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  • FOWL!

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    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? 
  • AND WHO IS IT THAT NEEDS TO GO FOR A WALK?

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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
  • YUP. STILL A PUPPY

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    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
  • AWESOME NEW CONCEPT: BAG CHECKING!

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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
  • GRAND BASSET GRIFFON VENDEEN? NEDERLANDSE KOOIKERHONDJE? COME ON, BRING IT!

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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
  • THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME?*

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    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
  • MY PALS: SCOUT

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    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
  • DOGS NOT THAT SMART? SAYS WHO?

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    “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
  • SAY CHEESE!

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    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
  • HOW DO THEE EMBARRASS ME? LET ME COUNT THE WAYS*

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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