Author: Richard Nestoff (Page 1 of 128)

The dog formerly known as Rocco.

His new name is Rapey McHumpster.

When he was settled in, I went into the solarium without Sparky so we could get acquainted.  He got up on his hind legs to say hello.  I thought he might be one of those fancy dogs who knows how to dance, like Scooby-Doo or Marmaduke.  When he grabbed my leg like he was drowning, I knew we weren’t dancing. 

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Two flavors of beagle

A few months after Sparky moved in, I took him across the street to meet Carl.  They got along well, and he didn’t even mind Sparky taking a shit in his pachysandras.  Carl told me that there are short beagles and tall beagles.  Like they were different styles of the same breed.

Carl is 96 years-old, and says interesting things, but it may not all be strictly true.  I remain skeptical of his thoughts on the medicinal uses of cobwebs and turpentine.

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The one that got away.

Beaker was a strong candidate for adoption.  He’s a beagle with a nice smile.  That’s my criteria.  When I contacted the orphanage, he had already been adopted.  Like Sparky, he was in and out in a day. 

Getting a dog is like buying a house.  I have to check the listings every day, be ready to move, but not be so eager that I take the next one that looks pretty good.

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