Posts by Kemba

What’s wrong with this picture?  That’s right:  I’m not in it!  Last month Grace, Supermodel and the dog next door (Photo: Pamela Hanson) my sweet, cutesy next door Vizsla, weaseled her way into a fashion shoot with supermode…

A couple of Saturdays ago, Westport went absolutely nuts!  It happened right around noon, when that guy Joe was announced as our next Dogs welcome President.  Cars honking all up and down the Post Road, and Compo Road South! …

Things I like: •  Carrots.  I like a lot of things besides my kibble, but this is the only people food Mom gives me.  Of course I grab the better stuff when no one’s looking — bagels, salami, pickles, you name it — but then I get in trouble.  Not big trouble, though.  Risk-reward?  Definitely wor…

Are you ready for some football?  I’m sure not!  Beagle Man gets so moody during the football season.  I wonder . . . do you think rooting for the Jets could have anything to do with it?  The season began yesterday with the Thursday Night game (Super Bowl champs Kansas City beat Houston), but Bea…

Beagle Man’s always telling anyone who’ll listen that there’s nothing he’d Where I sleep when I’m in Beagle Man’s and Mom’s room like better than for me to sleep in his bed with him.  But it’s not gonna happen.  Mom says, “A…

We went up to Vermont over the weekend.  Just Mom, Beagle Man, and me.  Things were strange.  Beagle Man took me for a walk along French Hollow Road.  Said we couldn’t do our usual hiking trail around Equinox Pond, because we weren’t supposed to be near anyone.  We drove to the next town — Peru —…

Not long after Ricky the Beagle passed on, Beagle Man announced to Mom that he needed another dog.  “That’s fine,” Mom said, “as long as you understand one thing.  He’ll be your dog.  I won’t walk him.  I won’t wake up with him.  I won’t pick up his poop.  And I won’t play with him.”  I’m that do…

Beagle Man and I were down at Compo Beach yesterday — and boy, was it a beautiful morning!  (I hope you can make out the sun sparkling on the water in the photo, right.)  I dashed over toward the cannons, as I always do, and when I got there, this [caption id=”attachment_7624″ align=”alignright” …

Beagle Man always pats me on the head and tells me I’m a “good, good boy” — but I suppose I could try to be even better . . . •  I will keep my paws off the kitchen counter, and stay away from Mom’s chicken quesadillas.  I’ll be happy with my same-old same-old kibble — jazzed up  with the occasio…

You guys all know how I feel about Beagle Man.  I’d do anything with him, and I’d go anywhere with him.  (Even though he didn’t take me on the Epilogue Trip.)  But there’s one thing I have to say:  He’s a little bit strict and stingy when it comes to food.  He claims it’s for my health — I had a …