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.
Oddly with a title like that, this post is not about Juno! It's about Loki. Mr. Wild Dingo often comments that I portray Loki as dumb. Then I remind him that it was he who nicknamed him Retardo Montalban. And as much as I'd love to use that name on this blog, I know it […]
Since we moved to Switzerland, pack dynamics have changed a bit. Juno's hips have gotten a bit worse and she isn't as likely to play rough with Loki anymore. I'm sure it bums out Loki not to have a really rough tumble anymore. Still, he's bit of an idiot bully with her and tends to push her […]
While the TravelMarx were here we visited Bern (otherwise known as Berne) in hopes of going to the Paul Klee or Einstein museum. But it was Monday and all the museums were closed. Because of the stress of having to stay open on a Sunday (seriously, that's what the books say, it's the stress of working […]
The TravelMarx left on Friday, after spending two extra days being snowed in with airport and airline shut downs. I really hated seeing them leave. Yes, those are my new boots I'm modeling in the photo. Don't worry. I already bought another pair by now. One specifically for dog walking. I'm thinking I need at […]
While Wild Dingo's personal photographer, TravelMarx, are excellent at taking photos, they have fallen below average in downloading the most recent to Wild Dingo's computer. So while they're doing some boring, fascinating tour of some Nuclear & Partical Physics Lab in Geneva, (yawn), I'm posting the rest of the photos from our weeked of funballs time […]
Loki and Juno had their first snow, ever yesterday. Juno seemed to like it fine, but Loki really surprised us. He loved it. For a dog afraid to get his footsies wet or walk on metal grates or metal ground covers, he didn't even notice the white stuff was cold or wet. I don't think […]
It took 3.5 seconds for Loki and Juno to recognize the TravelMarx. When I opened the door to let the dogs in to greet them, Marc leaned down half way to pet Juno, she lept in the air and met him half way, planting a Siberian kiss smack on his face. It made me melt. […]
"Hey Princess, Mom says the TravelMarx are coming to visit. Do you remember them?" "Sure I do, Big Boy. They visited us last year and stayed with us when Mom and Pop deserted us for a week." "They took us on nice hikes."' "And played tug with me every minute of the day! Sigh. They […]
One of our favorite places to hang out is on this little bit of shoreline in Morges. It's deserted enough during the day to give the dogs a little free time off leash. Usually there's nobody for the dogs to bother, play with. But sometimes we run into this guy: