Beagle Man asked Robby to lift me into the shotgun seat of his Jeep. He always says it’s because of his back, but I think he just gets lazy. Anyway, he told Robby he was taking me to Town Hall to renew my dog license. “What does he need a dog license for?” Robby asked. Read More
I was reading an article in The New York Times awhile back that gave me paws. (Aha! Two “gotcha’s” in the same sentence! You didn’t know I could read, and you thought Beagle Man was the only one around here who could make stupid puns.) It was about this dude Brian Hare, who studies dogs Read More
Robby and his college friends, Sam and Jon, had just come back from golf at Longshore. Though I’d been hanging with them just a few hours earlier, I act as if I haven’t seen them in years — I do this — my tail wagging furiously. So of course they make a huge fuss over Read More
When I was a puppy, I actually loved going to the vet. I’d bound up the stairs, dart into the waiting room, sit back and let everyone admire me. Next, I’d smell all the dogs’ heinies, try to steal some kibble from the “take some if you need it” pile (I needed it), sweet-talk Analie Read More
Wow — I think I may have found my soul mate. Listen to this e-mail from my new pal Brinkley: “You posted you’re looking for stories and pictures to be featured in My Pals. I personally would not have chosen this picture or this story, but my beagle mom thinks it’s hilarious. How can someone Read More
I know, I know — a lot of pix lately of Beagle Man with other pets. Hmmm. Well, at least this one’s not another dog, so I don’t really have a problem with it. Meet my friend Samie the Ferret, who weighs in at a whopping 2 pounds! Truth is, I don’t know how accurate Read More
When Mrs. B first brought up the idea of a visit to the Chapel Hill cousins, Beagle Man said, “Why don’t we drive down and take Ricky?” Okay, I’ll give him that. But he caved pretty easily. When she said it would make more sense to drive to Philly, pick up Nana, and then fly Read More
I overheard Beagle Man and the Mrs. talking about organizing a “family reunion.” Huh??? I always thought Mrs. B and the B-Man were my mom and pop — and that Matt, Greg, and Robby were my bro’s. Well guess what? Turns out I have this whole other family! There’s my mom, Cookie the Crumbsnatcher (I Read More
Maybe it was something I ate, but I wasn’t myself the whole weekend. I couldn’t seem to hold it in, and I peed on the carpet in the living room, the ping pong room . . . pretty much everywhere. Mrs. Beagle Man was beside herself, literally screaming at B-Man: “And you’re actually thinking of Read More
When Mrs. Beagle Man took the train down to Philly over the weekend, she came back not only with Nana, but also with Nana’s 2004 Toyota Corolla. Nana turns 90 this summer, and is finally calling it a career as a driver. (I heard Beagle Man say this is really good news for the rest Read More
