At 11 o’clock this morning, Beagle Man posted —and I quote — “He’s been an absolutely perfect and wonderful dog so far on this trip.” That’s me he’s talking about, just so you know. One hour later, he’s screaming his guts out at me. Can I please tell my side of the story? So we
* * *COUNTDOWN: 17 DAYS TO LA/XC-5 * * * What? We’re picking up and driving from here to Los Angeles — again? I thought that trip back in April of 2015 was a one-off! What a nightmare! Does Beagle Man even remember? How I was so nuts over being stuck in the car all
Weekend before last, on Friday afternoon, this monstrous, huge, scary ball appeared out of nowhere on the beach, in front of the White Sands Motel. I made sure to keep as much ground between me and it as possible. Beagle Man didn’t seem upset by the thing; he was focused on the lights being strung up, and said,
Are you kidding me? Another Kemba in the dog park?? Whaaat??? Of course I knew there was a person named Kemba. Kemba Walker, the basketball player from UConn. You know, my namesake? I get that. But another dog named Kemba? Who hangs out in Winslow Park, where I hang out? That’s just too weird, I’m sorry. But it’s true. I
Lye Brook Falls. Lye Brook Falls. All winter, whenever we’ve done hikes in the woods, I keep hearing about the time back in the fall of 2013 — I wasn’t even born yet! —that Beagle Man and Langdon and Mike made it up to Lye Brook Falls. No disrespect, but if those oldies could get
It’s been a great Friday so far. And yes, I do know my days of the week. Duh. I can also tell time, though this may be news to Beagle Man’s friend Rick. Has anyone ever taken note of the fact that I wake Beagle Man every morning at 8 o’clock, give or take a couple of
I’d be lying if I said I’m not a little bit worried. Beagle Man leaves tonight for his annual Alps ski trip with Matt and Greg and their friends. I saw him packing his bags. That means Mom’s in charge of me. Which is fine. . . in certain ways. I mean, I’ll get fed.
I’ve been hearing all the buzz about this so-called “nephew” of mine since early November, but I was starting to wonder if he was really real. First I’m not allowed to see him because he has pneumonia. Then, he’s all better, but he’s still “contagious.” And when he’s finally not contagious, I’m stuck with a bandage
Yup — still grounded, because of this dumb paw injury. Beagle Man tells me to be patient, but it’s getting harder and harder. Here are just a few of the things I’m not allowed to do while I have to wear the stupid bandage on my paw and the stupid cone around my neck: run,
Strangest thing: We were down at Burying Hill Beach earlier this week, and Beagle Man reached back with the Chuckit and flung a tennis ball far out into the water, as usual. Of course, I dove in to swim and get it. Duh. Now the water’s starting to get a little cool, which doesn’t bother
