This sense of deja vu I’m feeling? I kind of had it when I met little Vera on the beach in Montauk, but it really hit me big-time this morning when I was horsing around at Burying Hill Beach with this young pup named Griffin. And then it all came back to me: Remember last winter,
I couldn’t believe it when I saw the Marine Patrol four-wheel drive stop in the sand right behind our chairs. What the heck???!!! We just got our case dismissed on Monday, and here we were on Thursday, getting hassled again?? The officer got out and walked toward us with this arrogant, fake-cheery “How’s your day?” —
Beagle Man takes me to the dog park. He takes me to the beach and launches balls into the ocean with the chuckit for hours. He takes me on all his errands — Walgreen’s, the dry cleaners, Pet Supplies Plus, Staples. He takes me when he goes out to dinner, though I usually have to
I met three dogs named Stella at the dog park this morning. Three! Beagle Man says if I’d been a girl, I would have been named Stella, after his mom. Robby says I couldn’t have been a girl because there’s no way he would have let a girl dog in the house. Hey, has anyone
I am having the best time EV-ER! We’re out at the beach in Montauk, and Patty and Teddy brought my cousin Bruce. This is the first time I’ve met him, but he is the GREATEST! I love this guy! At the very beginning we weren’t so sure: I sniffed, he sniffed, I barked, he barked. […]
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I am SO, SO, SO excited! Mrs. B told me that to welcome me and Beagle Man home from LA/XC-4, and to celebrate the completion of Beagle Man’s series of four cross-country road trips, and to congratulate Robby on his college graduation, she’s throwing a big backyard barbecue FOR ALL THE DOGS I KNOW! It’s […]
Help me out here. I really do want to play by the rules . . . but what are the rules? As far as I can tell, they keep changing. Last Monday, down at Huntington Beach in California (seems like a long time ago!), Beagle Man sent me charging into the ocean after tennis balls. […]
I hear Ricky was kind of disappointed with my first Duck Dog post. Said I bounced around from topic to topic — “like a pinball.” I get the feeling he was trying to say I’m immature. I understand what he means. It’s just that I get really excited by a lot of different things. I’m […]
Every morning I eat something I’m not supposed to. Back in Waynesboro, VA, the desk clerk slipped a piece of paper under the door. Beagle Man’s busy at his desk — so what am I supposed to do? I inhale it. He tells me the paper was directions to the dog park — and thanks […]
