Weekend before last, on Friday afternoon, this monstrous, huge, scary ball appeared out of nowhere on the beach, in front of the White Sands Motel. I made sure to keep as much ground between me and it as possible. Beagle Man didn’t seem upset by the thing; he was
Kemba and friend
But the parking lot was all but full, and Kemba still had to play.
And then when Patricia kicked the ball and Kemba went to get it,
Bullet snatched it clea…
Kemba tells me he misses this view . . .
Was talking last Friday to one of my Hartford writing students — a hardcore dog lover who also happens to be a big-time fan of this blog. She knows pretty much all there is to know ab…
Kemba and Ruckus spent the long Memorial Day weekend together at the beach in
Synchronized front-door-watching
Montauk. The Tuesday after, our daughter-in-law Kelly told us, Ruckus refused to go to Biscuits & Bath, the d…
Should Beagle Man be asking Steve the Breeder for his money back? I know, I know, this sounds pretty petty, especially coming from me, the dog Kemba replaced. But seriously — isn’t he
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Last Sunday morning, 8AM, Robby stumbled into our bedroom. “Here’s Kemba,” he announced, then quickly ducked back into his own room before I could react. It would have been nice if he’d let Kemba out to pee and gi…
