The Waiting

Beagle Man takes me to the dog park.  He takes me to the beach and launches balls into the ocean with the chuckit for hours.  He takes me on all his errands — Walgreen’s, the dry cleaners, Pet Supplies Plus, Staples.  He takes me when he goes out to dinner, though I usually have to stay in the car.  He takes me to the train station to pick up or to drop off Matt or Greg or Robby.  He takes me on super-long trips — Vermont, Montauk, even all the way across the whole country to California and back!  He takes me pretty much everywhere.  The only time he doesn’t take me is when he gets on his bike every morning to ride to Jack’s for his egg-and-cheese and iced coffee.  When he goes out the front door, I run down to the blue bedroom and watch from the window.  I’ll bet I could keep up with him.  And when we’d get there, I’d wait outside by the benches just like the other dogs.  And I’d guard his bike.  I know I could do it, if he’d give me a chance.

Beagle Man and Ricky always have a lot to say, so I’ll just pipe up in The Duck Dog Speaks whenever I can.