Hello readers! I know. I know. Woo think I would furgit my favorite criminal’s anniversary? Pshaw! Nefur! We had a lovely anniversary celebration at one of Juicy’s favorite training locations when she was a wee puppy, the beach. It was lovely reminiscing all the times she took off from a down stay with the cracker in hot pursuit. Remember all the times egged-on Loki to prank all the other wee pups? Yes, that’s my Juicy, always full of giggles and creative mischief. Continue reading “Happy Juicy-versary”
PS. Dear readers, I know you’ve been wondering where we’ve all been. We’re all good. Still working on the last 20% crap of this business called Lyme Disease. I anticipate I will be in that 80/20 most of the rest of my life and that’s alright by me. In the mean time, I’ve been back in school firing my synapses and activating my right brain. We’ll be back soon to our regular shenanigans. I know you all are hanging on the criminal’s daily crimes and the cracker’s daily jobs. They both continue to exceed their career goals and expect a promotion but I’m pretty sure they already broke the glass ceiling in terms of their “Drive the Human Crazy” career.
“Woo know: never to bother a husky while she’s cooling her pawsies during the canicular season, mom!”
Hey readers, it’s July 2! Did you notice that Merrium Webster’s word of the day? That’s right! canicular comes form the latin word canicula, which means “small dog.” But there’s more to this story involving the Roman mythological figure Orion and his dog! Yup, you read that right! Who knew that Orion had a dog named Sirius? I sure didn’t! The constellation Sirius occurs during the hottest summer days from July to September which became known as dies caniculares or as we know it in English: “the dog days” of summer!
The more you know Internet, the more you know what you don’t know. Funny how that works, huh?
On another note: it took exactly one year to get these two dogs back to healthy state. It’s now a “pleasure” to pick up their poop. Yes, Internet, a pleasure as opposed to last year’s disagreeable diarrhea debacle. I cringed as they both waded in the town’s river lapping the water with an unparalleled voracity and contemplated making them get out. Instead, I just started them back on sprinkle of diatomaceous earth on their dinner as a worm prevention. Ya gotta live a little Internet. So do dogs!
Have a cool canicular season readers! Remember to keep your dogs cool at home. Never leave them in a hot car.
We met this bi-eyed bewooty today at the beach today! Her name is Katinka and she’s barely 2 years old. Incredibly tolerant, Loki just chilled as she flirted shamelessly with the cracker, trying to steal a kiss or give him a tap on the snooter. Continue reading “Bewooty!”
If you ask me, a Siberian husky’s main goals in life are to give you regular heart attacks and a spend all your money. Juno is not just achieving her goals, but blowing past them, leaving them in the dust and me and Mr. Wild Dingo, barely alive from regular heart attacks and broke. This is Juno, above, last Wednesday. She found a stick and pranced around the yard, mocking Loki for having a better toy than him. I couldn’t help but smile so we goofed around a bit with it. I know sticks can be dangerous to dogs, but this one was soft and it seemed harmless. Continue reading “Heart Attacks and Money Pits”
Happy Gotchya Day to our best friend and family member. You had a ruff start in life. Numerous families. Nobody understood you. For the first five or six years, we sensed you were always wondering when, not if, you would be kicked out. Eleven years later, you’re still with us. “They” told me to give you back. That you were too much dog for me. Thank dog we listened to our hearts. “They” were blind. They could not see the potential in you nor your intense desire to do the right thing. We not only saw that potential and insane drive to work, we reveled in the marvel of what would become the dog who saved our home from burning down, chased away numerous vicious dogs and wildlife, nightly-patrolled our fences and doors, and yes, even guarded against the justifiably-uninvited person or two. I’ll never forget the day you wouldn’t let me go to bed because I left the garden door open. You always have my back, even for the smallest things. Daddy-O, you’ve earned your wisdom whiskers. If not for your ruff start, then certainly for the patience you showed with me as I slowly learned “loki-speak” so I could give you what you needed to become the ridiculous but brilliant, brave but afraid of flies, serious but silly dog you are today. You’re the cheese Big Boy. The man. Our best friend and family member. We love you to the moon and back. You are the light of our lives. Happy 12 years young and 11 year Gotchya day Loki!
“Psst! Daddy-O! Now seems like a good time to get our revenge for the crimes against us this week. How about a game of Catch Me If Woo Can Zoomies with Momma? Bet that’ll learn her!” Continue reading “Crime and Punishment”
Vets and vet techs who know the dramatics of huskies have always recognized Juno’s unusually calm behavior whenever they examine her. If you poke her in a sore spot, she’ll simply whimper and kiss your hand. Though she is stoic like the breed is known to be, she’s not very vocal like huskies. This dog once ran around with a nail straight through her paw with nary a sign of discomfort, just a big smile on her face, while you and I would be screaming in agony. But the minute she’s stoned, the real husky comes out with relentless whining! “Woe is me!” Continue reading “Her Turn”
“Sigh. Life is hard. Especially when my body guard is in the shop getting his smile brightened. I have nobody to protect my jodhpurs and gum drop nose. If woo could only recognize how hard this is for me, it would be so much easier for woo, Momma.” Continue reading “Yesterday…Today”
Yup. We’ve been in this rodeo before. Over ten years now. It never gets old.
Of course, the clown (unidentified, but we’ll call him MWD) rewarding the criminal with cookies (seen in his hand) may have something to do with crime rates at Wild Dingo. I’m no sociological statistician–just the ringmaster at this circus. I call this sideshow, “Cookies for Criminals.”
Hey faithful friends and readers! We’re not dead. We’ve just avoided blogging for a while. We have many stories to share including a travel story or two that happened over the late fall, but we’ll put that on hold to wish you all a very Happy New Year.
First, a few weeks ago, Mr. Wild Dingo had the good fortune of getting to pull out an 18″ tape worm from Loki’s butt. It was stuck and Loki begged Mr. Wild Dingo to help him get it out. Yup, this is the glamorous life, Internet! So both he and Juno got de-wormed. Where he got the tapeworm, is beyond me as we’re fastidious about both of their health. The cracker does bite at flies, he drinks out of creeks and we had an overly-wet winter season leaving lots of standing water heaped with critters. It could have come from anywhere.
Then there was me. I started a new set of meds to try to get at the resistant Babesia while treating yet ANOTHER newly discovered infection. Within days, the meds turned me into a mindless blob with a nonstop migraine. This is Lyme Disease-MSIDS Funballs, people. Aren’t you sad you aren’t on the team with me? Continue reading “It’s Just Biology”
It’s embarrassing. All it takes is a mature, dapper gentleman still in possession of his family jewels for Juno to abandon all modesty to become a saucy minx. I won’t show you the other photos because this is a family blog and those photos are rated X. Continue reading “Saucy Minx”