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.
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