“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 with my dog.  He’s not getting any younger, either — but I still think of Kemba as a puppy.  From recent evidence, tho…

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

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 your days.  Carol, for example, tripped over an empty suitcase in our bedroom, crashed to the floor, and…

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   his desk to work and what does Kemba do?  He keeps st…

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 — a…

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 during a vigorous fetching session at Compo Beach on February 24.  Team physicians at Wi…

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 with the green collar, and the white flash on his nose”), I returned to Canada.  Carol and I spent last weekend in Toronto fo…

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 dog…

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 lady started making a huge fuss over me.  Soon I r…

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 occasiona…