Impressive Take-off!
LA/XC-5 DAY ONE: POSTING FROM AUSTINTOWN, OH
Today’s mileage: 460.2
Total LA/XC-5 mileage: 460.2 (duh)
Road Music: Sirius Cycle (one-time-only explanation: I tend to start my road days with the news — especially during this freaky, weird, and scary, but enormously entertaining election season —…
Contingency Plans
* * *COUNTDOWN: 6 DAYS TO LA/XC-5 * * *
Once again, oldest son Matt will be hitching a ride for a short stretch
on my just-around-the-corner (starts in less than one week from today!) Beagle Man cross-country-road-trip-with-dog. As you might recall, Matt joined me and Kemba on our northern return…
Oh, No! Not Again!
* * *COUNTDOWN: 17 DAYS TO LA/XC-5 * * *
What? We’re picking up and driving from here to Los Angeles — again? I thought that trip back in April of 2015 was a one-off! What a nightmare! Does Beagle Man even remember? How I was so nuts over being stuck in the car all day and the motel all night…
Kemba’s Dilemma
* * *COUNTDOWN: 28 DAYS TO LA/XC-5 * * *
Poor Kemba’s been coping with adversity this whole summer.
All my dog wants out of life is to fetch the purple squeaky rubber ball that I chuck into the ocean for him. But when he swims for it, retrieves it, and drops it at my feet, beautfully, like a good…
Kemba’s Beach Birthday Bash Growing By Leaps and Bounds!
Last summer, Kemba’s first birthday celebration on #hermanbeach in
Amagansett was a relatively low-key affair. Kept under wraps until the afternoon of the party, and even then only signaled by a small copy-paper sign taped to the Beagle Man’s surfboard*, there were just seven humans and two dogs…
The Horror! The Horror!
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
focused on the lights being stru…
My Friend Nena
On Thursday, July 7, my good friend Nena (some would say my “girlfriend”) woke up having trouble breathing, so Luz and her niece rushed her to the vet. There was a mass in her lung, it turns out, and her heart was enlarged. Before they could even get her to a specialist, she collapsed and died. …
To You, This Might Look Like Just Any Old Tennis Ball . . .
Got back from a quicky late-night bite at the Grey Goose. I’d been gone for maybe 45 minutes. Kemba greeted me, of course, at the playroom door, all in a lather. God forbid I’d get back from even the shortest trip without dropping everything to play with him.
“Come on, Handsome, let’s go out in…
Mighty Kemba at the Park
The outlook wasn’t sunny over Winslow Park that day;
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 clean from out his jaws; you’ve got to give him credit.
So my dog turned to Jamie, appealing f…
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