Beagleman – Page 51

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…

Top Dogs

A couple of weeks ago Beagle Man received a very interesting request: I was invited to be on the panel of judges for Westport Animal Shelter Advocates’ (WASA) Top Dog photo/essay contest. My name had been submitted by a dog-walking friend who volunteers at WASA, a group that was formed sever…

The day Ricky refused to eat

Remember last spring when Harold Camping and his merry band of evangelicals insisted that the Bible had revealed Judgment Day — and that the world was going to end on May 21? It didn’t. Now what I always thought is that the world was going to end if you put some food in front of my dog and he didn…

One scoop, please

LINEUP: Which of these hardened canines do you think is the perp in the Fairfax County pooper scooper scandal? So here’s what happened: An argument between neighbors in Fairfax County, Virginia, over unscooped dog poop got out of hand, and actually wound up in front of a jury in County court. T…

#34, for the Miami Dolphins . . . Ricky Williams Herman!

Lots of people stuff their dogs into cutesy coats and costumes — especially this time of year. Not me. I suppose the fact that Ricky has adamantly refused any kind of outfit, time and again, has made my decision a little easier. At one point a friend of mine gave me a harness that would keep Ri…

Smelling the roses

Carol and I were in Vermont for the weekend, and brought Ricky along. We were hoping, of course, to see some prime foliage, but in truth, the colors were kind of dull, and lots of the trees were naked. “You just missed it. Peaked middle of the week,” the locals kept telling us. Thirty-thre…

Back in the Saddle

For each and every one of my 22 days on the road during LA/XC –my cross-country-road-trip-with-beagle — and ever since, I’ve been haunted by the thought: Why no Jeep? You may think “haunted” is too strong a word, but you wouldn’t if you understood my true core weirdness and the depth of my affi…

Ricky’s First Baby

Oh, sure, he’s seen babies before. Just last week he was hanging with his friend Red Buttons’ baby Emma at Burying Hill Beach. And Baby Ethan has visited us here in Westport the last couple of Passover Seders — though with so much tempting food around, Ricky is always banished for that occasion…

It May Not Be the Grand Canyon . . .

. . . but we call it home. Yes, Ricky and I are on familiar turf again; we’ve been back in CT just over a week now. Had a bunch of comforting “welcome home” comments waiting for us on the blog — from Pam, and Lang, and Naince, and Mary & Dante the Beagle, et al. What I’m finding now t…