Eleven years ago, I married the guy in the photo and it wasn't for his keen seasonal fashion sense.
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 surrender to the Pup Cup and all its power and believe that it can restore me to sanity. Or something like that."
A poem by Mr. Wild Dingo Dauntless flew young scarecrow blue Unfettered he, from sac set free
"Well, you're half right Big Boy. That would be France behind us. But if the next words out of your mouth are about my jodhpurs, you'll be seeing the moon---up close."
You wanna know how to make me smile Take control, own me just for the night
"Hi ya Sweetstuff! You sure are cute!" While yesterday's post pointed out how dogs recognize their own breed, today's post recognizes that you just can't help who you fall for. Gun, the Tervuren, had a special interest in Juno.
Ever notice if your dog recognizes his kind? Juno always cries when she sees another Northern breed. But Loki surprises me because he's a mixed breed: Formosan and German Shepherd. Since we don't meet many Formosan's in Switzerland (ok none) his tendency is naturally toward German Shepherds. But I'm 100% certain, his favorite breed to […]
"That's right, Elmer! We're on a big hunt for bad-ass twuffles! And I'm the one who'll twack 'em for you!"