Phthph! This month's masthead is totally sappy. I don't do sappy well. I hemmed and hawed. I kicked and stammered. But Mr. Wild Dingo, who's even less sappier than me, twisted my arm and told me to run it. It's just as well. This week, I'm giving a yoga class themed on love in light […]
Look at that pansy. He's not even touching my hand. Switzerland's softened the cracker. And I told him so.
I found this photo that Mr. Wild Dingo took while he was home for three weeks over the winter holidays. He spoiled the dogs with attention and broke all the household rules. He walked with us every day and got a real appreciation of the work that's truly required for these two. And now I […]
Like the rest of the Western world, there's no snow in Switzerland. We saw this light dusting just before the holidays. Mr. Wild Dingo was on vacation and had the pleasure of a freshly fallen snow walk with the cracker and the criminal in the forest. ***
"There's nothing worse than soaking wet Jodhpurs!" The only downside of the dogs vacationing at Bernard's is that in the winter, they come home smelling like smoke. All dogs are indoor dogs at Bernard's, and he and his wife seem to be smokers. But it's a small price to pay for the luxury of having them stay in a "home" […]
If you told me 10 years ago, I would adopt a lunatic dog from Taiwan with a serious case of crackery-nosis, maybe I would believe you. But if you told me I would be journaling his ridiculous behavior on the Web and writing in his ridiculous tough-guy Raymond Chandler voice, I'd laugh and ask you who […]
As you may know by now, Mr. Wild Dingo and I are vacationing in the Greek Islands over the New Year. The Cracker and the Criminal are spending New Year's with Switzerland's rowdiest, coolest doggie spa and Pension pour Chiens sans Cage, Bernard's Kennel.
By the end of the day, that Santa the subject of a Formosan-Siberian Tug-0-War. The Formosan ended up with the red jacket and the Sibe took the naked Santa as her prize.
Nothing makes me happier than to make Mr. Wild Dingo uncomfortable. So when our neighbor stopped me in our driveway Friday night to ask if Mr. Wild Dingo would like to be "Father Christmas" for his three children, I didn't hesitate: "Yes of course he'll do it," I answered. Like I'm going to ask Mr. Wild Dingo his […]