Kemba: “Mine!”
It was all quiet on the eastern front. I’d been flinging the Green Ball into the ocean for Kemba to retrieve for a good 45 minutes now, and he was happy to follow my command to “read and relax.” I was comfor…
Beagle Man’s always telling anyone who’ll listen that there’s nothing he’d
Where I sleep when I’m in Beagle Man’s and Mom’s room
like better than for me to sleep in his bed with him. But it’s not gonna happen. Mom says, “A…
Baby Kemba . . .
On October 25, 2014, I spotted baby Kemba striding happily along with Steve the Breeder in the parking lot of a Homewood Suites motel in Scarborough, Maine, near Portland. This was the rendezvous spot where …
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We interrupt this blog about dogs to bring you some breaking news: The House Formerly Known as Camp Herman has been torn down.
Yes, the old white colonial on Devon Road, home to the Beagle Man and…
Maybe not reading. But definitely relaxing.
“Patient is a 70-year-old male” it said at the top of my doctor’s notes on the MyChart app. And my first reaction — I swear! — was “Who the hell is he talking about??”
Same thing w…
Canine cool meets badass bandit
Is today Thursday? Or Friday? Wait —it’s Wednesday? Really? Hard to tell the difference during our shelter-at-home sabbatical. You just have to find your own ways to add a little spice to …
I’ll admit it: I’ve never totally understood my young friend Kemba. First of all, what’s with this insane exercise fetish of his? Beagle Man takes him out in the morning, they run, and they play fetch forever. Then B-Man sits down at
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We went up to Vermont over the weekend. Just Mom, Beagle Man, and me. Things were strange. Beagle Man took me for a walk along French Hollow Road. Said we couldn’t do our usual hiking trail around Equinox Pond, because we weren’t supposed to be near anyone. We drove to the next town — Peru —…
