Hey faithful friends and readers! We’re not dead. We’ve just avoided blogging for a while. We have many stories to share including a travel story or two that happened over the late fall, but we’ll put that on hold to wish you all a very Happy New Year.
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”
The Princess Juno grants the barbarian, Mr. Wild Dingo, a kiss withdrawl from the Royal Bank of Siberia. Later tonight, he will receive a long, 1-minute growl whenever he enters any room in which she resides.
Family Day Hike with Mr. Wild Dingo, the cracker & the criminal! 217/365
Family Day, a Sunday tradition we started while living in Switzerland. On Sundays in Switzerland, everything is shut down and you aren’t allowed to make noise or run power tools. Continue reading “Family Day”
A few weeks ago, Mr. Wild Dingo came home with a tick bite on his ankle from walking the dogs on NitWit trail behind our home. Since then, he’s been on a mission to shrake the leaves and keep the trail clear of tick hiding places. In addition, we both wear ridiculously tapered pants and spray our shoes and trail walking clothes with Permethrin insect and tick repellent. The dogs are also protected with Advantix and checked for ticks after each walk. We are now walking bombs for any tick who wants to risk his life for a bite of our sweet blood. Boo-wa-ha-ha-ha! Continue reading “NitWit Trail Gets a Shrakieotomy”
Theirs is a complex relationship. Bonded in emotions that range from angst to bliss. She was all wiggles and kisses for the entire weekend when he returned on Friday after two weeks of travel. He walked them both days this weekend for extra one on one time. Monday night when he gets home from work, she will make no bones about showing her displeasure, groaning and low growling about his work habit. Typical Sibe.
If you’ve been watching me on social media, you’ll know I posted a few photos for the Take a Bite out of Lyme Disease Challenge. Obviously, I had to take part in this challenge as the disease has totally stopped my life in its tracks. But here’s the thing that I don’t think a lot of people know:
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”
Mr. Wild Dingo had been traveling last week leaving the Husky to feel, well, a little bummed out. You see our nightly routine starts when I prepare their dinner, then I prepare our dinner while Juno sits on the far end of the kitchen fascinated with the food smells. The routine follows up with the dogs waiting patiently while we eat for their round of “second dinner.” Continue reading “Reinstated”