Beagleman – Page 50

Egrets Only

Spotted a lot of creatures while we were down in FLA last week. Ricky wasn’t with us on the trip, so no photos of him in this post. (Robby, feel free to stop reading now.) From the terrace of our room on Captiva we could see dolphins leaping. At least I could see them. I kept screaming out f…

The Curse of Homer

You name it, it’s my fault. In my house I get blamed for everything sports-related. Robby didn’t play high school lacrosse? My fault for raising him to be a baseball player. None of the boys get to root for Eli and the Giants in two weeks against the hated Pats? My fault for being a Jets fan…

Odd Couple

Romeo and Juliet. Antony and Cleopatra. Superman and Lois Lane. Bogart and Bacall. Ricky and Nena. It might not have quite the same ring, but you should see the two of them. Nena, a chihuahua belonging to Luz’s niece, is a frequent overnight guest at Luz’s apartment, so Ricky and Nena have spent…

Coneheads

Of course you remember the Coneheads, from the planet Remulak. Dan Aykroyd as Beldar. Jane Curtin as Prymaat. Laraine Newman as their daughter, Connie. Chugging entire six-packs of beer at once. Inhaling packages of cigarettes. Yapping about “consumables” and “parental units” in their synth…

Cutest Dog You’ve Ever Seen

We were on our way back to our friends Jeff and Joan’s house in Alexandria, Virginia, after a rousing celebration of our anniversary at Geranio, an Italian restaurant in Old Town. Pulling into their driveway, we could see Toby, their Bichon, waiting in the bay window of the living room. “Aww,”…

You Want Ricky Pictures? I’ll Show You Ricky Pictures . . .

On June 12, right after I wrote a blog post about two beagles I run into frequently down at Southport Harbor (“Is It Maggie and Dutch?”), I got called on the carpet via an e-mail from Robby: Not a good post at all. Not helped by the fact that there’s no Ricky picture — that’s the best freaking pa…

St. Luz

Anyone who enters our playroom via the garage between 1 and 2:30 PM will all but trip over an eager, expectant, tail-wagging, door-blocking beagle who has been waiting steadfastly on that very spot for hours. If that anyone is me, or Carol, or Matt, or Greg, the tail will gradually slow down, dis…

Tongo and Buddy Forever

I stepped out the front door of our house in Vermont on Saturday to go for a run — and was almost bowled over by a high-spirited, hyper-friendly young Kerry Blue terrier who came bounding at me like an over-wound-up Disney pet from Toy Story. I didn’t recognize the pup. “Don’t you have another d…

I Never Thought I’d See the Day . . .

I’m not sure how, or why, it happened. That two weeks ago was my birthday? That it was Thanksgiving weekend — and this was part of the family spirit? Was there a full moon? On Saturday, I said to everyone, as I often do, “I’m taking Ricky on a hike to Snout Hook* tomorrow. Anyone want to go?”…

Map Man

Yes, I did become something of a Garmin junkie during LA/XC — but deep down, I’m all about maps. About getting directions in advance. About being prepared. About knowing where I’m going. I was actually going to say we’re a map family, because I have this picture in my head of Matt, my oldest s…