Posts by Hank

I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know when I say my UConn Huskies are National Champs!  For the FIFTH TIME since 1999!  Five national championships in 25 years!  Next closest number of ‘ships in that same period? Just three — for both Duke and North Carolina.  (What’s up with that, b…

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Don’t let those long skinny legs, ferociously wagging tail (accompanied by ferociously shaking butt), and innocent black eyes fool you: That one-year-old Pickle (before his somewhat sensitive male surgery) was quite the sex fiend.  Last summer — when he was just seven months old! — I saw him on the…

Confucius say: Dog who belongs to you will generally do what you say.  Dog who doesn’t, won’t. “Pickle, come,” I say. Pickle just stares at me.  I’m standing with the back door open.  Pickle is in the yard, 15 feet away, still as a statue.  Carol and I are watching him because Robby and Brianne bo…

I told you, in last month’s post, how the Beagle Man wound up with a Duck Toller.  Which got me to wondering:  How did you all choose your best dog in the world? ROB & CHARLOTTE: SCOUT (4 yrs old) “In 2018, Charlotte and I woke up one morning and decided to go to a rescue shelter we’d been eye…

I’m not even supposed to be thinking about another dog yet.  That’s what was in my head after Ricky, the World’s Most Handsome, Most Lovable, and Most Stubborn Beagle, passed away in April, 2014.  I’d always heard that when your dog dies, you’re so disconsolate that thoughts of the next dog are un…

He’s not a puppy anymore.  Although strangers he runs into on the street, or in the dog park, or on the beach still think he is, based on that eager expression of his, not to mention his hyper activity level. About a year ago, I thought I noticed that Kemba had slowed down just a tiny bit, and loo…

My friend Jeff started life as a cat person.  I well remember Twotone from our growing-up years, and then M’hija, from Jeff’s young-adulthood with his wife Joan, first in NYC, then Virginia.  It wasn’t until the year 2000 that Jeff got his first dog.  (I’m not counting Dog and Friend, the two he h…

Of all the unbendable rules governing weddings and marriage that millennials have inflicted on the world, and themselves, the one that intrigues me most is: get a dog before you get a baby.  (Sometimes, before you even get engaged.)  The thinking seems to be: Might be a good time to break in that a…

[Here, the second installment of my epic poem from 2016.  A related ode, “The Dogs of Sunville,” appeared last summer and celebrated Kemba’s life on the beach.  The rhythm and theme of all three follow Ernest Lawrence Thayer’s “Casey at the Bat,” which is, more or less, the only poem I know.] &nbsp…