So Mom’s been sharing all your Bourbon Trail adventures with me so far . . . been there, done that I say. Anyway, I’m actually enjoying my laissez-faire days around Westport. True, Mom refuses to take me to the beach . . . she said she can finally walk around the house with no sand
* * *COUNTDOWN: 15 DAYS TO LA/XC-6 * * * Beagle Man came home from Montauk at the end of September with all sorts of complaints about his back and his right shoulder. He tried to blame it all on me — as usual: You know, “all that tennis ball throwing, all that stick throwing.”
I guess I can’t really complain too much, since I spend most of the summer out in Amagansett, where I have a big sandy beach and a whole ocean to play in. But now that we’re back in WePo, I have to stick to this narrow strip of sand on the far side of the
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I heard Matt ask Beagle Man last weekend if he was throwing a beach birthday party for me next month — and Beagle Man said probably not. That would be two years straight with no party! All because Mom made fun of him for spending days and days planning and preparing and inviting everyone he
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
