Like all stereotypical males, Mr. Wild Dingo enjoys critiquing my driving skills.  Last month I drove Mr. Wild Dingo to the airport. Loki and Juno came with us and provided an eye-opening, err ... ear-opening critique of Mr. Wild Dingo's driving skills. Internet, feel free to make your own judgements. But I feel the impartial critics have […]

I know. I know. I never write anymore. I never visit anymore. I could be dead or worse,  you could be dead and lying in a ditch and did I even take the time to check in with you and see how you're doing? No. I'm an ungrateful child to my Internet family. I'm so […]

... have pillow fights. "Nothing says "I missed you" like pillow entrails. I cared enough to shred the very best."

After 6 long weeks, Mr. Wild Dingo returned home, err... back to Casa Wild Dingo, or in Mango's terms, "The Wild Dingo Estate."  Though Mr. Wild Dingo is married to Wild Dingo, he's no longer an official resident of California or even the U.S.!  His company broke his residency for tax purposes and he's now officially a Suisse […]

"Yowza! Rolf buddy, check out the dame with the long stems who just walked into class. She sure turns my crank." "Dude. We're on the clock. Turn on your German Shepherd switch and go to work."