The No. 1 Rule (An SWB post)

Me: So…. I suppose you think that’s pretty clever…

Beaumont: What’s that?

Me: The toy you’ve torn apart.

Beau: What toy?

Me: The one between your paws.

Beau: It wasn’t a toy Louise.

Me: It wasn’t?

Beau: No!!! It was a pesky marauding invader masquerading as a stuffed sheep. I killed it dead so it wouldn’t infest our home with its nefarious ways.

To read the rest and learn how a torn-up toy becomes a lesson in following the No. 1 Rule, click HERE.

AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH is not a word (An SWB post)

I awoke in the middle of the night to hot-stinky breath in my face and a whole lot of panting. It wasn’t C.C….. 🙂 The wind was blowing. Beaumont was pacing…. AAARRRGGGHHHH

Me: Beau. Wake-up. It’s time to go to the park.

Beaumont: Shhhh. I’m sleeping.

Me: What’s with you. You always want to go to the park.

Beau: Did you hear that wind last night? Vicious. I had to pace and keep watch just in case.

Me: Actually you didn’t. You could have just slept through it.

Beau: Then who would have protected you?

Me: Ummm… protected us from what?

Beau: The wind.

Me: Why do we need protection from the wind?

Beau: Isn’t the more appropriate response, “Thank you.”?

Me: What am I thanking you for?

Beau: I told you. Protecting you from the wind.

Me: And again, I ask…

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Beau and Waiting for Godot (an SWB post)

Me: Beaumont. What are you doing?

Beau: Waiting for Uncle Jim.

Me: It’s noon Beau. Dinner’s at 6.

Beau: I’m a dawg. Time is inconsequential.

Me: In that case, you’re in for a long wait.

Beau: Like Vladimir and Estragon, I wait.

Me: Ummm…. Beau. They were characters in a play. You’re here in real life.

Beau: You of all people Louise, should know life is a stage.

Me: Oh dawg! Are you going to quote Shakespeare now? Please don’t.

Beau: Would you prefer I quote from Waiting for Godawgt?

Me: It’s Waiting for Godot, Beau.

Beau: Not if you’re a dawg.

Me: Can we please just have a normal conversation?

Beau: Louise. You’re having a conversation with a dawg. What’s normal about that?

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Wolves. Apes. and Baseball Pitchers (An SWB Post)

Me: Beau. Why are you sticking your tongue out?

Beau: What of it?

Me: It’s impolite.

Beau: Says who?

Me: Everyone?

Beau: Ahhh…. The ubiquitous everyone.

Me: Wow! That’s a pretty big word for a dawg.

Beau: And that’s pretty condescending, even for you, Louise.

Me: Oh Well… I just meant…

Beau: (interrupting me) I know what you meant Louise and it wasn’t nice.

Me: Right. Sorry.

Beau: I know you’re sorry Louise. You always are. Just like I bet you’re sorry you even brought up the conversation about my tongue sticking out.

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Where’s My Birthday Cake? (And SWB post)

It’s my youngest daughter’s 34th birthday. Beau thinks he should get cake. He’s not impressed that I disagree…

Me: Shhhh…. Can’t you see I’m sleeping?

Beau: Can’t you see I’m awake? And if I’m awake, you need to be too! Now get up!

Me: Beau. I took you out at 5 this morning when I first got up.

Beau: So? That was four and a half hours ago and it’s time to go to the park.

Me: It’s Sunday.

Beau: No kidding. Gosh. Is that why my blog’s called, “Sundays with Beaumont”?

Me: Don’t be sarcastic.

Beau: Don’t be lazy. Get up.

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