I have to tell you about the new girl who moved in next door. Her name is Grace, and she’s really, really good looking. She’s a Vizsla. I’ve always liked Vizslas. She has a short, super-smooth coat, and a great tan. And we’re the same age — we’re both turning five next month. All right,
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Beagle Man started making fun of me with his “duck” jokes back in April of 2015, when I was just an 8-month-old pup. It was during my first cross-country road trip, and we’d stopped for a walk through the grounds of the Marin County Civic Center. The park was kind of fancy, with DOGS MUST
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Beagle Man started making fun of me with his “duck” jokes back in April of 2015, when I was just an 8-month-old pup. It was during my first cross-country road trip, and we’d stopped for a walk through the grounds of the Marin County Civic Center. The park was kind of fancy, with DOGS MUST
You all remember, Joe, right? Beagle Man’s friend who’s not, um, all that crazy about dogs? (You can take a look at what Ricky the Beagle wrote about him in “The Odd Couple.”) So what Joe’s been up to lately doesn’t really surprise me. But his wife, Pam — who I thought was my friend?
You all remember, Joe, right? Beagle Man’s friend who’s not, um, all that crazy about dogs? (You can take a look at what Ricky the Beagle wrote about him in “The Odd Couple.”) So what Joe’s been up to lately doesn’t really surprise me. But his wife, Pam — who I thought was my friend?
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I have a bone to pick with a piece I saw a while back in the sports section of The New York Times — which I do read, by the way, even if it’s “failing.” It was called “Two New Breeds With Really Long Names” (Jan. 24, by The Associated Press) and it started this way: “Two new
I’m gonna be perfectly honest with you: I usually don’t give small dogs the time of day. I’m not a huge fan of their yappy tough-guy act, and it’s easier to just ignore them. Which is exactly what I’m thinking when Robby’s friends Rob and Charlotte show up at the Vermont house a week ago
Beagle Man is an Instagram addict. We all know this. When he makes me pose for photos, at first I’m flattered. Then it dawns on me: He’s thinking post. True fact: After going to a football game a couple of weeks ago, during which he posted —of course — he and Matt were looking forward to a
Yep, here I am, back home at the beach after my two weeks at “sleep-away camp.” (Don’t worry, I never fell for that sleep-away camp story. I’m not stupid. I just played along because I could tell how guilty Beagle Man felt about sending me.) Actually, my “counselor” Marlon turned out to be a pretty
I’ll bet most of you have figured out by now that Beagle Man is a creature of habit. That’s why, when he walks through the door at Jack’s Coffee in Amagansett in the morning, Brian, the manager, will say, “The Hank-wich?” (That’s egg-and-cheese on a baguette, FYI, which Beagle Man orders every single day.) And Chanisse
