Tag: Mastications

How Rome Tastes

I left the house for 15 minutes. Fifteen lousy minutes. Not a lot can happen in 15 minutes, right? "They say historians cannot fully explain the rise or fall of Rome. Soon, they will say that about Siberian mastications."

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Settling In

No rest for the weary.  This week, we got the wireless router working (it actually works if you do NOT follow the installation directions), received our air shipment with our clothing, and got the cable TV entertainment system working. Mr. Wild Dingo has been traveling on day trips throughout Europe, while I unpacked and walked the dogs, shopped […]

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We Interupt this Swiss Programming for a Masticatory Break

I drove Mr. Wild Dingo to the airport yesterday. Nothing like arriving in a new country for 2 days and throwing me to the lions with "drive here and go there and speak to these people."  After the stress of driving on the highways and getting honked at in traffic circles, I came home to […]

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What Would Socrates Say?

I came home the other day and found Juno had done a little light reading. So I asked her what she learned. "The unexamined book is not worth reading. But it sure is worth chewing."

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When the Cat's Away, the Dogs Will...

... have pillow fights. "Nothing says "I missed you" like pillow entrails. I cared enough to shred the very best."

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Going Postal

Juno went through the mail today. She found her vet bills. "These vet bills were mailed third class! I ain't comin' on that tab."

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The Husky Ate My Passport

  Seriously. Why should I be surprised? After all, she also ate my Mini-Cooper. This time, I put my shoes away AND hid the trash can. I left my important identity file folder out on top of my desk because I need to renew my passport. She helped herself to the folder. When I got home, it looked like […]

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WTF? Wednesday

Somepup was clearly not happy with the sales at Lands End. "I'm a rescue dog. I rescue people from the over-commercialization of Christmas."

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Masticatory Party

This time Internet, it was Mr. Wild Dingo's fault. He left the shoes defenseless against the perp. Two of them are his shoes. She collects them outside the mudroom for inspection of masticability. She prefers leather and animal made shoes and has avoided destroying the synthetic stuff. Nothing but the real deal for my masticator! "Ya, […]

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Another One Bites the Dust

O.K. dog owners out there, I think you need to decide how to fix this situation. Should I be given a chocolate covered pomegranate every time I put my shoes away before I leave the house or should I be given a correction on the prong collar or e-collar when I forget to put my […]

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Storm and Post-Storm Activities

The Internet Service is back! Woo hoo!  Hmm... Now what to do? What to do? Shall I start by catching up on work? Or shall I start by blogging about what we did during the two days with no power (though we have a kick-ass generator)  and no Internet?  Silly question! During an emergency, a Siberian […]

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A Husky with a Shoe Fetish

For the record, this is not where I leave my shoes. "Um, seriously mom, your taste in shoes needs to change, and fast." Just what I need. A Siberian with fashion sense.

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I Thought I Could Trust Her by Now

Silly me. Score: Shoes: 0, Juno: 17

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Bonding with Blue Tape

It's a well-known fact that Juno and Mr. Wild Dingo's relationship hasn't been easy. According to Juno, Mr. Wild Dingo is potentially a bane of Sibe’s everywhere, and on a mission specifically to steal her gumdrop nose. At the first sign of Mr. Wild Dingo, she’s often seen retreating into a fortress of solitude: any […]

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Random Dog Tails

I wonder if I should get used to seeing things around my house chewed up now that I have a Siberian Husky. It seems while Juno was practicing downward dog the temptation of recycled rubber was too much for her to resist. She gave it the low rating of two small nibbles. To you and […]

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A Husky Ate My Mini

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I mean, I did have dingo once. And you know what they eat. So now I have a dog that eats cars. As long as she doesn’t move onto eatin’ bars and guitars, I don’t think we’ll have to worry about husky rapture. To be honest, I’m more bummed […]

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Bad Dogs and the Women Who Love Them

That’s the book I’ll someday write. But for now, I’m starting a support group: Women Addicted to Bad Dogs. Me: “Hello. My name is Julie. I’m a Bad Dogaholic.” Group: “Hello Julie.” How can something as sweet as this: Do something as evil as this?

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