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 Let’s see a wolf do this this dude Brian Hare, who studies dogs for a living, and runs a company called Dognition.  Seriously?  This is a career?  And wait till you hear some of the doozies he’s...

Ricky, my pet animal, rides shotgun Robby and I laugh at a lot of the same stuff.  Sometimes we even make identical puns simultaneously.  I find his deadpan tweet-humor hilarious.  He laughs hysterically at my corny “daddy jokes.”  We both think those AT&T “It’s not complicated” spots (pickle roll, puppy brother, at al) with the little kids and the serious adult suit sitting around the miniature table are a riot.  All this in spite of the fact that...

Robby and his college friends, Sam and Jon, had just come back from golf at Longshore.  Though I’d been hanging with them just a few hours earlier, I act as if I haven’t seen them in years — I do this — my tail wagging furiously.  So of course they I’ve never met a car I don’t want to ride in make a huge fuss over me, which is what I was after.  So far so good.  Sam and Jon say goodbye to Robby, open the car doors, and get ready to drive back to Long...

The kids fuss over him; Ricky makes the best of it Let’s face it.  When your dog has a command performance to make — especially when it’s inside — there’s one thing you’re going to worry about.  Oh, sure, you can see to it that he goes before he gets there.  But still . . . Earlier this week Ricky was scheduled for just such a gig — an appearance at the Bryant Elementary School in Bridgeport.  I go there once a month to read aloud to kids in Mr. P.’s...

When I was a puppy, I actually loved going to the vet.  I’d bound up the stairs, dart into the waiting room, sit back and let everyone admire me.  Next, I’d smell all the dogs’ heinies, try to steal some kibble from the “take some if you need it” pile (I needed it), Why am I so cool, calm, and collected? Because Nena’s the one getting the shots sweet-talk Analie at reception into giving me a treat, and crack everyone up by not sitting still for...

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 personally would not have chosen this picture or this story, but my beagle mom thinks it’s hilarious.  How can someone who has such good taste in dog biscuits have such poor taste in dog photos?  My beagle parents go to the beach in South...

Meet Samie the Ferret I know, I know — a lot of pix lately of Beagle Man with other pets.  Hmmm.  Well, at least this one’s not another dog, so I don’t really have a problem with it.  Meet my friend Samie the Ferret, who weighs in at a whopping 2 pounds!  Truth is, I don’t know how accurate that measurement is.  Slava and Luba, his owners, tried to weigh him on a postage scale — but he wouldn’t sit still.  Good for him.  That’s exactly what I do when...

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When Mrs. B first brought up the idea of a visit to the Chapel Hill cousins, Beagle Man said, “Why don’t we drive down and take Ricky?”  Okay, I’ll give him that.  But he caved pretty easily.  When she said it would make more sense to drive to Philly, pick up Nana, and then fly to Raleigh-Durham . . . boom!  He was right on board.  So I missed out on B&B: Beagle Man and Bingo. (Aw, aren’t they just adorable together?) another great trip.  What else...

I’ve said many times that there is absolutely nothing my dog won’t eat.  I’ve lied.  He won’t eat grapefruit. I find this more than a little ironic, since I’ve eaten more grapefruit than any other human who has ever walked this earth.  I’m not sure I could prove that to, say, Guinness World Records standards, but I can tell you this:  I’ve had a grapefruit with every non-restaurant dinner I’ve eaten from the time I was about five years...