He's also a client. That's the last of the husky spring fur recycling program. And just in time. I'm all out of jokes.

Our Loki has a penis the size of "heroic" proportions. For the definition of "heroic proportions" see Michelangelo's David and you'll understand why. (Hint: big muscles=small willy.) "Ya, that's right. I'm the man."

"My name is Inigo Montoyo. You killed my stuffie. Prepare to die."

"Hey big boy, you mind if I snuggle my Jodhpurs next to your apple bottom?"

At Wild Dingo, we take recycling seriously. So when it became that time of year for the husky, we had to figure out what to do with all that fur.

"Iiiiiii don't wanna work. Iiiiiiii wanna bite on the sibe all daaaay!" "Err, Mom? Can you please take me to Dogtor Hilary and have this growth removed?"

Many of Wild Dingo's regular readers have come to know Juno to have a, um, "taste" for shoes. "I have no idea what you are referring to, Mom. I found these shoes like this."

Um, Loki?

"Whatchya got there Daddy-O?"

"I'm juuuusssst lookin'." For the record (and this is for The Herd and a certain someone at The Herd Annex), Juno only counter-surfed once early on in living with us. It took one big "No!" to never have her attempt it again. Well, at least when I'm in the house.