The world’s most scintillating blade of grass It’s no secret that I’m not good at training dogs.  The funny part of this, though, is that a lot of people we run into think Kemba is extremely well behaved.  They’re impressed t…

I noticed it a long time ago.  It was this real cute photo of Matt, as a baby.  He was sitting Matt and his beer outside our house in Vermont, on the deck, alongside a six-pack of beer that was named after him!  The brewery i…

It was a late Saturday afternoon in late August.  By this time, I felt Kemba had had more than enough cavorting on the beach. Beach time with Pickle . . . His beloved Pickle was out for a visit, and the two of them had been a…

Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday, best boy!  Here are nine things I love about you. •  The way you quietly, patiently stare at a closed door you need me to open — like the Why did the chicken — or the dog, for that matter — cross the road?  When Kemba was a puppy, he and I worked with a dog trainer.  Neither of us — Kemba nor I — did that great.  The trainer was a perfectionist.  I wasn’t.  Dur…

We call these two Uncle Kemba and his nephew, Pickle, but in this video they look more like kissin’ cousins. 😍

Wait a minute, Rucky. Weren’t you just begging to go out?? Sometimes when Greg and Kelly both need to be away from their house, Greg will ask me to look in on Ruckus, let him out to pee, maybe play with him for awhile.  When …