After surfing the waves, Loki and Juno chill out at the beaches' namesake, it's Lighthouse. "Hey Princess, check out that chick behind me staring at us. We must be celebrities, no?"
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.
After surfing the waves, Loki and Juno chill out at the beaches' namesake, it's Lighthouse. "Hey Princess, check out that chick behind me staring at us. We must be celebrities, no?"
As Beach Bums continues, we find our lead characters in the throws of drama. "Oh my dawg Princess! There's a labradoink out there in the big scary waters trying to kill a scary beast!" "We must save him!"
As in WTF is Loki doing in this photo below? "Seriously Big Boy. This is no time to get your Daily Om on!" Ahhh... so that's what he was doing:
Yesterday was beach day at Wild Dingo. In the 2 years I've had the beasts, I don't know why I have not done anything remotely beach-fun oriented with them. Oh, yeah, I forgot. The cracker. I've been wanting to go to a dog friendly beach for a while now to see how they'd like the ocean. […]
Like all stereotypical males, Mr. Wild Dingo enjoys critiquing my driving skills. Last month I drove Mr. Wild Dingo to the airport. Loki and Juno came with us and provided an eye-opening, err ... ear-opening critique of Mr. Wild Dingo's driving skills. Internet, feel free to make your own judgements. But I feel the impartial critics have […]
I know. I know. I never write anymore. I never visit anymore. I could be dead or worse, you could be dead and lying in a ditch and did I even take the time to check in with you and see how you're doing? No. I'm an ungrateful child to my Internet family. I'm so […]
... have pillow fights. "Nothing says "I missed you" like pillow entrails. I cared enough to shred the very best."
After 6 long weeks, Mr. Wild Dingo returned home, err... back to Casa Wild Dingo, or in Mango's terms, "The Wild Dingo Estate." Though Mr. Wild Dingo is married to Wild Dingo, he's no longer an official resident of California or even the U.S.! His company broke his residency for tax purposes and he's now officially a Suisse […]
"Yowza! Rolf buddy, check out the dame with the long stems who just walked into class. She sure turns my crank." "Dude. We're on the clock. Turn on your German Shepherd switch and go to work."
One fear down, 87,000 more fears to go. Looks like Loki's 12 step program got him over his crate fear. "This is a nice pad, but it's a little cramped for my style. Where will I fit the baby grand piano and the water bed?"