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Who’s Cutest?
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 Ry…
Take-Your-Dog-To-School Day
In my most recent post, I wrote about the dogs who crashed my high school reunion two weeks ago. What I neglected to tell you is that just five days later, Kemba crashed the after-school Writing Club I run at Bryant Elementary School in Bridgeport. Okay, so he didn’t exactly crash: The kids hav…
Dogs Crash THS ’67 Reunion!
. . . And no, Kemba wasn’t one of them.
But he certainly got his share of notoriety in absentia! Sandy Stark, the first of my classmates to spot me as I cruised through the doors of the Teaneck (NJ) Marriott at Glenpointe, said, “Well if it isn’t the Beagle Man!” She added that Kemba was the sec…
A Relaxing Day at the Dog Park
It’s 9:15 AM — a gorgeous, blue-sky spring day. I’m driving over to Winslow Park
for a fun, relaxing time with my boys, Kemba and Ruckus.
I park in the Westport Playhouse lot, in the absolute closest spot to the off-leash area, and open the doors. Both dogs make a jailbreak to where a cluster of…
Gaining On Wayne
It’s two days later, and I still feel like I was hit by a truck.
The incident took place Wednesday, in Winslow Park, and it wasn’t a truck that hit me. It was two dogs. Two large, white dogs, running at full speed, like silent cruise missiles. By the time I became aware of them, I was flat on m…
There’s a New Sheriff In Town
A snippet of conversation overheard between Kemba, Ruckus, and Ricky . . .
RUCKUS: What do you make of this new, tiny, squeaky mini-person in the house? And how long d’ya think he’s gonna be around?
RICKY: Bad news, Ruckster. The little guy is part of your pack now. Notice the way your mom an…
Heart
Friday morning I got this text (screenshot, right) from Robby. The time was 7:37 AM, as indicated. Clearly he had
SportsCenter on — no surprise there — as he was getting ready to head to the office. The teaser — BACK IN DAY: CARDIAC KEMBA — caught his eye. Of course, he had to watch — work be…
Burning Questions
I’m often accused, especially by members of my own family, of wasting time pondering things that others find . . . not really important.
Like, what makes some towns choose black letters on white background for their street signs, and others go for the white-on-green look?
Last week one of my writi…
Rules of Engagement
I’m not a big fan of “authorities” telling me what dogs think. You’ll read in the pages of some book: It’s all the same to your dog if you’ve been gone for 15 minutes or 15 hours. Please. Did a dog once tell the author this?
Which is not to say I don’t find myself constantly wondering what my…
So Near, Yet So Far
Kemba’s almost two-and-a-half now, and I guess it’s about time I own up to something: He is not a trained dog.
Oh, sure, he’s house-trained. And he’ll “sit” for you if you care to give him a treat. But by and large, he does whatever he wants.
I meant to have a trained dog this time around. I a…
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