"Dude! I swear. I was just bustin' your crank!" "If you can dish it out, you'd better take it little man!"
The last year we lived in Switzerland, Mr. Wild Dingo did a "no-no" and invited the cracker onto the sofa. I'm not against dogs on sofas or beds, I just happen to like my furniture a lot and though I like napping with dogs, I don't particularly like spending an entire night sleeping with them. […]
It's hard to believe a dog who exhibits such strength and confidence, ok, over confidence, can suddenly turn into a ball of mush, eyes filled with fear and looking to me make him feel better. Last weekend we had a big scare. Normally, the dogs have taken Interceptor for their heartworm medication. When we moved to […]
The first official header I ever did for Wild Dingo in 2009 was a photo of these two, newly thrown-together siblings, snuggling, just like this. It seems some things never change. There's a great comfort in that. Because returning to a familiar place after living in an entirely different world for two years, changes you. […]
It's been raining torrential downpour for two days now. We braved a walk yesterday and came home soaked to the bones. Loki begged several times to turn around, while Juno lobbied for a long walk. She's happy outside, no matter the weather. Loki is much more affected by it and isn't happy inside or out. […]
Often on our forest walks in Lully and Morges, we would meet this lone gentleman soaking his feet in the river or walking the trails. He was a kind man, who always complimented the dogs. Especially since whenever we saw him from a distance, I'd recall the dogs so they wouldn't bother him. Only, he […]
I got lucky when we adopted Juno. And not because she's a Siberian (although that could be considered luck in itself). But because she's a little different from most Siberians. She comes when she's called, she sits when asked and will perform a multitude of other tricks deemed humiliating by most, ok all, Siberians.