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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Beagle Man and Kemba: A grown man using a poor little dog as an excuse for his own outdoors/exercise fetish. Why am I not surprised? In my days with the B-Man, he used to drag me out all the time, too — whether I wanted to go or not. Sure, I enjoyed chasing the odd
For whatever masochistic reason, I find myself from time to time thinking morbid thoughts about how I’ll feel when Kemba, you know . . . reaches his time. That is, if I’m still around. (At my age, not a slam-dunk.) I further torture myself by going back to when our beloved Ricky the Beagle died suddenly of
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Packing light? Nah. I scrapped that as a goal long ago. When I’m getting ready for a get-away, I want everything with me that I could conceivably need, or want. Might have time to go for a run? Running shoes. Maybe a nice, long, scenic bike ride? Dri-fit shorts and T-shirts. Body-surfing? A swimsuit, obviously. Have tickets
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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
Austria avalanche kills 3; Ski patrollers killed in France (Washington Post, January 13, 2019) At 24, NFL player retires after his 6th concussion: ‘My well-being is more important’ (Today, August 2, 2018) Teen Surf Star Loses Arm in Shark Attack (ABC News, November 3, 2003) Yes, skiing the Alps can be dangerous, I think we’d
I’m gonna be perfectly honest with you: I usually don’t give small dogs the time of day. I’m not a huge fan of their yappy tough-guy act, and it’s easier to just ignore them. Which is exactly what I’m thinking when Robby’s friends Rob and Charlotte show up at the Vermont house a week ago
“Unfortunately, it looks like your drooling, howling, underwear-sniffing, sock-eating angel of perfection is not, you know, especially smart.” — AJ Willingham, CNN Really? This is the author’s take-away from a study published in the so-called “scholarly” journal Learning & Behavior? I’d like to take issue with her statement for all sorts of reasons: 1.) It’s beyond patronizing; 2.) Why would
Beagle Man is an Instagram addict. We all know this. When he makes me pose for photos, at first I’m flattered. Then it dawns on me: He’s thinking post. True fact: After going to a football game a couple of weeks ago, during which he posted —of course — he and Matt were looking forward to a
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When you run off down the block, and I have to do The Walk of Shame after you — trying to look like it’s no big deal, while I’ve got a leash in my hand and no dog attached to it. (That would be you, Ruckus.) When you’re playing fetch at the beach with some