We’ve seen a bunch of firsts for my Duck Dog this past week: 1. his first, legit, off-leash,
Chick magnet
multi-mile run with me (Eureka!); 2. his first successful, full-extension, airborne Frisbee snag (see video), and 3. …
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Après run
For 38 years, running has been my primary sport. For 13 years, dogs — first Ricky the Beagle, now Kemba the Duck Toller — have been my passion. From the git-go, my goal was to…
Whenever Kemba thinks I’m moving too slowly (usually), he makes himself comfortable in the snow and eats wood
It happened the first time maybe a year ago, on our second visit to Lake Mohegan. I’d parked in the lot near the C…
I know, it’s been a while since you’ve heard from me. Don’t think I haven’t been wanting to write. Ah, well, but that’s Beagle Man for you — love the one you’re with. If he’s not hogging the bylines for himself, then it’s Kemba — you know, He Who Can Do No Wrong. Speaking of forgotten dogs, I…
It’s been a great Friday so far. And yes, I do know my days of the week. Duh. I can also tell time, though this may be news to Beagle Man’s friend Rick. Has anyone ever taken note of the fact that I wake Beagle Man every morning at 8 o’clock, give or take a couple of minutes? And that I gaze…
Let’s just get one thing out of the way right off the bat: Does this (photo below) look like
Official souvenir ball of the Zurich airport
just some T-shirt? Yeah, that’s right, I’m talking about Kemba’s wiseguy remark in hi…
I’d be lying if I said I’m not a little bit worried. Beagle Man leaves tonight for his annual Alps ski trip with Matt and Greg and their friends. I saw him packing his bags. That means Mom’s in charge of me. Which is
[caption id="attachment_5690" align="alignright" width="255"] Kemba in Lake Champlain . . .
Yup, you remember correctly: Vermont — the place where Kemba cut his paw wide open in mid-November, forcing him to the D.L. for an entire month. But Vermont is also, for a
Miracle of Chanukah: No more bandage, no more cone-head
You haven’t heard from me much lately. I’ve been too depressed. It’s been a tough three-and-a-half weeks since my little boy cut his paw wide open at Gale Meadows Pond…
