The Zermatt 6 conquer the Matterhorn . . .
“Write about him,” Derr said, nodding in the direction of Harry, the low-slung, fruit-sniffing beagle. We were clustered around the baggage carousel at JFK, last stop on the Zermatt…
[caption id="attachment_4746" align="alignright" width="300"] Kemba the Weather Dog
Saturday afternoon in Vermont it snowed — and kept snowing into the evening. Kemba, being Canadian, was oblivious to the weather (see photo, right); in fact, we were able to gauge the snowfall by how mu…
It’s the Sunday morning of Thanksgiving weekend. Kemba has just gotten me up, as usual, with his polite but insistent mewling — at 6AM. As
Sunrise over Burying Hill Beach, CT . . .
those of you who know the Beagle Man are w…
The three young men pictured below, all brothers, were victims of severe face-lickings over the Thanksgiving weekend. Kemba the Toller, an animal of interest, has been brought in for questioning. Please send any information that might be helpful to the Comments section of this blog. Thank you.
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A nice black lab puppy sniffs Kemba. Cute . . .
This might be better than the $27.99 elk antler.
Heather the Trainer had told me about “Puppy Social,” a drop-in, pay-as-you-go ($10 for the 45-minute session) supervised play g…
Ski country
French Hollow
Wow — four weeks Kemba had been living in Westport as of last Saturday, and I hadn’t yet taken him on a single major road trip! …
My L.A. friend Ilene — we grew up together in Teaneck, NJ — calls me “Wanderlust Dude.” She’s amazed that every year, within 48 hours after
Kemba the Perfect: Fetcning for his master at Burying Hill Beach . . .
returning fro…
Ric-Kemba indulging his shoe fetish
I’ve been thinking about Sa-Jack, my roommate back in my fraternity days, because later this week is my birthday — and two days later, his. Sa-Jack, these days, looks like Jon Stewart, an…
