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Santa, You Listening?

RRRThis is not my first rodeo.  I know what goes on in this house in December.  Everyone’s sending e-mails to everyone else, complete with links, telling “Santa” what they want for Christmas.  Yesterday I overheard Beagle Man telling Greg he’d like a Muhammad Wilkerson jersey.  How pathetic is that?!  He couldn’t come up with a single Jets offensive player decent enough to ask for!  Man, I’ll bet those #96 jerseys are just flyin’ off the shelves.  I watched the Jets game yesterday and, quite honestly, it baffles me how B-Man can still root for that sorry bunch.  And he calls me stubborn.  Anyway . . . though I don’t recall anyone asking, here are a few things I’d like from Santa:  A whole houseful of waste baskets, filled to the brim with


A dog can dream, can't he?

dirty, used tissues; an empty pizza carton, preferably with some burned crusts and some stuck-on cheese; lots and lots of fresh snow; and maybe a beautifully gift-wrapped french fry, like the one Matt gave me a few Christmases ago.  Oh — and about B-Man’s question in his last post, asking why I “shakety-shake” my ears?  How the hell should I know?  I mean, why do I walk in circles before I lie down?  Why do I fetch stuffed animals repeatedly, even though I have no use for them?  Maybe, uh . . . because I’m a freakin’ dog?

The Roof Rack Report (#roofrackreport on Twitter, for those who follow me already on @BeagleManHank) will continue to appear on Mondays and will deal with travel, topical subjects, and whenever possible, food.


Ricky the Beagle