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Beagle Man Wimps Out — Again!
Lye Brook Falls. Lye Brook Falls. All winter, whenever
we’ve done hikes in the woods, I keep hearing about the time back in the fall of 2013 — I wasn’t even born yet! —that Beagle Man and Langdon and Mike made it up to Lye Brook Falls. No disrespect, but if those oldies could get there, I could…
Friday Night Social Club
It’s been a great Friday so far. And yes, I do know my days of the week. Duh. I can also tell time, though this may be news to Beagle Man’s friend Rick. Has anyone ever taken note of the fact that I wake Beagle Man every morning at 8 o’clock, give or take a couple of minutes? And that I gaze a…
One Tough Week Ahead
I’d be lying if I said I’m not a little bit worried. Beagle Man leaves tonight for his annual Alps ski trip with Matt and Greg and their friends. I saw him packing his bags. That means Mom’s in charge of me. Which is
fine. . . in certain ways. I mean, I’ll get fed. And she’ll throw me some r…
Finally . . . RUCKUS!
I’ve been hearing all the buzz about this so-called “nephew” of mine since early November, but I was starting to wonder if he was really real. First I’m not allowed to see him because he has pneumonia. Then, he’s all better, but he’s still “contagious.” And when he’s finally not contagious, I’m…
Woe Is Me!
Yup — still grounded, because of this dumb paw injury. Beagle Man tells me to be patient, but it’s getting harder and harder. Here are just a few of the things I’m not allowed to do while I have to wear the stupid bandage on my paw and the stupid cone around my neck: run, jump, fetch, swim at Bur…
What the Heck Is a Malcolm?
Strangest thing: We were down at Burying Hill Beach earlier this week, and Beagle Man reached back with the Chuckit and flung a tennis ball far out into the water, as usual. Of course, I dove in to swim and get it. Duh. Now the water’s starting to get a little
cool, which doesn’t bother me one…
A Salty Dog Story
This sense of deja vu I’m feeling? I kind of had it when I met little Vera on the beach in Montauk, but it really hit me big-time this morning when I was horsing around at Burying Hill Beach with this young pup named Griffin. And then it all came back to me: Remember last winter, when I was a ti…
Go Ahead, Make My Day
I couldn’t believe it when I saw the Marine Patrol four-wheel drive stop in the sand right behind our chairs. What the heck???!!! We just got our case dismissed on Monday, and here we were on Thursday, getting hassled again?? The officer got out and walked toward us with this arrogant, fake-chee…
The Waiting
Beagle Man takes me to the dog park. He takes me to the beach and launches balls into the ocean with the chuckit for hours. He takes me on all his errands — Walgreen’s, the dry cleaners, Pet Supplies Plus, Staples. He takes me when he goes out to dinner, though I usually have to stay in the car…
Enough About the Wedding!
I met three dogs named Stella at the dog park this morning. Three! Beagle Man says if I’d been a girl, I would have been named Stella, after his mom. Robby says I couldn’t have been a girl because there’s no way he would have let a girl dog in the house. Hey, has anyone noticed Beagle Man hasn’…
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