I don't know why everyone is so pessimistic about rock bottom. From where I'm standing, it looks pretty good!
This blog began in 2005 with a silly press release about my dingo, Maggie, and her nemesis, Monsieur Le Pew. In 2008, I rescued the cracker, Loki. I never had a high drive working dog so I did what every new dog owner does when they are in over their heads with a busy dog. I adopted a second dog, a husky, to "keep him busy." I know, Internet, I know. I didn't actually make my life easier. I just had more work. Life with the cracker and the criminal was filled with adventures and hard life lessons. Juno wrote masticated the book on crime and punishment, while the cracker policed her misdemeanors.
I don't know why everyone is so pessimistic about rock bottom. From where I'm standing, it looks pretty good!
Why is it, whenever I give the dogs a bath and lay out about 187 old towels and blankets for them to roll around on for drying off, the Sibe always insists on going straight to my prized handwoven Turkish rug to finish her drying? Remember that time when Mr. Wild Dingo and I were […]
Readers, don't shame me but, it was Loki's anniversary at the end of May and I plum forgot to post about it. But I have a note from my doctor and it excuses me from being temporarily insane. But that's another story. This story is about Loki's fifth year with us, so I thought I'd […]
For those 3 readers not following the other 3 readers who follow us on Facebook, here's a little piece of news: Mr. Wild Dingo and I got to meet some very famous Internet celebrities, in the FUR! Last week, we met up with Norwood and his bean along with Jack, Moo and their hu-mom. What […]
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 […]
"Princess, Garden Gnomes were a huge hit at the Chelsea Flower Show this year, but these garden gnomes sure are odd looking." "They aren't garden gnomes, Daddy-O, they're reproductions in metal, of one of your not-so-distant cousins."
It's funny. I always thought you saw a lot more by bike than you could by car or by foot. But each has its own merits I see more by foot sometimes, meandering around a flowerbed while the dogs take their time taking in all the scents.
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 […]
"What was that package that came in the mail today," asked Mr. Wild Dingo. "Oh that was Juno's backpack. Her physical torturer therapist, Madam Jenny recommended she carry her own water for hikes."