I've been known to boast about Loki and his natural talents but I never thought he'd live up to it. Maybe it's because I see potential in him that nobody else can see. He literally saved us hundreds of thousands of dollars in damage and quite possibly our lives when he alerted to a fire that ignited at 5:30 a.m. this morning in our garage. (more…)
I took out my yoga mat after having not officially practiced for about two months now. I started in Savasana, otherwise known as corpse (dead body) pose. I didn't make it much further than that. Being a bit of a firecracker of a personality, Savasana has always been my most challenging pose. And now, its been the core of my practice. That's the sweetness of irony. (more…)
This month's masthead was inspired by this song from The Boss. As much as I'd like to bare my Sylvia Plath side, Mr. Wild Dingo would be mortified if I went with my original idea theme, Paint it Black. Hang on, Internet, you'll understand in a minute.
Mr. Wild Dingo's nick name while in the Navy was "Scooter." I didn't know him in the Navy, and I never call him "Scooter," but when I hear Springsteen sing "Bad Scooter searching for his groove," I can bust a stitch laughing. You see, Mr. Wild Dingo likes to think of himself as totally bad ass. But I don't know how bad ass anyone can be when a certain Siberian Hussy has him wrapped around her pretty white paw.
Mr. Wild Dingo is about as bad ass as a basket of kittens.
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When I'm feeling blue, nothing cheers me up than a shot like this. Doggie butts are silly. I was going to cover up their butt-holes for obvious reasons, but then I realized, butt-holes are a part of real life and unavoidable. Like the kinds you run into while on a pleasant dog walk, bothering nobody and minding your own business. So this shot is for all the butt-holes in life. They can kiss my dogs' hinnies. (more…)
Last month, Mr. Wild Dingo installed the on and off ramps to the tree house and raised their flag at full staff. They were dismantled for safety reasons while we were living in Switzerland. Juno was pleased as punch. Lately she enjoys eating her raw bones up there after her morning runs. Both dogs are petitioning for club member collars. (more…)
"That's right, Internet. I'm back in boot camp to plump up my booty."
I have no idea why I keep getting poison oak outbreaks all over my arms and neck. Nope. No idea at all.
Every now and then, Mr. Wild Dingo and I will put on an old play list and this song by Tom Waits will play. Every time without fail, one of us will always say, "Maggie's song." It was very clear how seasons affected Maggie, especially later in life. In January, her mood and energy would drop but by March and April, it was as if the weight of the world were lifted. She had bounce in her step and was as playful as a puppy at times. And I swear she seemed to smile every time we played this Waits song. (more…)
"WTF did woo do to my Princess Juno?" (more…)
Fresh air and exercise agrees with everyone. According to Mr. Wild Dingo, who noticed Juno's elevated mood lately as she teased Loki into games of tug and play: "There's just something about good exercise that agrees with the husky."
Huh. Who needs health studies and medical associations to tell us the obvious? If the husky's happy, then it must be good for you. After all, Siberians know best. (more…)