For reasons not entirely clear to me, Beagle Man and the missus got rid of the trusty old Acura MDX that carried us across the country and back in comfort and style not once, but twice — and that I fully expected would be our vehicle for the upcoming LA/XC-3 — and replaced it with a brand-new (un…

Every Friday this summer I watch Beagle Man packing up the car.  The big green duffel.  Mrs. B’s red, flowery overnight bag.  B-Man’s backpack.  The blue beach bag with the RKH on the side.  And then, they pat me on the head, say, “Bye-bye, Cutey” . . . and take off without me!  Talk about cruelt…

Broken perch (You can see the perch/arm drooping more clearly in the close-up photo, left) Back home in WePo after the long, glorious, perfect-sizzling-sunny-summer-beach-weather weekend in Paradise, aka Montauk.  Early-morni…

I’ve told the story a bunch of times about the night during LA/XC-1 that my Garmin went kablooey on me in the Badlands and I had to slink into a cowboy bar and ask for directions.  I knew I’d be pegged as an outsider, but I was hoping to look as little like a pathetic easterner as possible, so I …

Beagle Man asked Robby to lift me into the shotgun seat of his Jeep.  He always says it’s because of his back, but I think he just gets lazy.  Anyway, he told Robby he was taking me to Town Hall to renew my dog license.  “What does he need a dog license for?” Robby asked.  “To show he’s a dog?”  …

“Ricky, lie down and fall asleep on the tile floor in the kitchen. Good boy!” No, it’s not your imagination; Robby’s been making way more appearances in Beagle Man than usual lately.  That’s cause he’s home from school for th…

I was reading an article in The New York Times awhile back that gave me paws.  (Aha!  Two “gotcha’s” in the same sentence!  You didn’t know I could read, and you thought Beagle Man was the only one around here who could make stupid puns.)  It was about Ricky, my pet animal, rides shotgun Robby and I laugh at a lot of the same stuff.  Sometimes we even make identical puns simultaneously.  I find his deadpan tweet-humor hilarious.  He laughs hysterically at my corny “daddy jo…

Robby and his college friends, Sam and Jon, had just come back from golf at Longshore.  Though I’d been hanging with them just a few hours earlier, I act as if I haven’t seen them in years — I do this — my tail wagging furiously.  So of course they The kids fuss over him; Ricky makes the best of it Let’s face it.  When your dog has a command performance to make — especially when it’s inside — there’s one thing you’re going to worry about.  Oh, sure, you can see to it th…