I’d like to point out that there’s an awful lot of Husky-mania going on around our house.  Sure, I get it — I was named for the ultimate Husky hero, Kemba Walker.  And we do live in Connecticut.  And UConn is a damn good squad — there’s no doubt about that! But I find myself wondering if there mig…

(* COME ON, NOW — BE HONEST!) When playing fetch with two or more dogs, do you cheat in favor of your own by signaling (a slight nod of the head; a subtle hand signal) in which direction you’ll be throwing? When another twosome (human/dog) approaches for a meet-and-greet, and the human asks, “Is…

Let me tell you something about cross-country skiing: I love it. You know what I mean.  Like I don’t actually wear skis.  I leave that part to Beagle Man.  But there’s a heckuva lot of other things I can do . . . •  I can trot through the snow alongside him, like a good little dog. •  I can dash w…

Spent New Year’s in Vermont, as we pretty much always do.  Because certain of the activities weren’t dog friendly, I got shipped over to my Manchester sitter for a couple of days.  Don’t get me wrong: I actually love staying with Christine and her family, and her four dogs, and the other critters…

I happened upon a Rover.com list last month of the most popular dog names for 2023.  Topping the charts for the males: Charlie (also my grandson’s name); for girl dogs, it was Luna, followed closely by Bella.  This jibes with my personal experience at Winslow dog park, where I’m pretty sure half t…

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 that he’ll drop a ball at your feet after retrieving it.  That he’ll come when he’s called.  (Mostly.)  That he doesn’t…

I noticed it a long time ago.  It was this real cute photo of Matt, as a baby.  He was sitting outside our house in Vermont, on the deck, alongside a six-pack of beer that was named after him!  The brewery is in Utica, NY. — about 150 miles from the Vermont house.  I thought it was super-cool for…

It was a late Saturday afternoon in late August.  By this time, I felt Kemba had had more than enough cavorting on the beach. His beloved Pickle was out for a visit, and the two of them had been at it for hours: fetching in the surf, wrestling in the sand, kissing and making up.  They’d had their…

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 living room slider when you need to pee, or the bathroom door, so you can have a drink out of the toilet. •  Your gorgeous, flowing ears, that…

I just found out that Beagle Man pays Elise and Frankie when he leaves me with them.  And I have to say, that doesn’t really make sense to me. I work for them.  Pretty much the whole time that I’m there.  Frankie even calls me his “apprentice.”  During my last stay, I helped him with his music, jam…