Need a little distraction from reality? Here is an unpolished collection of the weird, the silly, and the sometimes serious at Wild Dingo. It's a blog about nothing, yet about everything. You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll even learn something. But this is not a writing sample. It's just a place to kick back and crack open a cool Core's 16-ouncer and lose yourself in the kooky.
I've been thinking a lot about returning to normal lately and constantly wondering what normal will be for me in recovery. After all, I haven't really been "normal" in a decade. I think the first thing people wonder about someone who's gone undiagnosed with a chronic disease for as long as I have, or […]
The bad news is, I caught a cold. The good news is, after 9 years of not having a cold or a flu due to a broken immune system, I caught a cold! Wait! What? I know, it's hard to see the silver lining. But really, it's great news that I caught a cold because […]
Long time readers will recognize this month's masthead from December 2009. I took a short cut and repeated one of my favorite cracker and criminal holiday adventures. As usual, Lyme and Co-infections company has left little in the bank for creativity. But the good news is, I'm getting closer to recovery. I swear internet. With […]
This year, we were able to get away for a few days for our anniversary. I've been wanting to go up North to a dog friendly environment and hike some headlands and river trails. Last year I was too sick to even sit at my computer and this year, though I'm still on plenty of drugs […]
Thirteen years ago, I married that serious looking fella above. It was a little surprising for me to marry such a quiet, contemplative dude, given that I'm basically a loud-mouth Italian. But hey, it works and there's not a day that goes by that I don't thank my lucky stars that we found eachother.
Mr. Wild Dingo sat in the kitchen watching me prepare dinner. He claimed he changed his routine from working in the office to the kitchen so he could spend more time with me. Knowing his passion for the economy of motion, I suspected it was easier for him to stay close to me rather than jump […]
A wise old owl lived in an oak The more he saw the less he spoke The less he spoke the more he heard. Why can't we all be like that wise old bird? ~ Oxford Nursery Rhyme¹
"Sigh. Life's just not fair." You may be wondering why Loki is sulking like a child whose mom is making him leave Disneyland before he gets to ride Space Mountain . . . for the tenth time.
Last weekend, we all celebrated Juno's 7th birthday and 6th anniversary with us. Instead of the typical family day with just the four of us, we took a very big hike in the mountains with some friends and dog pals. Juno is nothing if not social. She enjoys the company of other dogs on our […]