Posts by Hank

I honestly think it’s okay that I’ve started thinking/talking about my next dog.  Here’s how I see it.  Had I just gotten a divorce, let’s say, or become widowed, and then I showed up with a new wife 3 weeks later . . . yeah, that would be in poor taste.  People would talk.  And rightfully so.  Bu…

I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned that last fall I started an after-school writing club for students at Bryant Elementary School in Bridgeport.  We’ve been meeting every Thursday since then, and some of the kids’ work appears on our blog, Is It Friday Yet?  I’ve brought Ricky in to club meetings from…

This morning I drove to Southport Harbor for my daily excursion with Ricky.  Only there was no Ricky. That’s how I’ve been dealing with things since he died a week ago:  I do a lot of the same stuff I always did with him.  I go to our places, and I think, and I walk.  It’s amazing how much more gr…

I know there are still more than 160 days till I hit the road for LA/XC-4, but I find myself looking forward to my annual September cross-country drive earlier and earlier each year.  And this time around there’s gonna be a special bonus that I’m pret-ty excited about. Loyal Beagle Man followers k…

  Item seen on Dogster earlier this week: When you first brought your dog home, her name was Daisy — but now you’ve been together a while, she’s more of a Digger.  Or maybe your gentlemanly Daniel has become a boisterous Danny.  Toni Perling says it’s more than okay to change your dog’s name…

Only dogs in the ring, no trainers.  That way we won’t have to see any more of those sensible shoes and 1950s dresses                               LOOK FOR A NEW BEAGLE MAN POST EVERY THURSDAY.  OR PRETTY CLOSE TO…

Ricky the Beagle, Connecticut’s only dog to have completed three transcontinental road trips (I can’t swear to this, but I’m gonna go with it until someone proves me wrong), is about to embark on another excellent adventure: cross-country skiing! Yesterday, Joe & Pam and Tom & Marcie, all…

Last week Ricky and I were at the vet yet again, having his bloodwork done yet again, as we tinkered with his meds yet again, in an effort to lengthen the intervals between his epileptic seizures yet again.  A woman listening in on my conversation with Dr. B said to me, “Wow!  They really know you…

I’ve told my friend Jeff  time and again to stop sending me his cute little “thought-you-might-like-this” internet items.  I tell him I never, ever read them.  But he keeps sending them.  And, damn it, I keep reading them. A few days into this new year, Jeff forwarded to me an NPR item by Mark Mem…

Come on.  It’s Friday  night of the weekend before Christmas.  You really think I’m gonna write something?  And do I really think anyone’s gonna want to read something?  Nah.  And nah.  It’s game time!  But I’m warning you:  This one makes “Where’s Waldo” look like child’s play.  If you can spot…