Beagle Man couldn’t believe his eyes and ears: He’d found a dog more hyperactive than Kemba! This happened on a visit he and the Missus made to their friend Susan in Cali last month, at her ranch in Santa Ynez. (I’ve been to California three times, though, never to Susan and Rick’s Buckeye Ranch. Kemba, of
I heard Luz telling Mom the other day she’d read that Duck Tollers are the 25th smartest dog breed. I actually think that’s a low-ball number. The rankings were put together by this researcher named Stanley Coren (photo, below), and they’re in his book, The Intelligence of Dogs. He surveyed, like, 200 dog-obedience judges for his
You’ve met Jake before: First, as one of Ricky the Beagle’s “Best Friends” (back in 2011), and more recently, as the killer of already-dead bunnies (“Rabbit Stew?“). Jake, along with Nancy and Steve, came to stay with us last week. He got three days worth of intense, one-on-one time with Kemba. And if Jake could
Mount Rushmore took a big hit last Monday. Tom Petty’s passing left a gaping hole in the Beagle Man’s personal musical stratosphere. TP’s nine-and-a-half songs in My Favorite 300 Songs Ever rank second — behind only The Boss, and ahead of the Rolling Stones! (The “half” represents “Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around,” Petty’s 1981 duet with Stevie Nicks, which
Eleven-thirty, Friday night, September 8. I’d already opted for an E.T.B. (that’s sleepaway camp terminology for early- to-bed) — when I heard screams and commotion coming from the first floor. I wasn’t inclined to go back down and investigate, because a.) this was Carol’s annual husband-and-wife Book Club Weekend in Amagansett, and there were more
Yesterday’s excitement started shortly after Kemba’s daily first-thing-in-the-morning beach session (pee/poop/fetch-sticks-in-ocean). The sky was already beginning to look ominous, and a thunderstorm was in the forecast — but I had planned to go for a run, and you all know how much I love changing my plans. My one concession to the impending weather was that
I’m not gonna lie: We didn’t hit it off right away, Rosie and me. It felt kind of like one of those arranged marriages you hear about. Just because Tana and Beagle Man want to hang out on the bench in front of Jack’s Coffee with their breakfast sandwiches and their cold brews, doesn’t mean
“Hey, could you bring down some rope from the house so we can cordon off our section of the beach to stop the crowds from pouring in?” I said this to Robby’s friend Gabe. It was my attempt to make fun of myself before my sons and their buddies could start doing it for me. We were
I pulled up to the fence outside Jack’s Coffee in Amagansett on my bike. Greg and Kelly were already there, sitting on one of the benches. Greg had just finished his workout across the street at Barry’s Bootcamp. Kelly had driven over from Montauk, where she’d done a SoulCycle session. Baby Ryan was right alongside
Hey, it’s me. Kemba. Again. Yup, that’s three posts in a row from me: A MY PALS (Ruckus); a Duck Dog Speaks (Salty Dog), and now another MY PALS. Anyone get the feeling that Beagle Man isn’t doing a whole lot of blogging while we’re out here at the beach? He keeps saying that he’s
