My wingman
If you can remember back to when your kids were little, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about. Or if you have a dog you treat like a little kid, you’ll also know what I’m talking about. Kemba had a stomach b…
Matt’s 36. Greg is 33. Robby’s 24. So you’d think my days of dealing with sibling rivalry were history.
Then came Kemba. And Baby Ryan.
Technically, they’re not siblings. (Okay, technically they’re not even the same species.) But now that Greg and Kelly have moved up from NYC to WePo, Kemba…
The Dark Shadow
You’ve met Jake before: First, as one of Ricky the Beagle’s “Best Friends” (back in 2011), and more recently, as the killer of already-dead bunnies (“Rabbit Stew?”). Jake, along with Nancy and Steve, came to…
Mount Rushmore took a big hit last Monday.
Serious shoes to fill
Tom Petty’s passing left a gaping hole in the Beagle Man’s personal musical stratosphere. TP’s nine-and-a-half songs in My Favorite 300 Songs Ever rank second …
Yesterday’s excitement started shortly after Kemba’s daily first-thing-in-the-morning beach session (pee/poop/fetch-sticks-in-ocean). The sky was already beginning to look ominous, and a thunderstorm was in the forecast — but I had planned to go for a run, and you all know how much I love changi…
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Party favors
“Hey, could you bring down some rope from the house so we can cordon off our section of the beach to stop the …
I pulled up to the fence outside Jack’s Coffee in Amagansett on my bike. Greg and Kelly were
Kemba?
already there, sitting on one of the benches. Greg had just finished his workout across the street at Barry’s Bootcamp. Ke…
Hank’s Gang: L-R, standing: Edith, Jorion, Ashley, Jaysa, Aaliyah; Foreground: Victoria (Edith’s little sister), Kelly, Kemba
In my most recent post, I wrote about the dogs who crashed my high school reunion two weeks ago. W…
. . . And no, Kemba wasn’t one of them.
Yup. The Beagle Man.
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) Marr…
