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 B…
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
Me and my cousin Bruce
the first time I’ve met him, but he is the GREATEST! I love this guy! At the …
We’re Having a Dog Party! And You’re Invited!
I am SO, SO, SO excited! Mrs. B told me that to welcome me and Beagle Man home from LA/XC-4, and to celebrate the completion of Beagle Man’s series of four cross-country road trips, and to congratulate Robby on his college graduation, she’s throwing a big backyard barbecue FOR ALL THE DOGS I KNO…
Make Up Your Mind, Beagle Man!
Help me out here. I really do want to play by the rules . . . but what are the rules? As far as I can tell, they keep changing. Last
It’s what I do . . .
Monday, down at Huntington Beach in California (seems like a long ti…
Playing It Smart in the Dog Park
I hear Ricky was kind of disappointed with my first Duck Dog post. Said I bounced around from topic to topic — “like a pinball.” I get the feeling he was trying to say I’m immature. I understand what he means. It’s just that I get really excited by a lot of different things. I’m not even 8 m…