The outlook wasn’t sunny over Winslow Park that day; But the parking lot was all but full, and Kemba still had to play. And then when Patricia kicked the ball and Kemba went to get it, Bullet snatched it clean from out his jaws; you’ve got to give him credit. So my dog turned to
Was talking last Friday to one of my Hartford writing students — a hardcore dog lover who also happens to be a big-time fan of this blog. She knows pretty much all there is to know about the LA/XC series, my annual cross-country road trips from Westport to Los Angeles to bring Ricky (originally) and Kemba
Kemba and Ruckus spent the long Memorial Day weekend together at the beach in Montauk. The Tuesday after, our daughter-in-law Kelly told us, Ruckus refused to go to Biscuits & Bath, the doggy daycare center which was, heretofore, his favorite place on the planet. For the rest of the week, Greg added, he had to
Last Sunday morning, 8AM, Robby stumbled into our bedroom. “Here’s Kemba,” he announced, then quickly ducked back into his own room before I could react. It would have been nice if he’d let Kemba out to pee and given him his breakfast, instead of waking me, but that, I know he thinks, is above his
I spent last weekend with two pretty athletic dogs. You’ve heard me bragging about Kemba (named, of course, for UConn/Charlotte Hornets hoops star Kemba Walker) ad nauseum since he was just a tiny furball, so enough about him. Except to say that yesterday at the dog park I flung a tennis ball maybe 120 feet
A shit-eating grin spread across Greg’s face, he looked over conspiratorially in my direction, and, in that instant, I knew — knew! — I was about to hear another story about Ruckus. One in which Ruckus would be the hero. Like most parents, I have special bonds with all my sons, but in a six-month period between
Kemba and his cousin Bruce, by consensus, get along as well as any two dogs can. Or, to be more specific, as well as a mellow, sweet, food-loving six-year-old black Lab and a hyper-energetic, exercise-freak, doesn’t-know-when-to-quit, one-and-a-half-year-old Duck Toller can. They’ve spent weekends together out at the beach in Montauk. Bruce has come up from
We’ve seen a bunch of firsts for my Duck Dog this past week: 1. his first, legit, off-leash, multi-mile run with me (Eureka!); 2. his first successful, full-extension, airborne Frisbee snag (see video), and 3. his first writing class audited! That’s right — I took Kemba to Trinity with me Wednesday night. The game plan
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. For 38 years, running has been my primary sport. For 13 years, dogs — first Ricky the Beagle, now Kemba the Duck Toller — have been my passion. From the git-go, my goal was to combine the two: to go running with my dog. By now, you’ve
