It all started in November, when Beagle Man got his new Cherokee. At the same time, he bought the “unlimited” pass at Fred’s. Now we go there at least once a week — sometimes more. And it’s terrifying! I can’t tell you exactly why we go to this house of horrors, but I can tell you exactly what goes on
Did you ever see so much snow??!! Beagle Man’s been going around telling everyone we’re stuck up here in Vermont, and can’t make it home to Connecticut. That we’re “stranded.” Hah! Stranded, my heinie! Sure, we’ve had tons and tons of snow — it never stops! — but somehow Beagle Man managed to make it over to
What’s wrong with this picture? That’s right: I’m not in it! Last month Grace, my sweet, cutesy next door Vizsla, weaseled her way into a fashion shoot with supermodel Christy Turlington, for Loro Piana. (Which, it turns out, is a chic clothing brand. Yeah, I thought it was a musical instrument too.) Okay, I get it, so
A couple of Saturdays ago, Westport went absolutely nuts! It happened right around noon, when that guy Joe was announced as our next President. Cars honking all up and down the Post Road, and Compo Road South. Everyone grinning and shouting! Beagle Man went for a long ride on his bike, blowing his whistle like
Things I like: • Carrots. I like a lot of things besides my kibble, but this is the only people food Mom gives me. Of course I grab the better stuff when no one’s looking — bagels, salami, pickles, you name it — but then I get in trouble. Not big trouble, though. Risk-reward? Definitely worth it.
Are you ready for some football? I’m sure not! Beagle Man gets so moody during the football season. I wonder . . . do you think rooting for the Jets could have anything to do with it? The season began yesterday with the Thursday Night game (Super Bowl champs Kansas City beat Houston), but Beagle Man’s season
Beagle Man’s always telling anyone who’ll listen that there’s nothing he’d like better than for me to sleep in his bed with him. But it’s not gonna happen. Mom says, “Absolutely not!” and it looks like what she says goes. The thing is, I happen to know that a lot of my friends get to sleep in
We went up to Vermont over the weekend. Just Mom, Beagle Man, and me. Things were strange. Beagle Man took me for a walk along French Hollow Road. Said we couldn’t do our usual hiking trail around Equinox Pond, because we weren’t supposed to be near anyone. We drove to the next town — Peru
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For the first time since Matt and I made our pilgrimage to Nova Scotia in 2014 to pick out the then tiny and adorable four-week-old Kemba from his litter (“I’d like the one with the green collar, and the white flash on his nose”), I returned to Canada. Carol and I spent last weekend in
Not long after Ricky the Beagle passed on, Beagle Man announced to Mom that he needed another dog. “That’s fine,” Mom said, “as long as you understand one thing. He’ll be your dog. I won’t walk him. I won’t wake up with him. I won’t pick up his poop. And I won’t play with him.” I’m