Posts by Ricky

And Why Would I Be Running Away?

I’ve been meaning to address this for a long time: I don’t know why Beagle Man treats me like fine china. It’s nuts. Two years ago, on LA/XC-1, he wouldn’t carry his stuff from the car to the motel room without keeping me right alongside him on the leash. Last year he got the brilliant idea o…

Okay, So That Explains Half the Trip . . .

* * * COUNTDOWN: 6 DAYS TO LA/XC-3 * * * I was gonna tell Beagle Man that he left out a pretty important detail from yesterday’s post — how we’re gonna get back from L.A. after delivering the Pathfinder to Robby — but two readers beat me to the punch. (Thanks, Bill and Mary. And by the way, …

Sit. Stay. Drink.

* * * COUNTDOWN: 31 DAYS TO LA/XC-3 * * * Okay, it may not be as awesome as Beagle Man’s Dog Bark Park Inn, but here’s the place I really want to go. Which probably means we won’t. Sure, I get to write whatever I want in the Roof Rack Report — but the B-Man is still in the driver’s seat. An…

The (New) Official Vehicle of LA/XC-3

For reasons not entirely clear to me, Beagle Man and the missus got rid of the trusty old Acura MDX that carried us across the country and back in comfort and style not once, but twice — and that I fully expected would be our vehicle for the upcoming LA/XC-3 — and replaced it with a brand-new (un…

Left Behind, Again

Every Friday this summer I watch Beagle Man packing up the car. The big green duffel. Mrs. B’s red, flowery overnight bag. B-Man’s backpack. The blue beach bag with the RKH on the side. And then, they pat me on the head, say, “Bye-bye, Cutey” . . . and take off without me! Talk about cruelt…

My Trip To Town Hall

Beagle Man asked Robby to lift me into the shotgun seat of his Jeep. He always says it’s because of his back, but I think he just gets lazy. Anyway, he told Robby he was taking me to Town Hall to renew my dog license. “What does he need a dog license for?” Robby asked. “To show he’s a dog?” …

And They Pay Someone To Do This?

I was reading an article in The New York Times awhile back that gave me paws. (Aha! Two “gotcha’s” in the same sentence! You didn’t know I could read, and you thought Beagle Man was the only one around here who could make stupid puns.) It was about Do I really need this shark suit to look cute? Wow — I think I may have found my soul mate. Listen to this e-mail from my new pal Brinkley: “You posted you’re looking for stories and pictures to be featured in My Pals. I pe…