CAPTAIN OBVIOUS
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…
Best Friends
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…
PUPPY DOGS AND DIAMOND RINGS
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…
“One Second . . .”
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…
MIGHTY KEMBA AT THE PARK (PART DEUX)
[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.]
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PICKLED SILLY
I knew it would be bad, but not this bad.
Notice me in the background? Good — ’cause nobody else did.
You’ve been seeing a lot about Pickle, Robby and Brianne’s new puppy, in BEAGLE MAN. I wrote about him back on February 1 …
LETTER FROM MARIUPOL
A close friend who’s from Ukraine forwarded to us this report — “Waiting for Death.” Kemba, Ricky, and I thought all of our BEAGLE MAN followers should see it, too. It was written last Sunday by a resident of Mariupol, Nadiya Sukhorukova, and translated by Laura Olla AZ Palmer:
I go outside in …
DISHWASHER SURFING
Glad to see the young fella is upholding a truly great tradition . . . (Check out Beagle Man’s 2013 post on the subject.)
Pickle, February 2022, at two months
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PICKLE-MANIA!
Don’t say I didn’t warn you. It’s right there in my last post: when Pickle arrives, it’s gonna be Kemba-Who? Pickle this. Pickle that. Might as well call it The Adoration of the Puppy. Texts, photos, phone calls to everyone in the family — all about Pickle. Not even so much as a “How’s Kemb…
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