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…

The world’s best, most handsome Beagle would be turning 17 today.  We still miss him . . . _______________ SNOWY FUN                                                                                                                                                                                    I…

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 Back in stride Kemba Walker Herman was cleared yesterday for light fetching-related activities.  He’s spent the last two weeks on the Injured List after hyperextending his right front elbow while tumbling tail over teakettle …

O Canada (our future home in the Rosedale section?) For the first time since Matt and I made our pilgrimage to Nova Scotia in 2014 to pick out the then tiny and adorable four-week-old Kemba from his litter (“I’d like the one …

Not long after Ricky the Beagle passed on, Beagle Man announced to Mom that he needed another dog.  “That’s fine,” Mom said, “as long as you understand one thing.  He’ll be your dog.  I won’t walk him.  I won’t wake up with him.  I won’t pick up his poop.  And I won’t play with him.”  I’m that do…

Beagle Man and I were down at Compo Beach yesterday — and boy, was it a beautiful morning!  (I hope you can make out the sun sparkling on the water in the photo, right.)  I dashed over toward the cannons, as I always do, and when I got there, this [caption id=”attachment_7624″ align=”alignright” …

Beagle Man always pats me on the head and tells me I’m a “good, good boy” — but I suppose I could try to be even better . . . •  I will keep my paws off the kitchen counter, and stay away from Mom’s chicken quesadillas.  I’ll be happy with my same-old same-old kibble — jazzed up  with the occasio…