Only dogs in the ring, no trainers.  That way we won’t have to see any more of those sensible shoes and 1950s dresses                               LOOK FOR A NEW BEAGLE MAN POST EVERY THURSDAY.  OR PRETTY CLOSE TO…

Ricky the Beagle, Connecticut’s only dog to have completed three transcontinental road trips (I can’t swear to this, but I’m gonna go with it until someone proves me wrong), is about to embark on another excellent adventure: cross-country skiing! Yesterday, Joe & Pam and Tom & Marcie, all…

As you all know, I love Vermont.  Playing in all that fresh snow.  (And eating it.)  Smelling lots and lots of other animals — ones they don’t have around here.  Snuggling all cozy by the fire while Beagle Man and the Mrs. read, or watch football or hoops.  But I don’t always get to go along.  The…

Last week Ricky and I were at the vet yet again, having his bloodwork done yet again, as we tinkered with his meds yet again, in an effort to lengthen the intervals between his epileptic seizures yet again.  A woman listening in on my conversation with Dr. B said to me, “Wow!  They really know you…

Yes, yes, of course you’ve already seen this video, which has become a huge, worldwide YouTube hit and is being shown everywhere.  The clip has been forwarded to Beagle Man personally by Pam G. and Carol F. and Matt H. and Katie M. and Jeff K. and Eric W. and I’m sure a slew of other people I’ve…

I’ve told my friend Jeff  time and again to stop sending me his cute little “thought-you-might-like-this” internet items.  I tell him I never, ever read them.  But he keeps sending them.  And, damn it, I keep reading them. A few days into this new year, Jeff forwarded to me an NPR item by Mark Mem…

Luz got me a new squeaky toy for Christmas.  It’s hard to explain, but there’s just something about them . . . I absolutely love squeaky toys.  Maybe because playing with them makes me feel like a puppy again?  Good ol’ Luz!  Beagle Man gave me a stocking, full to the velvet cuff, with . . . all my…

Day before Christmas.  Everyone in my house is running around tying up loose ends.  I guess I’ll do the same, since it appears nobody’s going to pay any attention to me.  I probably won’t even get fed.  Okay, first thing — the answer to Beagle Man’s cutesy little “Where’s Ricky?” puzzle from last…

Come on.  It’s Friday  night of the weekend before Christmas.  You really think I’m gonna write something?  And do I really think anyone’s gonna want to read something?  Nah.  And nah.  It’s game time!  But I’m warning you:  This one makes “Where’s Waldo” look like child’s play.  If you can spot…

Last week Ricky sat in on not just one, but two of my writing workshops.  The first was the Tuesday After-School Writing Club I started for fifth- and sixth-graders at Bryant Elementary School in Bridgeport.  The second, the next day, was my evening memoir writing course at Trinity College in Hart…