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.
"Cracker's Log 0022016. I made it through the harrowing night. It was touch and go as I didn't have all of my cracker faculties, but I was able to whine and pace the bed room enough times to convince the human to leave the comfort of her bed and take me back to the office […]
Loki and I had butterflies as we waited for him to be admitted on Thursday morning. His surgery went well. By 3:00 the doctor called me and said he behaved very well before surgery for all the ladies and the doctor. It was a completely torn cruciate ligament. His meniscus is intact. He has no arthritis. […]
Well, it's official. The cracker has actually torn his cruciate ligament and not just strained it. I think early on it was hard to tell because he'd get better at times. But I had a feeling it would go this way.
Oh Look! Our new vegetable bed sprouted a husky and we didn't even plant any seeds! Mr. Wild Dingo warned me not to water it because "the last thing we need is more huskies." Don't worry Internet, I already offered Juno a pair of his flip-flops for that kind of sass. Ps. This is a […]
"Hey Big Boy, Mom says after our walkies she's gonna give you a bath. But not me. Because I'm a husky. And huskies are awesome and don't need baths because our furs reject dirt and so we're never dirty." "Princepessa, don't mess with my mentals. That's not even remotely funny." It's true. Huskies never get […]
Big Sigh of Relief! X-rays and vet exam show the cracker (who's been nursing a back leg owie for weeks) does NOT have a torn cruciate ligament, nor does he have arthritis, bone cancer or any bone fragmentation. Whatever Loki's doing to his back leg via his banana-head zoomies, is muscular. Rehab at Sage Veterinary […]
"Hey Big Boy! Whatchya doin' with that crackery thing on your noggin?" The criminal not only photobombs the cracker but as usual, tries to intrude upon his morning meditations.
"A little FIR for my furs is just what the doctor ordered." - 361/365
355/365 Crossfit ain't got nothin' on a cracker's core power! The other day, he took care of his business (#2) while balancing on only one front paw. Sorry Internet, I had no camera to catch the action. You'll just have to take my word for it. He happened to choose a spot with a bunch of […]
"My name is Juno. Hear me ROAR!" (In a barely audible whisper: "roar.") Juno rarely barks. When she does, we giggle. Because it's an adorable, wee, high-pitched beep that doesn't seem to fit a tough Siberian husky. Juno is likely the sweetest dog I've ever known. The only things that should fear her are buttered baguettes, live chickens and moles. […]