My running partners are all smiles after a five mile run through the forest.
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.
My running partners are all smiles after a five mile run through the forest.
Mr. Wild Dingo made a gross error in pup cup ice cream equalization and Juno ended up with the short end of the stick. Hide the flip flops! Retribution is coming.
Well, I made it back to Zermatt. Mr. Wild Dingo and I have been traveling all summer but I was able to squeeze in one more quick weekend trip to Zermatt. And you know what? I'm still not done here.
It wasn't at all as I expected, Monet's House and Garden in Giverny. I envisioned a quiet estate, square or round in shape, with a long driveway that would lead to the front. I imagined it unconnected from the noisy, harried world. Instead, it was located in a busy village, where motorists pass right through the middle of the two […]
When I first adopted Loki, his foster gave me a list of words and commands he understood. "Mine" was one of them. Basically, he understood the difference between what belonged to her and what he could have. Like most GSDs, Loki enjoys possessing things but never puts up a fight when told something doesn't belong to him. And […]
Mr. Wild Dingo crowned me a Princess. Then he handed me a jug of water and said,"Get to work."