Well it’s about time! Beagle Man finally took me along to Montauk this past weekend. He’s been leaving me behind in Westport, just because I tend to steal the occasional steak or burger when they’re grilling. (Hello? I’m a beagle?) He gave me another chance, and for the most part, I thought I behaved pretty well. Which is good, because I have a lot of friends out at the beach — and I made some more over the weekend: Bandit, a tiny 5-month-old Yorktese girl puppy, and Montauk (“Monty”), a just-as-tiny 4-month-old Cavapoo boy puppy. They’re both pretty damn cute — little balls of fluff — and they’re constantly tumbling over each other. I really don’t know where they get their energy. But they look up to me, and I like that. What I didn’t like is when Beagle Man put me in their play pen (Please! I’m 9 years old!), so I peed on Monty’s towel. But he bit my tail, so I think we’re good.
MY PALS WILL BE RIGHT HERE ON MONDAYS. IT’S ABOUT, UH . . . MY PALS. IS YOUR DOG LIKE ME . . . HANDSOME? MIND OF HIS OWN? TELL ME. MAYBE YOUR PUP WILL TURN UP IN “MY PALS.”SEND YOUR STORY AND PHOTO TO BEAGLE MAN . HE HANDLES MY E-MAIL FOR ME.
I laughed out loud when I read this latest post on the puppies and Ricky. It sounded like something my Spanky would’ve done peeing on their blanket. Hey, seniority rules and beagles rule.
I laughed out loud when I read this latest post on the puppies and Ricky. It sounded like something my Spanky would’ve done peeing on their blanket. Hey, seniority rules and beagles rule.
You go, Spanky! You go, Ricky! Nice to hear from you again, Janet!