Kemba, what the heck!!??
Me? Did I do something wrong?
Last night around 10 I sent him out to the backyard for his goodnight pee. Fairly normal stuff. Sometimes he’ll prowl the property a bit, though there’s not a helluva l…
Beagle Man sent around a family text earlier this week with a link to a New York Times article. It was called “Remembering the One and Only Uno” (Richard Sandomir). Well, I sure do. Remember him, that is. Uno was one of my idols. He was the first Beagle to ever win Best in Show at Westminste…
Yep, here I am, back home at the beach after my two weeks at “sleep-away camp.” (Don’t worry, I never fell for that sleep-away camp story. I’m not stupid. I just played along because I could tell how guilty Beagle Man felt about sending me.) Actually, my “counselor” Marlon turned out to be a p…
Last first-thing-in-the-morning beach walk before camp . . .
No paws up on my side of the bed this morning. No licks and kisses to wake me up. No fetch/walk along the beach before breakfast. No watching my dog jump up on h…
The smallest of the AKC’s retrievers, the Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever is intelligent, affectionate, and eager to please. Play fetch with a tireless Toller until your right arm falls off, and he will ask you to throw left-handed. — American Kennel Clu…
I’ll bet most of you have figured out by now that Beagle Man is a creature of habit. That’s why, when he walks through the door at Jack’s Coffee in Amagansett in the morning, Brian, the manager,
[caption id="attachment_7002" align="alignright" width="225"] Out with the old . . .
A few weeks ago, we moved from the only house I’ve ever known. (Not counting Shelley and Steve’s, in Ardoise, Nova Scotia — but that was only for 10 weeks, and to be perfectly honest, I only know about…
