I’ve noticed, in the last couple of posts, that Beagle Man’s been featuring my young nephew Pickle quite prominently. I mean, jeez — why don’t we just start calling the blog BLACK LAB MAN?
Confucius say: Dog who belongs to you will generally do what you say. Dog who doesn’t, won’t.
[caption id="attachment_8923" align="alignright" width="257"] Is this 10-month old whippersnapper actually giving me a staredown?
“Pickle, come,” I say.
Pickle just stares at me. I’m standing…
I told you, in last month’s post, how the Beagle Man wound up with a Duck Toller. Which got me to wondering: How did you all choose your best dog in the world?
ROB & CHARLOTTE: SCOUT (4 yrs old)
Scout: Impulse buy
“In 2…
World’s Most Lovable Beagle at age almost-11 (January 2014)
I’m not even supposed to be thinking about another dog yet. That’s what was in my head after Ricky, the World’s Most Handsome, Most Lovable, and Most Stubborn Beagl…
After I’ve completed maybe a trillion fetches of my favorite stick in the surf, what I’ll do is I’ll drop my shoulder, throw myself onto my back, and roll around in the sand. I do this not just once, but again, and again, and again. In this way, I’m able to reach not only
Still at it . . .
He’s not a puppy anymore. Although strangers he runs into on the street, or in the dog park, or on the beach still think he is, based on that eager expression of his, not to mention his hyper activity leve…
My best friend Jeff as my best man, with his soon-to-be wife, Joan. (1972)
My friend Jeff started life as a cat person. I well remember Twotone from our growing-up years, and then M’hija, from Jeff’s young-adulthood with his…
Of all the unbendable rules governing weddings and marriage that millennials have inflicted on the world, and themselves, the one that intrigues me most is: get a dog before you get a baby. (Sometimes, before you even get engaged.) The thinking seems to be: Might be a good time to break in that…
I hear from a lot of “experts” that dogs don’t experience time the way humans do. You can leave your dog for an hour, they say, and to him, it’ll just feel like a second. There’s probably some truth to this. But I think they have it backwards. Here’s how it works.
Every morning, when we’re ge…
[Here, the second installment of my epic poem from 2016. A related ode, “The Dogs of Sunville,” appeared last summer and celebrated Kemba’s life on the beach. The rhythm and theme of all three follow Ernest Lawrence Thayer’s “Casey at the Bat,” which is, more or less, the only poem I know.]
&nb…
