When I was a puppy, I actually loved going to the vet.  I’d bound up the stairs, dart into the waiting room, sit back and let everyone admire me.  Next, I’d smell all the dogs’ heinies, try to steal some kibble from the “take some if you need it” pile (I needed it), Do I really need this shark suit to look cute? Wow — I think I may have found my soul mate.  Listen to this e-mail from my new pal Brinkley:  “You posted you’re looking for stories and pictures to be featured in My Pals. I pe…

Meet Samie the Ferret I know, I know — a lot of pix lately of Beagle Man with other pets.  Hmmm.  Well, at least this one’s not another dog, so I don’t really have a problem with it.  Meet my friend Samie the Ferret, who weig…

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When Mrs. B first brought up the idea of a visit to the Chapel Hill cousins, Beagle Man said, “Why don’t we drive down and take Ricky?”  Okay, I’ll give him that.  But he caved pretty easily.  When she said it would make more sense to drive to Philly, pick up Nana, and then fly to Raleigh-Durham …

I’ve said many times that there is absolutely nothing my dog won’t eat.  I’ve lied.  He won’t eat grapefruit. I find this more than a little ironic, since I’ve eaten more grapefruit than any other human who has ever walked this earth.  I’m not sure I could prove that to, say, Guinness World Recor…

I overheard Beagle Man and the Mrs. talking about organizing a “family reunion.”  Huh???  I always thought Mrs. B and the B-Man were my mom and pop — and that Matt, Greg, and Robby were my bro’s.  Well guess what?  Turns out I have this whole other family!  There’s my mom, Cookie the Crumbsnatche…

Still life with weaponry: old-fashioned electric heating pad; Elasto-Gel ice belt; reusable ice pack; heavy-duty knee brace; Velcro back brace; Biofreeze; Arthrotec; Percocet; Advil Carol gets home from late-afternoon focus g…

Maybe it was something I ate, but I wasn’t myself the whole weekend.  I couldn’t seem to hold it in, and I peed on the carpet in the living room, the ping pong room . . . pretty much everywhere.  Mrs. Beagle Man was beside herself, literally screaming at B-Man:  “And you’re actually thinking of g…

When Mrs. Beagle Man took the train down to Philly over the weekend, she came back not only with Nana, but also with Nana’s 2004 Toyota Corolla.  Nana turns 90 this summer, and is finally calling it a career as a driver.  (I heard Beagle Man say this is really good news for the rest of the drivi…