Loki went all Paolo Nutini on us. He put some new shoes on and suddenly everything was right.
Luck. Fortune. Fate. Call it what you want, but when the opportunity to spend a few years in Switzerland landed in our laps, we didn't say "no." I mean, we may be crazy here at Wild Dingo, but we're not exactly, crazy. It was everything you'd imagine and more. From transatlantically transporting two high-drive dogs to our foreign grocery store adventures, there wasn't a single moment of regret.
Loki went all Paolo Nutini on us. He put some new shoes on and suddenly everything was right.
Look at that face. Frozen whiskers. Sad eyes. It breaks your heart, doesn't it?
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. ***
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.
Do you people know how hard it is to get a shot of the infamous Mont Blanc? Seriously Internet. When we walk by it every day and try to shoot it with a "point and shoot" camera (the only one I take on dog walks), the results are less than fabulous. The snow washes out against the sky […]
They're an unlikely pair. Juno and Mr. Wild Dingo. He prefers goofy, gruff, manly dogs and she prefers me. But every Sunday, the one day per week the four of us are together, she's his and he's hers for the day. The ritual of taking her leash each Sunday has bonded them in ways beyond my imagination.
Ahhh! Now I get it! So that's where the term "goatee" comes from. It's funny how goatees on men give them a bit of a sinister look, but on a goat, with their bedroom eyes and pink smiles, they just look darlin'.
I'm so depressed. This time last year we had a Winter Woonderland. There was fresh snow and visiting family. Now, there isn't a flake of snow in sight. How could I top last year's masthead?