Posts by Ricky

Barry Wins — And Then Thanks Ricky!

Oh, sure, I was around in 2004 and 2008, but I didn’t take part in those elections the way I did this year. I mean . . . my own blog? And actually being allowed inside the polling place? They didn’t know quite what to make of me at first: B-Man asked a campaigner outside if it would be all righ…

Sandy, Chris, Barry, and Mitt

Bummer! No debate this week. Though I couldn’t have watched it, anyway; we still have no power, thanks to Hurricane Sandy — or “Super Storm Sandy,” as they’re now calling it on radio. Cute. Come to think of it, how am I going to watch Brad and Carrie hosting the CMA’s tonight? I suppose we c…

I Want To Kiss A Dog

Yes, of course this title is a play on Keith Urban’s I Want To Kiss A Girl. You know I pretty much spend my life riding shotgun in Beagle Man’s car, and I know every song on his iPod by heart. So today Dogster ran a headline — Do You Kiss Your Dog? You Might Wanna Stop — and it went on to say t…

Barry Growls Back

Three debates down, one to go. Lots of late nights for moi! I liked hearing Barry growl last night — though howling would have been even better. My personal opinion? He kicked Seamus’s dad’s butt. Of course, it didn’t hurt having that Candy lady on our side. 🙂 Actually, I thought both ca…

Mock Debate

Mrs. Beagle Man thought the veep did real well last night, holding down the fort while Barry licked his wounds and got ready for next week. “Sort of Biden his time?” B-Man said. They both thought this was a riot. The thing that impressed me was what a great guy old Joe is. I’ve always like…

You Snooze, You Lose

Anyone watch the whole debate last night? I listened all day to the analysis on CNN and Fox News (I like to hear what the elephant-guys are thinking) — and then I fell asleep one minute in, right after Mitt wished Barrack and the Mrs. a happy anniversary! Damn! I do enjoy my sleep: I probabl…

Thanks a Lot, Beagle Man!

It’s a good thing we’re almost back in CT, because I’m just about at the end of my leash. I think by now most of you have recognized my Roof Rack Reports as an attempt to establish my independence, and to distance my astute political commentary from Beagle Man’s numbskull ramblings about sports,…

Dream Job — Part Two

So there’s this item about Nikka the Drug-Sniffing Dog in the Huff Post “Weird News” section on Wednesday. I didn’t see it until a couple of days later, because Beagle Man was hogging the laptop. Turns out this Nikka lives in Vaughn, New Mexico. We passed through Vaughn on Wednesday — probably…

Go Figure!

We’re heading back east! I get to see Luz in less than a week! Although, honestly, they didn’t treat me too shabby in the Loews Santa Monica. Everybody made a huge fuss over me — even though I made them shampoo the rug in our room at least once a day. Wear a purple bandage on your paw, and yo…

Dream Job

I was thinking yesterday in the vet’s office (oh, and btw: Nice job with that revolving door, B-Man) that I’m really glad we were able to pay the vet the $119 we owed, and that we also pay our taxes. No way I’d want to be part of that 47% who don’t pay income tax and who feel they’re entitled t…