way. Let them down once and, well, given their penchant for distraction and immediate gratification… well let’s just say they’ve got the attention span of… a human! Short. Temperamental. Easily distracted!

Not like us Dawgs.

We’re loyal and steadfast.

We don’t go find some other human to amuse us just because we’ve been disappointed (again) by your human frailties.

No. We stay true. You can count on us to be there in every kind of weather, in your every kind of mood.

So… back to my blog.

She missed Sunday.

Again.

Says it’s something to do with being tired.

You ask me, I think it’s more about being human. You know. That attention span thingie. She’s got Christmas on her mind and well, let’s just say, the human mind can’t think more than one thought at a time.

Not like us Dawgs. We can think many things at once and still, never lose our focus on what matters most. — Doing everything in our power to bring happiness and joy to our humans.

Like the pic of me with the ball in the bed.

I know. I know.

She’s got some rule about no balls on the bed. (She also had a rule about Dawgs on the bed but I fixed that one real fast. Know what I mean?

Right. So. Back to the ball on the bed.

It was just a hint. Like you know, the way advertisers put images of nachos and cheese and all sorts of foods you know you shouldn’t be eating because you just had dinner but there you go, jumping into your car, racing to the grocery store, raiding the junk food aisles without a thought to your arteries or waistline.

Short attention span. Am I right?

Forget about the diet. The gym. The promise to yourself to eat healthy. You saw those folks on the screen looking beautiful and svelte eating all that junkie stuff and wham! You’re hooked.

Well, the ball was my attention-grabbing trick to get her to get up and stop feeling so sorry for herself and play with me instead.

Well folks….

To find out what happens next, please join me on my blog:  Sundays With Beaumont.  (It’s way more interesting than the touchy-feely human stuff she always writes about!)

All you have to do is scroll down to the red highlighted line to pick up right where you left off here!

I hope to see you there! Just click on the link — Sundays With Beaumont.

 

The lighter side of life.

In a world where every day there is news of some new natural disaster or man made trauma, it is important to also see the lighter side of life to keep the beauty and wonder of the world alive in your heart.

For several months, I have been writing a weekly post at Sundays with Beaumont — Conversations with my Sheepadoodle.

As I said to my eldest sister as we were talking about how cheeky Beaumont is, “I find it fascinating how, even though I am the author, I still can’t win any conversation with Beau!”

Reality check. I’m both sides of the conversation! It’s not that I can’t win. It’s just that I like letting Beaumont get the upper hand! It amuses me and his readers.

Given that these conversations create joy and laughter for those who read them, creating them pleases me and brings me into my heartspace where every act of service, no matter how small, is a reflection of what I want to create more of in the world; kindness, compassion, joy and Love.

So, while these conversations are not ‘real’, they serve a real purpose. They remind me to not take myself so seriously. To not be so caught up in taking myself so seriously, I forget to have fun by creating love and joy in the world.

These conversations also remind me that life is precious, this journey brief. It’s important to find the joy in every day moments.

What do you do to find joy in everyday moments? How do you stay out of the quagmire of taking yourself so seriously, you forget to have fun?

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