On June 12, right after I wrote a blog post about two beagles I run into frequently down at Southport Harbor (“Is It Maggie and Dutch?”), I got called on the carpet via an e-mail from Robby:
Not a good post at all. Not helped by the fact that there’s no Ricky picture — that’s the best freaking part fcol [for crying out loud]
Earlier this month I did an entry on the passing of two dogs that belonged to friends of mine, in which I ran photos of the dear departed pets (“Tongo and Buddy Forever,” Dec. 5). Robby flagged that one, too, with an e-mail:
I thought I told you, they’re only good, and I only read them, when they have Ricky pictures.
Okay, Robby — I get it. Here’s a little early Christmas present for you . . .
Ho, Ho, Ho!
As the treatment of dogs is now a topic of great political moment, the contrast between Hank and Luz v. Mitt is striking. Clearly, all dog lovers will cast their vote for the Hermans.
So, we received your family Christmas card and my daughter checked out all the guys on card. She then said, “You know , Mom, all these guys are really good looking, but I’d really like to go out with this one.” You guessed it. She was pointing at Ricky!