For some, spirituality is found in Sunday morning religious services or a stroll in the park. The morning is too crisp for our clothing choice. We try to avoid our usual stop through town and head back home. The husky however, is too devoted to her ritual Sunday morning spiritual practice and instead pulls us […]
Mr. Wild Dingo left for China yesterday and he forgot to put his beloved leather boots in the closet.
Last week, I posted a photo of yet another book mastication on Facebook. Hours later, I went downstairs and found one of Mr. Wild Dingo's brand new leather flip flops, torn apart. So he threw it away when he got home. We went out to dinner that night and came home to find that his […]
"Talk to the jodhpurs, Punk. This Sibe's not listening." Juno anticipates Loki's punk move. On our walks, if I'm not recalling Juno for straying too far, then the rest of my time is spent calling Loki off of Juno. Their relationship is complicated. In the house, Juno rules supreme. On walks, Loki pulls out the punk […]
All Rise! The Honorable Loki J. Starling Judge of Cracker Critters, Mango Minster 2012 The winners of the Cracker Critter Category (say that 5 times fast, crackers) at Mango Minster 2012 are announced today. Loki had the honor of judging this year's cracker critters. I don't know what he liked best: reading all those posts about other […]
Things are getting out of control lately. So much so, I'm posting these photos I found laying around my computer since November. That's Mr. Wild Dingo there on Lake Léman with les loups. This past month, I've been helping out with the story telling at Mango Minster. I don't know how Mango's DOH does it. Just the […]
Phthph! This month's masthead is totally sappy. I don't do sappy well. I hemmed and hawed. I kicked and stammered. But Mr. Wild Dingo, who's even less sappier than me, twisted my arm and told me to run it. It's just as well. This week, I'm giving a yoga class themed on love in light […]
"There's nothing worse than soaking wet Jodhpurs!" The only downside of the dogs vacationing at Bernard's is that in the winter, they come home smelling like smoke. All dogs are indoor dogs at Bernard's, and he and his wife seem to be smokers. But it's a small price to pay for the luxury of having them stay in a "home" […]