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…

Yup — still grounded, because of this dumb paw injury.  Beagle Man tells me to be patient, but it’s getting harder and harder.  Here are just a few of the things I’m not allowed to do while I have to wear the stupid bandage on my paw and the stupid cone around my neck: run, jump, fetch, swim at B…

He may be sitting on my lap . . . but this ain’t no lap dog I was in desperate need of relief from the melancholy of being around my poor little Duck Toller, whose paw injury has him more or less under house arrest and condem…

It takes a village: I wrestle Kemba to the floor while Lang does the bandaging Oh, no!  My boy’s back in the cone again!  And the doc says he’ll have to wear it for 10 days!  Along with no activity!  Can anyone imagine my 15-…

What I really wanted to do this past weekend was meet my new Having fun at Burying Hill Beach . . . grand-dog, Ruckus.  But I couldn’t.  The poor little guy was diagnosed with a pretty serious case of pneumonia his first week…

Welcome to the fam! I am so excited! Yesterday my son Greg and my daughter-in-law Kelly, a young, dog-less couple, walked into an Animal Care Center in Harlem, and walked out with their new puppy, Ruckus Herman, an 8-month-ol…

Strangest thing:  We were down at Burying Hill Beach earlier this week, and Beagle Man reached back with the Chuckit and flung a tennis ball far out into the water, as usual.  Of course, I dove in to swim and get it.  Duh.  Now the water’s starting to get a little [caption id=”attachment_5599″ al…

This sense of deja vu I’m feeling?  I kind of had it when I met little Vera on the beach in Montauk, but it really hit me big-time this morning when I was horsing around at Burying Hill Beach with this young pup named Griffin.  And then it all came back to me:  Remember last winter, when I was a …