On October 25, 2014, I spotted baby Kemba striding happily along with Steve the Breeder in the parking lot of a Homewood Suites motel in Scarborough, Maine, near Portland. This was the rendezvous spot where I was to take possession of my 10-week-old Duck Toller puppy. The last time I’d laid eyes on the little
My good, good boy is back after his summer tune-up at Camp Marlon. I send him there from time to time so that Kemba’s A#1 trainer, Marlon, can re-install the good behaviors —with his loving care, patience, and expertise — that I spend the rest of the year undoing with my lax discipline, lack of
We interrupt this blog about dogs to bring you some breaking news: The House Formerly Known as Camp Herman has been torn down. Yes, the old white colonial on Devon Road, home to the Beagle Man and family for over 30 years — through June of 2018 —is no more. Rather than get carried away
“Patient is a 70-year-old male” it said at the top of my doctor’s notes on the MyChart app. And my first reaction — I swear! — was “Who the hell is he talking about??” Same thing with my dog. He’s not getting any younger, either — but I still think of Kemba as a puppy. From
Is today Thursday? Or Friday? Wait —it’s Wednesday? Really? Hard to tell the difference during our shelter-at-home sabbatical. You just have to find your own ways to add a little spice to your days. Carol, for example, tripped over an empty suitcase in our bedroom, crashed to the floor, and fractured her left shoulder plus her
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Kemba Walker Herman was cleared yesterday for light fetching-related activities. He’s spent the last two weeks on the Injured List after hyperextending his right front elbow while tumbling tail over teakettle during a vigorous fetching session at Compo Beach on February 24. Team physicians at Winslow Park Animal Hospital reported that “Kemba’s gait looked good”
It’s an oft-told Herman family tale this time of year. December 25, 2003 — Ricky the Beagle’s first Christmas. Matt is 22. Robby is 10. (Greg is 19, but he’s not part of this story. Sorry, Greg.) Matt and Robby are locked in one of their weird competitions: Whose gift will Ricky like better? Robby
Gained a co-pilot in Asheville: Carol. Then lost one in Greensboro: Matt, who stayed down in North Carolina to celebrate Thanksgiving with his in-laws. Matt put in two strong stints: one back at the beginning, on the Bourbon Trail and then up to Indianapolis; plus here on the southeastern swing, from Little Rock to Nashville
Beagle Man (on Friday’s afternoon’s drive along I-40 East with Matt, closing in on Asheville, NC): Hey, since our dinner reservation isn’t till 8:30 tonight, I think I’ll use the downtime to do some catching up and to write a blog post. Matt: Sounds good. The next moment, a text arrives for both Matt and
