"I think I'd make a very good adjudicator for Ballroom dancers. Don't woo?" This is what I came home to a few days after our ballroom showcase. It's our showcase program. I think she liked it.
Trauma. Who hasn't experienced their fair share of trauma by middle age? Hell, the entire country is experiencing at least one traumatic experience per day each time Trump tweets. But like everyone else who's grown numb to Trump's vulgar assault on the nation, we've also grown a bit jaded every time someone conveys their latest […]
Benjamin Franklin was wrong. In addition to death and taxes, there's one other thing that's certain in life, and that's change. There's been a lot of change here at Casa Wild Dingo. Change of season means longer walkies for Juno, which makes her happy. She's a bit grumpy in the heat of summer so the […]
"I'm just a girl, sitting in front of her mommy, asking her to walkies me." Oi. It's been a whirlwind few weeks. Over Memorial Day weekend, Juno told Mr. Wild Dingo, nay, she demanded Mr. Wild Dingo to give her the once over that he normally does every day. He feels around for foxtails, bumps […]
Happy Anniversary to our best friend! Eleven years ago, on Memorial Day weekend, we made that big drive up to San Francisco to meet you. I'll never forget what went through my head as you barked your first words at us. While you scared the bejesus out of me with your bravado I saw deep […]
Lately, I've had a bit of anxiety over the pups. They are both fine and quite healthy for seniors. They don't act much like seniors. They still demand their daily walks and adventures. I'm convinced daily exercise is what keeps them spry. The problem is me. I'm the one who aged much faster than they […]
"Hi, Pop! I see woo has bacon-n-eggs! I like bacon-n-eggs too!" Don't worry readers. We recognize this thinly-veiled threat. Second breakfast was served to the husky acknowledging such a happy coincidence. After all, we value our shoes. "Had bacon-n-eggs. Must rest." Life is hard. So very hard, for the husky.