"It's important to protect my eyes while I snoopervise Juicy's laser therapy. Plus, all the chicks dig a guy in cool shades."
This blog began in 2005 with a silly press release about my dingo, Maggie and her nemesis, Monsieur Le Pew. When Maggie passed, I rescued the cracker, Loki. To say that I was over my head with a real working dog is an understatement. 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. Juno, the criminal, only gave me more work. Life with the cracker and the criminal has been filled with adventures. These two have taught me more about life than any school, guru or self-help book. Juno
wrote masticated the book on crime and punishment, while the cracker polices her misdemeanors. Together, they drive me nuts. I wouldn't have it any other way.
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 […]
This weekend marked Loki's 9th year with us and roughly his 10th (maybe 11th) birthday. Time sure flies when you live with a cracker. He's been our greatest teacher, our best friend, our most loyal companion. This is the photo that melted my heart. When I called AHAN, the rescue, they literally said, "I'm not […]
The past two weeks, while Mr. Wild Dingo has been on travel, I, Evil Momma, have led Juno off her spiritual Path of Cheeses. This is what we call a “necessary evil” to lose a few pounds. No matter how much she prayed at the sacred altar of Mount Kitchen Island and proclaimed her faith, […]
It cracks me up when people recognize me from my dogs. I’ve met some fantastic people this way as well! The cracker and the criminal are Internet celebs. I’m just their agent. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Still, if they ever get their own star on a walk of fame, I'll demand a […]
"Mom! Juicy is touching my feetie-feets! WTF?" "Chill, Daddy-O. It's not like it's gonna kill you to have a little cuddle." It's important to have excellent bedside manners when your Queen comes home from the dogtor and must be comforted for the imposition of having her jodhpurs manhandled. He has the best ears for listening.
"Your project is guaranteed to meet superior Siberian standards or I will fatally masticate it. You have my "woo" on that!"
"I keep your project safe from crows, coyotes, and flies. I prefer to be paid in salmon treats and tennis balls."
"I manage the treat jar & the staff's daily payroll of cookies and bones. The staff is excellent at math and let me know when I come up short."