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…
“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…
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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