This title is going to pull la lot of "questionable" search engine results to Wild Dingo. But I just calls 'em as I sees 'em. "Who's your momma?"
This title is going to pull la lot of "questionable" search engine results to Wild Dingo. But I just calls 'em as I sees 'em. "Who's your momma?"
Mr. Wild Dingo came home from a five-day bidness trip. The staff at Wild Dingo were overjoyed. Even the husky greeted him with kisses and wags: a rare treat for Mr. Wild Dingo. "Pop. I'm so happy you're home. Mom made us go on a diet and that totally sucked." Negotiations begin between the leaders […]
"Hey Cupcake, in my book, you're way upstairs." For a moment she almost believes him. His face was as smooth as an angel's wing. "Ha," she replies, "Put that in writing and I'll paste it in my scrapebook."
Now that Wild Dingo's readers have populated to the dozens, there've been a few requests to see NitWit trail, the trail that leads right outside our home to NitWit bridge, eventually to civilization and ends with a decision of where to explore for the day. The shots below were taken from a variety of walks […]
This has got to be one of my favorite Mr. Wild Dingo & Juno shots. Juno looking up, happily prancing next to Mr. Wild Dingo. Mr. Wild Dingo rarely "trains" Juno. There's a difference between training your dog, working your dog and showing your dog. I basically train all of Juno's new behaviors and Mr. Wild […]
What's wrong with this picture? Hmmm ... something seems a little backwards. "Hey Driver: Mush!"