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And What Am I, Chopped Liver?

Here’s what I do for Ricky. I buy his food, his treats . . . whatever it is he needs. I take him for a good long walk, every day; neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of nights keeps us from our appointed rounds. I feed him. I give him his pills — such a daunting array that I have to dep…
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Bequia Poodles

So dazzled was my friend Cathy from Easton by her 15 minutes of fame from being mentioned in my last post (“A Beagle Named Jeep”) that she immediately began angling for an encore appearance “We fly off to Bequia,” she e-mailed me, “to dog sit for all of February and part of March. Another blog …
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A Beagle Named Jeep

Last week I sent out an e-mail blast introducing BEAGLE MAN to friends and family. Now since the author photo (above) happens to show Ricky and me peering out of the driver seat of my Jeep Wrangler, and since I happened to mention that Ricky often rides shotgun in my Jeep in my most recent post…
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MVP Performance

Pretty much every Sunday morning I lift my little ride-along beagle into the shotgun seat of my Jeep Wrangler, where he nestles up into a cozy little furball, and I get the pleasure of stroking him as we drive blissfully up Bayberry. We make a right on Lyons Plains Road, pass the red barn on th…
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“My First Dog Was a Beagle”

Whenever I walk my little beagle – his nose to the ground, his floppity ears swinging left-right, left-right, looking for all the world like Snoopy – I get admiring comments from fellow dog-walkers: “Oh, he’s the cutest dog I’ve ever seen!” (This right in front of their very own dog, who, presu…
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Expensive Taste

“Do you think Ricky would prefer the venison, or the kangaroo? Of course he could also have rabbit . . . or duck.” The speaker is not a waiter at a four-star restaurant; it’s Dr. B., our vet. And Ricky is my beagle. The evening Dr. B offered up these exotic delicacies for our dog, I was having…
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