"Princess, that chateau sure looks inviting." "That's right, Big Boy. Finally a dog house perfectly sized for barbarian ears."
"Princess, that chateau sure looks inviting." "That's right, Big Boy. Finally a dog house perfectly sized for barbarian ears."
Mona, the beagle, gazes adoringly at the tall-eared, dark and handsome fella. She dreams of spending quiet evenings alone with her gallant knight. Love is blind. Juno would be happy to unload him for a few days. If she only knew.
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.
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 […]
"Wait a minute. Princess, something's wrong. Someone's missing! Where is Mom?" "Big boy, the only person I'm searching for is the Ice Cream man. We are downtown Morges after all."