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So there we were, Matt and I, sitting in front of Jack’s Coffee in Amagansett, eating our egg-and-cheese, drinking our beverage.  Relaxing.  Not sure if this was last summer or the one before; doesn’t really matter.  A guy who Matt apparently knows starts talking to us.  He’s carrying in his arms…
Beagle Man and I have a joke about Mom.  We call her “Miss Useless.”  Here’s why.  Let’s say I bring a tennis ball to Beagle Man.  Will he throw it?  Of course!  Robby?  Yes.  Greg?  Yes.  Matt?  Yes.  But Mom?  Never.  I’ll drop the ball right in her lap while she’s reading — and she’ll just bru…
My wingman If you can remember back to when your kids were little, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.  Or if you have a dog you treat like a little kid, you’ll also know what I’m talking about.  Kemba had a stomach b…
Matt’s 36.  Greg is 33.  Robby’s 24.  So you’d think my days of dealing with sibling rivalry were history. Then came Kemba.  And Baby Ryan. Technically, they’re not siblings.  (Okay, technically they’re not even the same species.)  But now that Greg and Kelly have moved up from NYC to WePo, Kemba…
Beagle Man couldn’t believe his eyes and ears:  He’d found a dog more hyperactive than Kemba!  This happened on a visit he and the Missus made to their friend Susan in Cali last month, at her
I heard Luz telling Mom the other day she’d read that Duck Tollers are the 25th smartest dog breed.  I actually think that’s a low-ball number.  The rankings were put together by this researcher named Stanley Coren (photo, below), [caption id="attachment_6838" align="alignright" width="206"] And …
[caption id="attachment_6818" align="alignright" width="289"] The Dark Shadow You’ve met Jake before:  First, as one of Ricky the Beagle’s “Best Friends” (back in 2011), and more recently, as the killer of already-dead bunnies (“Rabbit Stew?”).  Jake, along with Nancy and Steve, came to…
Mount Rushmore took a big hit last Monday. Serious shoes to fill Tom Petty’s passing left a gaping hole in the Beagle Man’s personal musical stratosphere.  TP’s nine-and-a-half songs in My Favorite 300 Songs Ever rank second …
Eleven-thirty, Friday night, September 8.  I’d already opted for an E.T.B. (that’s sleepaway camp terminology for early- Don’t let Jake’s “Who, me?” expression fool you. You’re looking at a cold-blooded killer of (already dead) bunnies…
Yesterday’s excitement started shortly after Kemba’s daily first-thing-in-the-morning beach session (pee/poop/fetch-sticks-in-ocean).  The sky was already beginning to look ominous, and a thunderstorm was in the forecast — but I had planned to go for a run, and you all know how much I love changi…

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