Happy Anniversary to my husband and best friend. Seventeen years together. Ten of those years chronically sick. Five of them an expensive roller coaster ride. Thank dog we were both emotionally and financially fit before it all began. Even in my recovery, he continues to help me learn how to be a normal person again. I won’t lie. We had a fantastic celebration. There was jewelry, lobster, gluten-free french fires and a gluten-free chocolate melt down lava cake. I think I did all right in choosing a life partner.
(It’s an iphone shot. Selfies are not my specialty. Realism transcends craft and becomes art. )
Hello readers! I know. I know. Woo think I would furgit my favorite criminal’s anniversary? Pshaw! Nefur! We had a lovely anniversary celebration at one of Juicy’s favorite training locations when she was a wee puppy, the beach. It was lovely reminiscing all the times she took off from a down stay with the cracker in hot pursuit. Remember all the times egged-on Loki to prank all the other wee pups? Yes, that’s my Juicy, always full of giggles and creative mischief. Continue reading “Happy Juicy-versary”
I’m not the same woman he married 15 years ago. We blissfully started our lives together as an active, social couple who enjoyed the outdoors. Neither of us could have foreseen the endless health challenges that would completely turn me into quite the opposite. But we face them together and he’s been a rock through it all. Crossing boundaries he’s never dreamed of so soon in our life together. Never questioning my limitations. Standing up for me when I am unable. Always my champion. Continue reading “Fifteen”
This weekend we celebrated Loki’s 8th year with us and his 9th (roughly) birthday. He’s been one of the best teachers I’ve had in my life as he taught me how to listen, really listen, without words. Sure, his recent TPLO surgery put a huge dent in the wallet, but in the end, it only cost about 3% of what what it would take to rebuild the 2-story garage that he literally saved from burning to the ground three years ago. I would say he is definitely worth every penny and more.
Technically still on “leashed-lock down” to recover from TPLO, I allowed Loki to hang out on the front lawn to sun himself. I heard the sprinklers go off from indoors, so I went to check on him, to make sure he didn’t bolt or hurt himself from the surprise noise. When I got to the door I observed him studying the sprinklers with concern. As soon as he spotted me he put on his tough, big-boy britches and started alert barking and growling at them as if to convince me that he hasn’t lost his intruder alert skills and he’ll be ready to go back to work patrolling the property as soon as he gets the green light. In the mean time, I’m counting myself lucky I have him to protect me from a sprinkler attack. The cracker never ceases to make me smile.
Loki’s our best friend, guardian and teacher. He’s our family.
Happy Anniversary Big Boy. We love you to the moon!
It’s Juno’s 8th birthday and 7th year adoption anniversary this weekend. Juno loves adventure and going to new places. I’m so happy to have been able to give her so many exciting adventures in her first few years with us including traveling and hiking in Europe. Continue reading “Happy Juno-versary!”
Loki and I thank everyone on Facebook for his well wishes on his anniversary yesterday. We were overwhelmed! But he reminded me that his anniversary is not just about him (my bad for overlooking this), but about all those who rescued him, believed in him and played a big part in him becoming the fantastic dog he is today. So please indulge one more photo of Handsome as he and I thank Candy for getting him off the streets in Taiwan and recognizing his loyal and loving character; AHAN the organization of women that made it financially possible to come to the United States to be fostered; and Cindy his last foster mom, who recognized his ability to love, learn and do the right thing. It was Cindy who gave him the structure he needed for becoming a great dog. If it wasn’t for all of these women, who’ve given so much to the dog rescue, he wouldn’t be here today. For that he thanks you all and sends you all many kisses and “arrgghhh” as he bashfully hides his head between your legs. Two paws up for rescuing and adopting!
Seven years ago, you came into our lives full of anxiety and a bit of an emotional mess. All you wanted was your own person and a place to call home. So much so, that it took me months to get you to go on walks and leave the place you felt safe. For the first 2 years, you bounced around the house, cracked-out, searching for your purpose but always eager to learn. You desperately wanted to do the right thing. For all the things you did wrong, there were so many more important things you did right, like saving our garage from burning down and reminding me to shut and lock the garden door at night when I was home alone. I cherish this zany journey with you. You’re more than a best friend. You’re family. And we’re lucky to have you.
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. Continue reading “Thirteen”
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 walks.
Juno is not like most Siberians. Juno is actually obedient and very much attached to me and Loki which is why she’s granted more liberties than most huskies. While she reminds me daily of the independence that was bred into the husky, she only ever needs a gentle reminder to walk beside or behind me, never in front, when we hike in the forest. She and Loki get to take their time, smell the pee mail and run to catch up to me, never passing me to run up the trail in front of me. She knows the boundaries and she respects them. The real question is why. Continue reading “Happy Juno-versary!”
This past weekend we celebrated Loki’s sixth year with us and his seventh birthday. I could live three lifetimes with Loki and it wouldn’t be long enough to truly understand the complexity of his emotional and behavioral make-up. Continue reading “Happy Loki-versary!”
Last weekend, we celebrated Juno’s fifth anniversary of her adoption and her sixth birthday. She’s all grown up now and I couldn’t be prouder.
Long time readers may think my problem dog is the cracker, but Juno didn’t come without her own set of issues. And we are not talking about her mastication addiction. In fact, allow me to illustrate with a few of Juno’s early photos of the first day of her adoption. Continue reading “Happy Juno-Versary!”
Readers, don’t shame me but, it was Loki’s anniversary at the end of May and I plum forgot to post about it. But I have a note from my doctor and it excuses me from being temporarily insane. But that’s another story. This story is about Loki’s fifth year with us, so I thought I’d highlight a few of his best moments from the last year. Continue reading “Happy Loki-versary”
Thursday was Loki’s 4th anniversary with us and marks his 5th birthday. We had house guests here so we delayed his celebration until the weekend. For a dog so affected by change, to our surprise, he adapted well to house guests and even offered a game of tug with them. Continue reading “Happy Loki-versary!”
Mr. Wild Dingo turned 50 today. I woke up this morning and kissed him goodbye for work as usual then got and my car and went to my doctor’s appointment. I felt like I was forgetting something. When I got to the office, I remembered that I forgot to tell him “Happy Birthday.” So I texted it to him. I know Internet. It’s so typical of me. I am not the most thoughtful individual on special days. Luckily he knows this and is not disappointed.
When it comes to things we need or want, and it’s reasonably in our budget, we just get them for each other or ourselves. We take care of each other every day, making sure each other’s needs are met. The truth is, I don’t think there’s a present in the world that could come close to showing how grateful I am that the universe created him and permitted our paths to cross. And while he’s no sap and doesn’t wax poetic about me or our relationship, I don’t know anyone smarter, stronger, more respectful or caring. I don’t think I could have found a better friend, teacher, lover or husband all wrapped up into one person, than Mr. Wild Dingo.
Happy Birthday Honey. You are the love of my life.
On this day, 10 years ago, Mr. Wild Dingo and I were performing a rumba for 160 people. Ten years ago, when we said “I do,” neither one of us dreamed we’d be living abroad. Our wedding seems like a lifetime ago. The last 3,652 days have been filled with humor, happiness, stress, change, growth and more humor. I’ve thanked the universe every day for crossing our paths. Continue reading “Ten”