As Beagle Man promised at the end of his last post, he drove over to East Hampton Town Justice Court on Friday, To repeat what the B-Man said last week: Is this the face of a hardened criminal? hoping to finally resolve Kemba’s little legal snafu over being off-leash at the beach.  No such luck.  Instead, he got a 12 noon August  24 court date!  And poor Kelly (remember, it’s actually her ticket) will have to be present.  Or a lawyer, in her place.  A lawyer!  For a $100...

On Sunday, July 12, Kemba was arrested.  Well, actually, Kelly was arrested.  Well, not really arrested.  She got a ticket. Is this the face of a hardened criminal? So here’s what happened.  On a beautiful, peaceful, sunny Sunday afternoon, my daughter-in-law — I like saying that — came up to the house from the beach with Kemba, looking for her driver’s license.  “We just got a ticket,” Kelly, aka The Nicest Person on Earth, said.  I couldn’t imagine...

So  by now you know I really like Kemba; we’ve established that.  He’s cool, and he’s got a lot of heart — like Hates dogs Loves people some other dog who used to hang out with the Beagle Man.  But he’s almost 11 months old, and he’s still a little, I don’t know . . . foolish?  B-Man has this friend Joe.  Joe doesn’t really like the beach, and he clearly doesn’t like dogs.  The only reason he comes out to Montauk is to spend time with...

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.  He takes me to the train station to pick up or to drop off Matt or Greg or Robby.  He takes me on super-long trips — Vermont, Montauk, even all the way across the whole country to...

“Hey, wanna toss my tennis ball for me?” Who could resist this face? Sharing is over-rated.  I’ve always said it.  Most guys I know feel the same way.  (I do think this is one of those male/female divides.)  I’m talking about sharing food, for the most part.  I’ll order a medium-sized cup of home-made soft ice cream at Bostwick’s, let’s say.  Carol will undoubtedly ask for a taste.  I’ll offer to order another cup for her. ...

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’t posted in like, two weeks?  And he hasn’t let me post in over a month?  That’s because everyone’s been so caught up in Greg and Kelly’s...

Tulip plant (minus tulip) I only heard about all this last week. Apparently Luz, who most of you know as Robby’s old baby-sitter and patron saint of Ricky, Kemba, and all dogs everywhere, had planted some tulip seeds two, maybe three years ago, in a pot in the kitchen.  And waited for it to Does this look like the face of a cold-blooded, tulip-eating felon? flower.  And waited.  And waited.  Tulips, I’ve since learned from Wikipedia, can take a very long time to bloom. ...

Best friends Patty, the youngest of my three nieces, and Teddy, her husband, have a four-and-a-half-year-old black Lab named Bruce.  Bruce might just be the nicest dog you’ll ever meet: mellow, friendly, good-natured, well-trained — and happy to do pretty much whatever.    Beagle Man followers first met Bruce back in 2012, during LA/XC-2, when Ricky the Beagle and I visited Patty and Teddy in Palo Alto, where they were living at the time.  Ricky also wrote about Bruce,...

I am having the best time EV-ER!  We’re out at the beach in Montauk, and Patty and Teddy brought my cousin Bruce.  This is Me and my cousin Bruce the first time I’ve met him, but he is the GREATEST!  I love this guy!  At the very beginning we weren’t so sure:  I sniffed, he sniffed, I barked, he barked.  But then we played a little tug-o’-war, and the rest is history.  To tell you the Did Beagle Man really think this fence was gonna keep us from the hot dogs...

Where he is . . . This past weekend Kemba jumped off the roof. Yes, my writing students at Blackham Middle School in Bridgeport, this is hyperbole.  But not by much. Wait, though.  Let’s back up a little. From the time Kemba emigrated from Canada, as a little ball of fluff, he never seemed to be where we were sure we’d last seen him.  Example:  Carol and I are in the dining room, at dinner . . . Beagle Man:  Where’s Kemba? Mrs. B:  He’s right here, at my...