“Psst! Daddy-O! Now seems like a good time to get our revenge for the crimes against us this week. How about a game of Catch Me If Woo Can Zoomies with Momma? Bet that’ll learn her!” Continue reading “Crime and Punishment”
How lucky are we to know someone like Jim and his pack who are so hard to say goodbye to? Continue reading “When It’s Hard to Say “Goodbye””
Last Saturday, I walked a country road with my dogs. The traffic was a bit heavy for the area as people were driving to a winery for tasting. A car came at me at a high speed, so I motioned it to slow down as cars were coming in the other direction on a tight corner, there just wasn’t enough room for 2 cars and a dog walker. The car stopped and it turned out to be an acquaintance. This is not the first time this person stopped for me as she approached at high speed near me on a curvy single lane road. Continue reading “The Last Word”
Loki holds high standards for clear communication. He takes pee-mail seriously.
I haven’t been to the ocean in a while. I tried several times when I started treating Lyme, but the sun and the reflections off the water set off my neuro symptoms so badly that I’ve avoided it for about a year now. An odd thing about having Lyme disease is that you don’t miss things that you once enjoyed because the pain brought on by doing them is just too strong. It’s a bit like how it becomes easy to avoid foods that you once loved but now cause so much inflammation. I know I should feel sad about missing the ocean, but I feel indifferent. I do feel sad about not giving my dogs more variety. Continue reading “Going Off Campus”
Thank you Norwoood and Debi, for our Norstar! We use it to light up Nitwit Bridge. It reminds us to stay nutty because life really is just a bowl of funballs!.
And Siberian huskies always wait for their bi-peds. Continue reading “It Never Rains in California”
It’s beautiful, sunny, shorts and short-sleeve weather in March. It must be California. There’s our boy, caught between his two favorite bitches.
It seemed like an eternity passed before I could find an angle that would capture both the dogs and a good portion of one of my favorite walking spots. After a few minutes of positioning the dogs, testing the angles and arguing with the cracker that “stay” means “stay” and that “look” means “look at me, not behind you for squirrels,” I suddenly had their full cooperation. I held the shutter button down and told them how wonderful they were and what a great payment they would receive.
Long time readers will remember Nitwit bridge and trail. We constructed that trail and bridge to make it easy to avoid walking a dangerous country road where people drive much too fast. It’s a trail that leads up to another area of our property and out roads that have safe sidewalks for our local hikes and walks. It’s also a trail that houses an underground pipe from our initial well to our water tanks. Our property is essentially divided into 2 pastures with a lot of steep hillside forest and creek between them. Continue reading “If Not Nitwit Then What?”
“Big Boy, today it looks like we’re hiking all Ohlone!”
“Nonsense, Principessa! We have our chaperon!” Continue reading “Alone on Ohlone”
“Princess, why is Mom so darn whiny and slow? She’s got a total handicap with those big wheels. Geesh.”
“Big boy, your guess is as good as mine. She looks totally healthy and fine to me.”
Lyme Disease is nothing if not deceptive and a complete mind-f*ck. Continue reading “Better Days”
Team Jodhpurs (Juno and Mr. Wild Dingo) had a fantastic ride yesterday, dropping Team Cracker (Loki and I) in the dust all the way up to the top of the big climb.
Step 1: Teach the criminal to bikejor.
Step 2: Teach the cracker to bikejor.
Step 3: Teach Mr. Wild Dingo to bikejor (and convince him its fun).
Step 4: Tell Mr. Wild Dingo to stop reading this post.
Step 5: Que up the chick flicks while Mr. Wild Dingo takes the dogs bikejoring. Continue reading “Five Easy Steps to a Dream Team”
“Ain’t no mountain high enough to keep me from woo!”
It’s been far too long since we last saw this view, when we did this big loop. But through the hot summer, we’ve been keeping our bike rides to about 5 mile round trips, in the shade. The only thing holding her back this summer to longer distance was the heat and my health.
Today, I woke up to a foggy, cool day. My health-o-meter read “slightly crappy with a chance of don’t-get-your-hopes-up.” To me, the conditions were ripe to go further distance on our ride today. Continue reading “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough”
“Swiss Cheeses! Daddy-O! You’re embarrassing me.”
One of these dogs is doing the sled dog thing all wrong. Can you tell which one?
Poor Juno. She’s the only pro among the four of us. We’re all amateurs compared to her. Continue reading “Bikejoring with Amateurs”
This month’s masthead was inspired by this song from The Boss. As much as I’d like to bare my Sylvia Plath side, Mr. Wild Dingo would be mortified if I went with my original idea theme, Paint it Black. Hang on, Internet, you’ll understand in a minute.
Mr. Wild Dingo’s nick name while in the Navy was “Scooter.” I didn’t know him in the Navy, and I never call him “Scooter,” but when I hear Springsteen sing “Bad Scooter searching for his groove,” I can bust a stitch laughing. You see, Mr. Wild Dingo likes to think of himself as totally bad ass. But I don’t know how bad ass anyone can be when a certain Siberian Hussy has him wrapped around her pretty white paw.
Mr. Wild Dingo is about as bad ass as a basket of kittens.
Continue reading “Searching for our Groove”
I went to a wedding this weekend that had bicyclists as 90% of the guest list. “What is this Bikejoring thing you’re doing,” asked a friend of mine who’d seen me post a few photos on Facebook.
If you told me 10 years ago I’d hook up dogs to my mountain bike to pull me, I’d have told you you were insane. If I’d seen someone do it, I would probably think he or she was a fool.
But. Oh. My. Gawd. Bikejoring is the coolest thing you can do with 2 wheels and one or two quadrapeds—ever. Anyone can bike with a dog off-leash. Add the element of dog-power to your bike and you’ve got a whole new layer of challenges than just typical bike and terrain obstacles.
Bikejoring is actually a growing competitive sport in Europe (yes they have dog bikejor racing) and it’s becoming quite popular in some of the US where people skijor or race their dogs competitively. In fact, there are a variety of options you can do to run your dogs other than by foot: scootering, carting, skijoring, bikejoring, tricycle carting. Continue reading “Bikejoring Adventures”
I don’t know why everyone is so pessimistic about rock bottom. From where I’m standing, it looks pretty good! Continue reading “Rock Bottom Never Looked So Good”
When I’m feeling blue, nothing cheers me up than a shot like this. Doggie butts are silly. I was going to cover up their butt-holes for obvious reasons, but then I realized, butt-holes are a part of real life and unavoidable. Like the kinds you run into while on a pleasant dog walk, bothering nobody and minding your own business. So this shot is for all the butt-holes in life. They can kiss my dogs’ hinnies. Continue reading “Bottoms Up!”