Heading out to dinner last Friday night. I began scooping up my things — car keys, phone, reading glasses, mask — but I didn’t see my wallet in the drawer by the front door where I usually leave it. “Have you seen my wallet lying around?” I asked Carol. She, of course, gave me the look.
Things I like: • Carrots. I like a lot of things besides my kibble, but this is the only people food Mom gives me. Of course I grab the better stuff when no one’s looking — bagels, salami, pickles, you name it — but then I get in trouble. Not big trouble, though. Risk-reward? Definitely worth it.
“We interrupt this blog about dogs to bring you some breaking news: The House Formerly Known as Camp Herman has been torn down . .” That’s how I started my mid-June post (“Glory Days“) about the demolition of the house my family lived in for over 30 years — from 1987 through 2018. The bulk
Are you ready for some football? I’m sure not! Beagle Man gets so moody during the football season. I wonder . . . do you think rooting for the Jets could have anything to do with it? The season began yesterday with the Thursday Night game (Super Bowl champs Kansas City beat Houston), but Beagle Man’s season
It was all quiet on the eastern front. I’d been flinging the Green Ball into the ocean for Kemba to retrieve for a good 45 minutes now, and he was happy to follow my command to “read and relax.” I was comfortably leaning back in my sand chair, book spread open on my lap, and
Beagle Man’s always telling anyone who’ll listen that there’s nothing he’d like better than for me to sleep in his bed with him. But it’s not gonna happen. Mom says, “Absolutely not!” and it looks like what she says goes. The thing is, I happen to know that a lot of my friends get to sleep in
On October 25, 2014, I spotted baby Kemba striding happily along with Steve the Breeder in the parking lot of a Homewood Suites motel in Scarborough, Maine, near Portland. This was the rendezvous spot where I was to take possession of my 10-week-old Duck Toller puppy. The last time I’d laid eyes on the little
My good, good boy is back after his summer tune-up at Camp Marlon. I send him there from time to time so that Kemba’s A#1 trainer, Marlon, can re-install the good behaviors —with his loving care, patience, and expertise — that I spend the rest of the year undoing with my lax discipline, lack of
We interrupt this blog about dogs to bring you some breaking news: The House Formerly Known as Camp Herman has been torn down. Yes, the old white colonial on Devon Road, home to the Beagle Man and family for over 30 years — through June of 2018 —is no more. Rather than get carried away
“Patient is a 70-year-old male” it said at the top of my doctor’s notes on the MyChart app. And my first reaction — I swear! — was “Who the hell is he talking about??” Same thing with my dog. He’s not getting any younger, either — but I still think of Kemba as a puppy. From