Posts by Hank

Usually when I visit my barber shop, they’ve got Shibani Joshi or Neil Cavuto or some other talking head from the Fox Business Network squawking about the U.S.’s role in th…

Somewhere along the line during UConn’s historic and magnificent run through the Big East Tournament and then March Madness, Kemba Walker mentioned Sunday, May 8 as being a very big day for him…

Though I hinted this might be the case in an earlier post, now it’s fact: Our youngest son is heading west to USC in August to start his college career, and my wife and I couldn’t be happier: …

Last October, my friend Chris — also a writer — informed me that Lukie, her beloved Lhasa Apso, had passed away. So I was glad to hear that recently she got a new pup, another Lhasa Apso. She also told me t…

As Carol came in from the garage to the playroom last night, she was blitzed by an eager, kissing, licking, tail-wagging little beagle. He, of course, had heard the car pull up, and was waiting by the door. I followed Carol a moment later, and got the exact same treatment. We’d been in Vermont…

Ricky’s not a perfect dog. Where food is concerned, he has no morals whatsoever. What’s his is his, and what’s yours is his. He’d steal your croissant soon as look at you. On top of that, he’s stubborn to th…

I hear that shakety-shake-shake-shake, ears flopping side to side against his head — the universal sound of Dog Waking Up. It’s pitch black. Four A.M. This is a little early for Ricky’s mo…

In a recent post (“Dad, Can I Have a Dog?”), I traced Robby’s campaign that led to Ricky’s becoming a member of our household. Now I realize I left out an important part. Yes, from the time his middle brother went away to college (leaving Robby an “only child”) till he finally wore me down more…

No, it’s not my intention to turn BEAGLE MAN into a travelogue; it just happens that we found ourselves in Southern California a few days after our Costa Rica vacation. Seems our youngest son may be L.A.-bound for college next year, and we were out on campus for a meet-and-greet. Imagine if we …

They were a sight for sore eyes, the Beagle Brigade — the first thing we saw back on U.S. soil at Miami International Airport. We’d read about them before in the newspapers, but here they were, up close and personal (see photo, right), sniffing and tugging and pulling — caring not one iota ab…