The Beagle at Night

Two days a week, I walk Molly the beagle by myself. So on those mornings I put on my headphones and listen to an old radio show. It works well for the show is just a half hour, as is the walk.
It’s the same opening whistle and introduction every time and I have memorized it.
I realize that almost no one knows of the show today. It is so before anyone’s time that I can steal from it. Gosh, I can cheat and be semi-clever.

So as I watch Molly as she sniffs her way along the sidewalk, investigating things unseen, I bend the old intro to fit the little dog.

I am the Beagle and I know many things, for I stalk by night.
I know many strange tails, many secrets hidden in the shadows of the shrubs and bushes in my backyard.
Yes, I know the nameless creatures that you dare not seek!

With a Throaty Laugh

For even a man who’s plain of face
and sleeps alone at night.
Can have a comely lass
climb through his bedroom window,
when the moon is full and bright.


Now I can’t say for sure if she was a werewolf; but by the way she attacked my neck, I knew she was a liken-throat.


(Sorry Lawrence Talbot)

Running low

Looks like I only have a pint or so left of my agricultural Chlordane. It keeps the termites away from the foundation and the cockroaches from coming over from the school next door. Mix up 1.5 ounces, spray around the house once a year. However, with a beagle that eats everything, I am limited to where I can spray the stuff.

Maybe eight years of protection left. I wonder if the stuff is still potent?

Albany street sign

I don't know, I always thought a Speed Hump was just another name for a Quickie.